"Damn it, a lieutenant? They're drinking and sleeping with girls in the city while we bleed at the front. Now they want to run away themselves. Brothers, let's go!"
He slapped away the soldier blocking the front, and was about to force his way onto the aircraft.
But a gun barrel extended from inside the cabin.
Da da!
The bullet hit the sergeant's bulletproof vest, penetrating both the vest and the heavy subcutaneous armor, but it wasn't fatal.
This shot was like the fuse that ignited the explosive, immediately sparking conflict between the sides. The airport turned into a battlefield, bullets flying back and forth. They were comrades just yesterday, but now they had become enemies fighting for their lives.
And they fought without any concern for the Cubans nearby; large groups of civilians were hit and killed by stray bullets, and in no time, blood flowed like a river.
