The rioters firing up ahead were clearly just buying time. They had no intention of fighting to the death.
That was exactly the situation the guard platoon leader least wanted to see.
After all, large numbers of civilians were rioting on both sides of them, and turning back the way they had come was even less of an option.
As soon as the guard platoon stopped firing and withdrew from the Coordination Committee office building, the rebels had taken it over completely.
The staff who had stayed inside, presumably unwilling to risk going out, must already have been killed.
Turning back now would be tantamount to walking straight to their deaths.
The worst part was that the rioters who had seized the Coordination Committee office seemed bent on revenge. They had no intention of letting the platoon leave, and were already closing in.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, the platoon leader had no choice but to order his men to throw a grenade and see if they could take out the people hiding behind cover.
The result was less than ideal.
Less than five seconds after the explosion, gunfire rang out up ahead again.
The guards tried to charge through, but after leaving three bodies behind, they had no choice but to retreat.
The platoon leader wanted to ask why anyone had bothered to make these buildings so sturdy.
After that, the civilians behind them caught up and opened fire on the few guards bringing up the rear.
Without enough cover, the fierce exchange of fire lasted only a short while before the platoon had suffered more than fifty percent casualties. It was only a matter of time before they were wiped out.
Just then.
The platoon leader suddenly saw ripples shudder through the air. A roar