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.

gas like this! Hurry up and inject the antidote!” shouted one of the

job, soldier. I have the antidote,

off his forehead as he searched his pockets and found a box

cigarettes from the box, Horace lit them and placed

it as a token of

the cigarette

Malcolm insisted

a smile, “No reason in particular. I’m a soldier. Following orders

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

“Honestly, I don’t get it either. Why are we fighting

running over all of a sudden. “Sir! According to our radars, a fighter jet

already achieved our objectives. Tell the men to

“Yes, sir!”

to him again, “Also, put

sir?” the

just do as I say!” Horace

responded and ran

you’re watching, Boss,” he uttered solemnly. “I’ve accomplished

the trigger. “Commander Wallace, I can neither stop the war nor disobey my orders. I can’t tell right from wrong either, but I will

Bang!

loud and clear gunshot rang out as Horace squeezed the trigger using

through the back, spraying the air with a bloody mist that dissipated in

position in front of Malcolm

within Northern Crimson Prison, but that no longer mattered since he was

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