Pitiful Survivors
"Everyone gets only 200 milliliters of water! No more than that!!" The lieutenant's voice carried from ahead.
Darko pressed his lips together. Just then, the sound of engines came from the sky, followed by a burst of cheers from the crowd. It was a transport aircraft! At last, a transport aircraft had come down from the Concordia satellite!
After fighting continuously for more than a week, they had finally received supplies. And the arrival of the transport aircraft meant they would finally have more ammunition, along with food, water, and medicine! Yes, medicine. Darko at least hoped that if he was injured, there would be some measure of security.
The water line reached him as well. Darko filled half his canteen, gulping it down eagerly while staring longingly toward where the transport aircraft was landing.
The transport aircraft had already landed. They should have begun unloading.
But at that moment, disaster struck! Before the eyes of Darko and the other Vizsla government forces, dozens of missiles came screaming in, trailing long plumes of smoke as they struck the transport ship!!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!! Explosions rang out without pause. The first few missiles were blocked by the transport ship's Deflector Shield, but the next dozen or so exploded directly against its hull!
A ferocious explosion instantly engulfed the transport ship! Even from Darko's position, where the ship itself could no longer be seen, he could still make out the enormous fireball rising into the sky!
An ordinary ship's explosion could never produce flames that violent. There was only one possibility—the concentrated blaster gas storage tanks had detonated!
The explosion threw the entire area into chaos. Soldiers around them cried out in alarm. Some ran for their weapons, some fled toward whatever cover they could find, while others charged