Major General Khalil was about to order the troops to be sent for reinforcement when a deafening explosion interrupted him.
The ground shook violently like an earthquake, shattered glass "crashed" to the ground, and several fragments flew out, cutting a bloody mark on Major General Khalil's face.
Aifuri's hand, which was holding the windowsill, was also cut by the glass. It was bloody, but they didn't care about these wounds; they were insignificant.
"It's the ammunition depot," Aifuri looked at Major General Khalil in horror. "It might have been blown up!"
The word "might" should be removed, thought Major General Khalil, it was obvious.
Everyone in the command room was in shock. They all stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the explosion, where a huge plume of smoke was rising, and faint cries and wails could be heard.
At this moment, the communications officer hurriedly came in to report, "General, the partisans attacked the ammunition depot."
