The tracks crushed the rubble, and the armored vehicle smashed through the remains of the wall.
This time, there were no complicated tutorials on street combat, no careful clearing of each building, only the simplest, most efficient, and most brutal way of advancing: paving the way with overwhelming firepower, crushing all obstacles with a torrent of steel.
The speed of the advance was astonishing.
In the central urban area of Medellin, in a three-story building half-collapsed from a blast.
This was a temporary command point for the remaining forces of the "Medellin Cartel" and one of the last strongholds struggling to maintain communication.
The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder, dust, and heavy blood.
The walls were riddled with bullet holes, and the ceiling was on the verge of collapse.
A dozen defeated troops crowded into a relatively intact corner, their faces smeared with dirt, sweat, and deep-seated fear.
