The Legendary Man

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.

the poison gas like this! Hurry up and inject the antidote!”

do your job, soldier. I have

the sweat off his forehead as he searched his

the box, Horace lit them and placed

it as a

spat the cigarette out

having everything figured out, Malcolm insisted on hearing it

Horace shook his head and responded with a smile, “No reason in particular. I’m a

what you’re doing is

yourself that question 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

continued, “Honestly, I don’t

According to our radars, a fighter jet is approaching from the south

objectives. Tell the men to retreat immediately and leave the

“Yes, sir!”

was about to leave when Horace called out to him again,

the signalman asked in

so many questions and just do

the signalman responded and ran off to carry out

the side. “I know you’re watching, Boss,” he uttered solemnly. “I’ve accomplished the mission you assigned me with. Thank you very much for the training you’ve provided me all

Malcolm’s finger on 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 make it up to you. I’m

Bang!

rang out as Horace squeezed the trigger

and exited cleanly through the back, spraying the air with a bloody mist that

position in front of Malcolm

was directed at Malcolm or everyone within Northern