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 and inject the antidote!” shouted one of the soldiers from the

job, soldier. I have the antidote,

sweat off his forehead as he searched his pockets and

cigarettes from the box, Horace lit

of it

Malcolm spat the cigarette

having everything figured out, Malcolm insisted on hearing it

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

you’re doing

Did you ask 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 all of that, then what difference does it make when you and I fight each other? We’re nothing but

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

was 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! It should be arriving in about fifteen

soldier as he ordered, “We have already achieved our objectives. Tell the men to retreat immediately and leave the

“Yes, sir!”

leave when Horace called out to him again, “Also, put Maximilian Schmidt in charge of

about you, sir?” the signalman asked

and just do as I say!” Horace

the signalman responded and ran off to carry out his

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

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!

as Horace squeezed the trigger using Malcolm’s

and exited cleanly through the back, spraying the air with a

died in a kneeling position in front of Malcolm while

Malcolm or everyone within Northern Crimson Prison, but that

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