These people are all madmen!
Genuine extremist fanatics!
Samir clearly realized what kind of scum he was facing!
"Rocket launcher! Quick!"
He shouted at the guard beside him.
Several militiamen with RPG-7 rocket launchers immediately sprang from behind cover, aiming their launchers at the suicide truck and firing rockets.
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Two rockets trailed long tails of fire as they headed towards the truck.
However, the speed of the suicide truck was too fast, and combined with the smoke and chaos of the battlefield in the valley and the cover of night, both rockets roared past, narrowly missing the rear of the truck and exploding against the distant rock walls in two bursts of fire.
"Damn it!"
Samir watched helplessly as the death truck got closer to the rocky slope entrance, the driver's numb and frenzied face rapidly enlarging in his view!
Desperation gripped his heart like a cold iron claw.
