Raging flames burned fiercely in the streets, while intense gunfire rang out amid the fire.
"Squad Leader, Squad Leader, I'll pull you out right away."
The young soldier, covered in dust and blood, crouched beside the overturned cargo truck. Both hands gripped the bloodied arm sticking out the window, his legs braced against the ground as he roared furiously.
The older soldier's waist was pinned inside the overturned, deformed cab. Only his head and one arm remained outside the window. Looking at the young man before him, he smiled. "Stop pulling. Go find somewhere to hide first. You're in a very dangerous spot. A stray bullet could kill you at any moment."
"I was supposed to be driving."
The young soldier ignored the older man's words. His bloodstained cheeks were tense, tears welling in his eyes, and his voice cracked. "I was supposed to be driving. Didn't it already end? There wasn't any fighting ahead... We're just logistics. Why did they attack us?"
"Because we're logistics and don't have much combat strength, of course they'd attack us."
The older soldier looked at the young man and laughed hoarsely. "That's war. There are always people who refuse to admit defeat. Even if their leader is dead, even if they've surrendered, they won't stop. But they can't beat the main force, so they can only ambush logistics units like us that have fallen behind the main force."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As they spoke, scattered bullets poured toward the deformed cab door, striking it with a series of bangs.
A bullet hit the young soldier's arm, spraying blood.
His hands went limp, strength leaving his arm as he fell straight backward onto the ground.
"Go, quickly."
The older soldier looked at the young man. "Our reinforcements should be here soon. It's too dangerous