The squad members were all wiped out, and it was his firing order that got everyone killed.
Past laughter and curses rose from the depths of his memory like a curse.
The combat will, always supported by drugs, ultimately collapsed at this moment.
"Ah! Ah!!"
He slumped to the ground, initially letting out a low, incomprehensible wail, the sound gradually growing louder, until he clutched his head, screaming in agony.
In the distance, the sound of artillery fire continued to rumble incessantly. The sky, stained red by flames, occasionally thundered with booming sounds, and the player's vanguard reconnaissance had appeared on the horizon.
The signal that just appeared on the radar was only a fake electromagnetic signal sent out by their small drones, the purpose being to first expose the position of the enemy's frontline fire units, and then guide the artillery strikes.
"Kill these European white pigs, those bastards!"
