"Charge!" A group of people swiftly rushed out from their cover. They braved the hail of bullets from the Americans.
Shrek hid in the command room, watching as Fire Fox's people madly charged forward. Yet, ultimately, they fell like grass, and the corners of his mouth curled into a sinister smile as he said, "Very good, just like that. Strike until none of you are left, then let's see what you have to use against me!"
Silver Fox finally realized that this strategy was somewhat off. She hurriedly ordered a retreat into cover.
However, at this moment, only thirty or so out of over a hundred remained. A touch of desolation filled Silver Fox's heart; she was deeply saddened and always felt unbearable grief and sorrow. She never expected that one wrong decision could cost so many brothers their lives.
"Leader, we must retreat." A nearby warrior urgently crawled over, panting heavily, and brushing the dirt off his head, he said, "We can't keep fighting them."
