Everyone was silently contemplating Song Heping's words just now.
After speaking, Song Heping put away his pistol and patted Naxin's shoulder: "Remember, only those who are not afraid to die have the right to live!"
Samir slammed his fist onto the sandbag beside him, raising a cloud of dust. With red eyes, he roared, "Song is right! If you run, you're sheep! If you stay, you're wolves! Even if we die, we'll knock out all the teeth of those 1515 scum! Let them have nightmares for life! Brothers! Hold strong! Allah is watching us!"
"Hold strong!"
"Fight them! Bet it all!"
"Let Ihassan taste the nightmare!"
The desperate ashes in the eyes of the last fifty members of the Suicide Squad were reignited by Song Heping's words.
They no longer thought about breaking out or seeking a way to survive. They only wanted, in their final moments, to become the hardest bone lodged in the throats of the 1515 militants!
South Bank, behind the command post on the mound.
