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.

Hurry up and inject the antidote!” shouted one of the

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

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

from the box, Horace lit them and placed one in

it as a token of apology

Malcolm spat the cigarette out as he

Malcolm insisted on hearing it

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

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

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

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

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!

Horace casually 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 the pre-planned routes. There

“Yes, sir!”

to leave when Horace called out to him

you, sir?” the signalman asked in

questions and just do as I say!” Horace

signalman responded and ran off to carry

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

a pistol from his holster and placed 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

Bang!

as Horace

exited cleanly through the back, spraying the air

in a kneeling position in front of

everyone within Northern Crimson Prison, but that no

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