As Gorka led a thousand soldiers from the Wanlong Pce toward the hillside of the western wing, he unknowingly stepped into Hunter (Hamid)’s carefully crafted ambush.
Amid his concerns about dying the warnes and urging his men to charge ahead at full speed, Gorka failed to notice the numerous stone gaps around him, which had transformed into ominous dark holes.
Suddenly, the roar of machine gun fire erupted!
The sound of gunfire echoed all around!
Gorka could barely process the chaotic sounds of gunshots when he was met with the harrowing cries of his soldiers and the sickening thud of bodies hitting the ground!<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">
One thousand men found themselves squarely in the sights of over two hundred heavy and light machine guns, along with dozens of RPG rockets.
What followed was an unrelenting torrent of fire.
Bullets rained down mercilessly, mowing down soldiers beside Gorka in shocking rows—it was nothing short of a massacre.
The thunderous gunfire and explosive sts surged forth, and within just a minute or two, Gorka’s ranks had been halved!
In disbelief, he shouted, “Damn! We’re ambushed! Quickly, organize a breakout!”
Yet, he was unaware that escape was no longer an option.
The thousand soldiers had unwittingly fallen into a deadly trap, encircled by more than thirty dark fortifications.
No matter which direction they attempted to break through, they were met with gun barrels trained on them.
Though they tried to retaliate, the overwhelming firepower made it impossible to find cover, let aloneunch an effective counterattack.
Their adversaries were safely ensconced behind concrete and steel, rendering their weapons nearly ineffective.
On Hunter (Hamid)’s side, only a handful of his men had been injured by stray bullets fired from the ambushed soldiers.
As the numbers of the Wanlong Pce troops dwindled, some soldiers realized there was no hope for survival and cried out, “Quick, protect the Warlord!”
Instantly, voices from all around rallied with cries of “Protect the Warlord,” as they formed a protective circle around Gorka.
Soon, he found himself surrounded by dozens of his loyal men.
Watching his brothers fall one by one, Gorka felt a wave of sorrow and anger wash over him. With tears in his eyes, he cried, “Today, as we are ambushed, I take full responsibility for my poormand. Please forgive me!”
Several soldiers responded tearfully, “We are your soldiers, Warlord. We have never regretted following you since day one!”
Gorka choked back his emotions and replied, “It is the greatest honor of my life to fight alongside you!”
With a steely resolve, he added, “There’s no hope for survival now. Why should you protect me? Step aside and let me face these bastards! I refuse to die in embarrassment!”
With tears in their eyes, the soldiers remained steadfast, unwilling to leave his side. As morerades fell, the once-thousand strong unit dwindled to just 40 or 50, yet they held their ground.
At that moment, the fire from over thirty gun emcements was directed at them, unleashing a devastating barrage.
As Gorka witnessed more than twenty of hisrades drop around him, he pushed a few soldiers aside, raised his assault rifle towards a nearby point of fire, and retaliated fiercely while shouting, “You bastards! I’ll take you down with me!”<fnd009> Follow current nov?ls on Find?Novel</fnd009>
With a determined shout, he charged forward.
Motivated by his courage, the remaining soldiers felt a surge of adrenaline and shouted in unison, “Let’s fight!”
They raced after Gorka, but this desperate charge, though it temporarily alleviated their frustration, had little impact on the overall battle.
As Gorka surged forward, he was struck by more than ten bullets, copsing lifelessly to the ground.
The mercenaries who followed him met the same grim fate, swiftly cut down like wheat. In less than thirty seconds, they were all eliminated!<h3 ss="has-text-align-center wp-block-heading"><strong></strong>