Bloody

"Retreat, retreat!"

"Big Shark, cover us!"

"Enter the basement entrance of the bomb shelter. Cover in front!"

"Cleared ahead!"

"The tunnel has been cleared!"

"Retreat. Retreat."

The voices of the comrades could be heard clearly through the earpieces. The enemy's firepower had completely weakened. They needed to evacuate before reinforcements arrived.

Stepping over the bodies of the illegal militants who had been killed, their military boots were stained with sticky blood. Their knees were slightly bent, and their backs were slightly hunched. Their shoulders were pressed against the butt of their rifles, and their fingers were lightly placed on the trigger. They retreated from the bomb shelter in a combat posture.