In the following period of time.
On the swamp.
"Bang!"
"Whoosh!"
"Bang!"
"..."
The sounds were unending, the sky kept lighting up, but after almost an hour, they hadn't seen any border patrol from Myanmar.
At this moment.
They felt shattered.
Exhausted.
Anxious.
Wasn't it said that Myanmar's personnel responded swiftly? Despite making such a commotion, there was no sign of anyone paying attention to them.
The bitterness was palpable.
They had come excitedly, only to find no one showing up, while they themselves were utterly defeated, perhaps setting a precedent for the most tragic bandits.
Fortunately.
It was midsummer, the temperature was tolerable, so they wouldn't freeze. The person in the middle was exhausted, and the pressure from those around him was piling on him.
Moreover.
The muddy water reached over their shoulders, making breathing quite difficult.
...
Suddenly.
"Hey!"
"I have a stone here too!"
Nearby.
