Although in the past he had deep grudges with the Kurd people, at this moment, watching the warriors who were also resisting the atrocities of 1515 being besieged and massacred, a strong sense of shared hatred and anger surged through him.
He could even vaguely see through the lens, amidst the explosion's firelight, the silhouette of a Kold Warrior being violently blown into the air by the shockwave, crashing heavily against a broken wall like a kite with a broken string, no longer moving.
The Kurd people, at a numerical disadvantage, clearly understood that they were doomed if they stayed put, and they were trying to break through.
A meticulously organized attempt erupted three minutes later.
Three concentrated pickup trucks suddenly burst out from the northwest corner of the ruins, the heavy machine guns and automatic rifles on the vehicles pouring all their ammunition like water at a single point in the encirclement, attempting to forcibly tear open a gap.
