This left Abyad furious. Failing to take Jalu Town was one thing, but they could not even capture a tiny East African outpost manned by barely a dozen people.
Zaigut was panicking as well. "Chief, the enemy's firepower is too fierce. They have even one more machine gun than the Italians, and two of them are heavy machine guns. We're trapped between a rock and a hard place now."
Abyad shouted, "Do I not know the enemy's firepower is fierce? What we need now is a way to pry open their turtle shell, not complaints. We have no road left to retreat on!"
Borma said, "Chief, the two sides are locked in confrontation now. The enemy has the advantage in firepower and terrain, while we only have the advantage in numbers. By conventional means, even if we can take this strongpoint, our losses will be enormous. Therefore, I suggest we withdraw first..."
Before Borma could finish, Zaigut cut him off. "Withdraw? Where would we withdraw to? Once we leave here, where will we replenish our drinking water and food? If we do not pull out this nail, our final fate can only be to die of thirst and hunger in the desert."
Abyad said as well, "Zaigut is right. We have no possibility of retreat. Borma, there is only one way to take this strongpoint now: find a way to creep close to the enemy's bunker."
"Earlier, your squad withdrew without authorization, causing us to lose our best opportunity for battle. Otherwise, we could have taken this strongpoint with ease."
At Abyad's words, Borma's expression turned ugly. He retorted, "You cannot blame me for that. Who knew what madness had seized the East Africans and made them drive us out? If you, Chief, had arrived earlier, things would not have