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As Rebecca drags me back into cover, I turn around and see more soldiers approaching us. "They're here," the soldier yells. "They're here!" "Attack," another soldier yells. "Fire," one of the civilians yells. One of the few with an assault rifle, he leans out and fires at the soldiers. The others follow after him instantly and engage the oncoming soldiers.

If this had happened decades ago, then that b*stard, Charlie, would have already been shot dead! As soon as Sheldon thought of how Hamed attached so much importance to this matter, Sheldon also knew that Hamed had already transformed into the Syrian version of an infrastructure maniac now, and it would be useless for him to continue protesting like this. So, he said to the soldier resentfully, “Young man, can I discuss something with you?” The soldier looked at him warily and questioned, “What do you want?”

I shake my head to remove the thoughts from my head. I do not know why my parents dislike me so much. Yes, I am a girl and I know they do not want a girl in their life, but as a parent, you cannot just abandon your child just because you do not like them. You bring them into this world, hence, it is their responsibility to take care of you. "We'll probably arrive there later in the evening," one of the soldiers said. The soldier who is holding me looked at me from head to toe. "Are you sure someone will buy her?" he asked which made them all laugh.

“We were ordered to assist. Follow orders.” “But you do know your soldier is telling the truth?” I ask as I stagger back, holding off as I pretend I’m weakened, but the poison is affecting my barrier. The moment one of them tries to shoot, I take cover. “I don’t believe that,” the sergeant says just as the lights return. I look up at him from where I can see him from behind the table as they open fire and the bullets splinter through the wood. Fuck. I jump aside as I raise an eyebrow. “Really, sergeant? Do you think that all these civilians are safe?”

"Of course." "Soldiers," I said. Then, their eyes turned toward me. "I understand that many of you think this investigation is a waste of time. I know that you guys believe that this isn't a huge matter since the victim is just a camp prostitute." Some soldiers nodded when they heard my words, while some exchanged bold glances before speaking up. "She isn't one of us. She is just a prostitute." "This is beneath our dignity." I took another step forward, and the crowd fell silent.

Ethan said, “This isn’t about defending Ethan. These women’s husbands sacrificed their lives for the country, yet not only have you ignored their welfare, but you’ve also accused them of being someone else’s women. And now you’re planning to barge into their homes with a group of men to ransack the place? “Is this how you live up to those heroes’ sacrifices? How will their souls rest in peace? Also, if you do this, how do you expect our soldiers to charge into battle in the future?” Liam was genuinely furious. “Put yourselves in their shoes. If you died for your country and your wives and children were later slandered and bullied like this, would you be okay with it?” Stephen froze. Liam’s w

Apparently, since the barrier went up, being a soldier wasn't nearly as dangerous, and morale was through the roof. "A lot of us need to find other employment to keep busy, though," one soldier said as he passed us. "Some of us can't do anything but fight." "Be a security guard then," I said casually. "Or start a fighting ring and put on shows for people to bet. It'll be like werewolf WWE." That got a ripple of laughter and murmurs, and before I could clarify that I was joking, half of them were already planning brackets and scouting locations. I looked at Tanya. "They're not actually going to do it, are they?"

“I’m saying maybe Kane’s not untouchable anymore.” The words dropped like a stone in water. The room went still. Whispers of Defection One of the younger soldiers—barely out of his twenties—leaned forward, lowering his voice. “I heard something. Cross pays his people on time. Always. No light envelopes. No excuses.” The others shifted, uneasy. “You suggesting we switch sides?” another hissed. “I’m saying,” the young man replied, eyes hard, “we’re killing ourselves for scraps while Kane burns money on his throne. Maybe Cross isn’t the coward Kane says he is. Maybe he’s the future.”

But I don't apologize. He sighs. — He would do the same thing. — He says while crossing his arms. — We have to look at everything around us to take an initiative, ma'am. Soldiers die every second, we lose power every blink of an eye, and everyone who still volunteers to go after the boss unfortunately doesn't even come back for their own wake.

"No. I think that'll just create more hate." "You're probably right. If he sends Wilkinson out to his death, he risks losing the support of the other soldiers. Even though their comrade is guilty of hurting me and should be punished, he's worried they won't stand for it. He'll have to try and keep as many people as satisfied as possible, but the soldiers will always be more important. Without them, this place would fall in a week tops."