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.

You mustn’t expose yourself to the poison gas like this! Hurry up and

simply shook his head and said, “Just do your job, soldier. I have the antidote, so you don’t have to worry

he

Horace lit them

a cigarette. Think of it as a token of apology from

the cigarette out

having everything figured out, Malcolm insisted on hearing

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

you’re doing is

when my Eastern Army kills the enemy soldiers from

eyes 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. It’s

sudden. “Sir! According to our radars, a fighter jet is approaching

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

“Yes, sir!”

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

about you, sir?” the signalman asked in

questions and just

sir!” the signalman responded and ran off to carry out

he uttered solemnly. “I’ve accomplished the

out a pistol from his holster and placed Malcolm’s finger on the trigger. “Commander Wallace, I can neither stop the war nor

Bang!

gunshot rang out as Horace squeezed the trigger using Malcolm’s

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

in front of

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

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