They utilized their overwhelming numerical advantage to launch a fierce assault from multiple directions, trying to cut off and surround the desperately outnumbered Suicide Squad.
Soon, extremists from the 1515 Armed forces charged up the sandy slope of the riverbed like a tidal wave.
Ferocious hand-to-hand combat broke out on multiple front lines!
"Grenade!"
A member of the Suicide Squad roared, pulling out the safety pin of an F-1 defensive lemon hand grenade, and after a two-second delay, he hurled it with all his might into the enemy crowd that had approached to within just over twenty meters.
"Boom!"
Fragments swept across like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, cutting down several enemies with screams, their bodies torn to shreds.
But more enemies, eyes bloodshot, surged forward while howling.
Bayonets flashed red!
The butt of the rifle, wielded with immense force, struck the body with a thud of cracking bones.
