If the approaching helicopter was an ally, then Kang Chan and his men would be able to turn things around. However, if it was an enemy, then everything would be over.0

The battlefield grew completely silent. Everyone glanced at each other in an attempt to figure out what was going on.0

“Bring the weapons to the front! Go!” Kang Chan ordered.0

Since Kang Chan himself couldn’t move, his men gathered all the rifles and magazines they could find even faster than before.0

Cha Dong-Gyun, Choi Jong-Il, and Kwak Cheol-Ho pressed the wounds on Park Chul-Su’s chest, stomach, and thigh as he sat against a boulder. No matter how much pressure they applied, blood just kept spurting out between their fingers.0

Breathing heavily, Park Chul-Su smiled at Kang Chan, fighting through the pain. “Mr. Kang Chan… Haah, haah.”0

Kang Chan crouched in front of Park Chul-Su so that Park Chul-Su could face him.0

Park Chul-Su continued, “Thank you.”0

Damn it! Why is everyone thanking me? I’m the reason people are dying!0

“General Choi was the one who paid for my tuition,” Park Chul-Su barely managed to say. “I was scolded a lot and slapped several times.”0

Park Chul-Su looked at Cha Dong-Gyun, who was beside him, with an apologetic gaze. “Please take care of these men.”0

“You’re our commander, Colonel! You have to survive so we can have someone to depend on!” Kang Chan replied.0

He gestured at Cha Dong-Gyun, Choi Jong-Il, and Kwak Cheol-Ho to move Park Chul-Su to the back.0

Thwup thwup thwup thwup thwup.0

The helicopter noises were getting louder.0

“Gérard! Have the snipers watch out for mortars and RPGs!” Kang Chan yelled.0

“Copy that!” Gérard answered, then addressed the snipers through the radio.0

“Allahu akbar![1]”0

The enemies’ shouts echoed past the tribespeople’s hut and into the mountain, reaching...0