Enemy at the Airport

Twelve weeks of Marine Corps training had paid off. The moment everyone in the truck heard the explosion, they did not panic like ordinary civilians.

Blair Proudstar, the squad leader, quickly slapped the truck cab's window and told the driver to stop. Everyone immediately jumped out, seeking cover by the roadside—perhaps behind already-destroyed vehicles, or simply beneath the truck itself.

Henry merely struggled to hold up his light machine gun with both hands, leaning against a tire as he cautiously peeked toward the distant explosions.

That was already within the airport grounds, perhaps even on the runway. Had someone accidentally blown up a fuel truck, or were they truly under enemy attack?

But as the explosions grew increasingly frequent, there was no way it could be an accident. Not knowing what was happening, everyone was unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Before long, Frank Castle, wearing a steel helmet, ran over with the other two squads under his command.

"Rally!"

There was no need for formation during wartime. As long as everyone gathered together, that was enough.

The young Second Lieutenant Platoon Leader quickly said, "We've encountered a powerful enemy at the airport. A group of well-equipped armed men. The leader is suspected to be the internationally wanted criminal, the Mandarin—a truly dangerous figure.

"Some of our men are surrounded near the control tower. Nobody let down their guard. Follow me and attack from the eastern side of the airport. Henry, get the light machine gun ready. You'll be our main attacker. Everyone, conduct one final equipment check."

Everyone fumbled over their gear, confirming that their rifles were loaded and their safeties were off. Then they immediately followed the young Second Lieutenant Platoon Leader, Frank Castle, crouching low as they hurried toward the eastern side of the airport.

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