This sentence was like a clap of thunder, shaking everyone's hearts.
A pair of eyes instantly widened, filled with incredible horror.
Go back?
To face those more than two thousand armed-to-the-teeth pursuers?
With just these over a hundred exhausted, out-of-ammo-and-provisions troops?
This is madness!
Is death not coming fast enough?!
"What... what did you say? Are you crazy?"
An old FOB soldier leaning against the rock wall cried out, his chapped lips cracking again in shock, seeping blood.
"Going to die?"
Another young soldier murmured, his gaze vacant.
Song Heping ignored their reactions, his entire being exuding a cold and determined aura.
"The pursuers! GNA! SBS! They've also been torn by the sandstorm! They're just as thirsty! Just as chaotic! Just as lost!"
His voice carried a penetrating power that pierced through the fog, "Now! Right now! They're more vulnerable than us! They have water! Ammo! Supplies!"
