It was a figure that charged out from a corner of the hall, an illusion that had yet to begin to dissipate.
Lawrence and all the sailors' eyes were instantly drawn to the figure.
He was not a soldier but a young man who looked like a military engineer, dressed in dark blue coarse work attire and wearing a slanted cap that had been popular half a century ago, with a large wrench hanging from his belt alongside a pistol and ammo pouch.
He charged toward the trench, toward the explosives left behind by the second demolition team, and then, holding a wooden crate filled with explosives, he hurriedly climbed toward the Thorn Gate.
In that moment, Lawrence almost thought he was going to succeed.
However, a bullet flew in, and the young man was struck on the shoulder as if hammered by an iron fist, his body jolting violently before falling a few meters from the Thorn Gate.
The hall seemed to quiet instantaneously.
The final counterattack was over.