"No, something's not right!" Wesley said, "Everyone, stay where you are and hold your positions. Pull the helicopters back, no need to alert them."
Although General Little Taylor didn't understand why such an order was given, he still recalled the helicopters. Everyone waited anxiously, hoping they could draw the people over.
Just as she spoke, a bustling noise came from the street. The group turned to see impoverished people of Somalia continuously swarming toward their target. As soon as they got close, they stepped onto the minefield, causing violent explosions. The firelight painted half the city red, and more than a dozen people were blown away. The crowd fell into chaos, cursing and grumbling, while those on the rooftop felt their hearts sink.
This minefield was cleverly set, and with the dark weather, it was impossible to see clearly.
Stepping onto the minefield was entirely normal.
