The Guerrilla Attack

The Heart of the Rainforest, Early Morning. The forest was alive with the sounds of combat—explosions echoing through the trees, the crack of gunfire mingling with the hiss of falling branches. The once peaceful serenity of the sacred land had transformed into a battlefield. The Coalition’s guerrilla fighters, under Somchai’s leadership, moved like shadows through the dense foliage, striking with precision and purpose.

Somchai’s breath came in steady bursts as he sprinted through the underbrush, his bandana tied tightly around his forehead. The sun barely peeked through the thick canopy above, casting long shadows that the fighters used to their advantage. The first explosion rang out, followed by the rumbling of metal being torn apart. Supply lines were hit, fuel tanks erupted in a ball of fire, and the Nine Dragons’ machines shuddered under the force of the attack.