Within Mosul City, over eight hundred remaining 1515 extremists, like a pack of wolves whipped into a frenzy, poured out from various buildings and leapt onto vehicles in chaos and fear.
Battered pickup trucks, civilian trucks modified with heavy machine guns, and a few captured government army armored vehicles emitted piercing roars, the headlights wildly piercing through the smoke-filled streets.
Kazal jumped onto the leading armed pickup, stood at the machine gunner's position, waved his AK-47, and roared hysterically, "For Allah! For the Caliph! Pursue them! Kill them all!"
This pursuit convoy, mixed with fanaticism, fear, and brutality, kicked up a storm of dust like a raging poisonous dragon charging through Mosul's shattered city gates.
Soon, they found the footprints and chaotic tire tracks left by the militias retreating on the ground outside the city, all without exception heading into the boundless darkness of the south.
