Chapter 586 I Am Sorry

As the sound of gunfire raged on, the soldiers on the walls collapsed in puddles of blood left and right.

The incoming Eastern Army soldiers looked like death itself as they marched through the poisonous gas and thick smoke wearing bulletproof vests, gas masks, and thermal goggles.

Without the cover of heavy gunfire from the turrets, the enemy soldiers were able to continue their advance without much resistance.

In less than ten minutes, they had taken over the entire wall on the east of the prison.

After occupying such a favorable location, members of the Special Forces began to harvest like crazy while using the west wall as a defensive fortification.

The poisoned soldiers inside the prison rushed toward the west wall.

They knew they were most likely charging to their deaths, but they refused to give up without a fight.

Being a part of the Mysonna Army, they would rather face their enemies and die gloriously in battle than surrender.

Like moths to a flame, more of them kept coming, even though they were being mowed down.

Shot in the neck, Malcolm lay dying on top of the wall.

“Why…”

Although he could only see the eyes of the man standing in front of him, Malcolm knew it was none other than Horace himself.

Horace stared at Malcolm, who was lying in a pool of blood, as he reached behind his head and undid the straps of his gas mask.

He then removed his thermal goggles and helmet along with his gas mask.

expose yourself to the poison gas like this! Hurry up

do your job,

he searched his pockets and found a box

box, Horace lit them and placed

cigarette. Think of it as a token of

Malcolm spat the cigarette out as

insisted on hearing

with a smile, “No reason in particular.

not question if what you’re doing is right?” Malcolm asked

when your Mysonna Army killed the soldiers from the Ibica Army? What about when my Eastern Army kills the enemy soldiers from Remdik? If you have no issues with all of that, then what difference does it make

began to fade away, but Horace did not seem to notice as he sat down beside Malcolm and continued, “Honestly, I don’t get it either. Why are we fighting all the time? There doesn’t seem to be an end to these wars.

interrupted when a soldier came running over all of a sudden. “Sir! According to our radars, a fighter jet is approaching from the south at high speed!

men to retreat immediately and leave the border according to

“Yes, sir!”

about to leave when Horace called out to him again, “Also, put Maximilian Schmidt

about you, sir?” the signalman asked

just do as I say!” Horace

signalman responded and ran

his cigarette, Horace saluted at a camera on the side. “I know you’re watching, Boss,” he uttered solemnly. “I’ve

and placed Malcolm’s finger on the trigger. “Commander Wallace, I can neither stop the war nor

Bang!

as Horace squeezed the trigger using

exited cleanly through the back, spraying the air with

died in a kneeling position in front of Malcolm while facing Northern Crimson

within Northern Crimson Prison, but that

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