Jafali's reaction was the most unbearable.
His face instantly lost all color, becoming paler than a corpse. Beads of cold sweat rolled down from his temples like small streams, soaking his collar.
Many of those corpses were once his subordinates.
"This... this is impossible..."
Jafali's voice was dry and hoarse, trembling uncontrollably, filled with bone-deep fear, "Just with their ragtag remnants? A bunch of dogs with their tails between their legs? How could they... how could they achieve this?!"
His gaze swept over the corpses that had been precisely shot in the head and torn apart by trap mines, as if seeing his own future outcome.
"Shut up, Jafali!"
Yarif suddenly turned his head, like an enraged lion, growling with disgust, trying to mask his own shock with anger, "Open your eyes! They must have used a despicable ambush! Digging traps, burying mines! Lurking like scorpions in the desert, attacking from the shadows! It must be like that!"
