Chapter 339: You Wouldn't Want Your Son to Be Shot, Would You!!_2

On the deck of the "Duke Victor," dozens of soldiers with cameras captured the scene, and the sight of the mushroom cloud made them jump, exchanging glances, and finally, they all let out awkward laughter.

"The Air Force guys... really... really have no manners."

But there was also a bit of relief, thankful it wasn't dropped on their own heads.

Lieutenant Colonel Emilio Mora lay on the ground, his body charred black, clinging to his last breath.

His eyelids fluttered, and in a daze, he saw a scene of himself setting out.

His wife, reluctant to part, was tidying his clothes, and his young son was putting candies into his military uniform pocket, looking up to ask when he'd be back to celebrate his birthday with him.

"I can't... go back," Emilio Mora seemed to see his deceased parents looking at him with pity, reaching out to him.

No more fears and horrors.

These two BLU-82 bombs directly sent about a thousand people to their deaths.

The most crucial aspect was...