"Damn it, this place... can we still defend it?"
Disaster Star cursed under his breath, even he felt the overwhelming sense of despair.
This armed group, from soldiers to civilians, exuded an exhaustion and numbness of being driven to the edge of a cliff.
Haftar's command was set up in a relatively intact three-story concrete building, with heavy machine guns mounted behind sandbag fortifications at the entrance, heavily guarded.
However, the entire building was riddled with bullet holes, and a large hole was blasted open in one of the walls, barely covered by canvas.
Song Heping, along with Hunter and Disaster Star, guided by two tense-looking LNA guards, walked through corridors filled with the odor of sweat, cheap tobacco, and engine oil, entering a still relatively spacious room on the top floor.
This room was the core of Haftar's command.
