The crowd was out of control.
Those wishing to flee were like sheep, and the encircling Taliban Forces at the airport were like sheepdogs. They appeared from all sides, slowly tightening the encirclement, and then the panicked masses surged into the airport like a tide.
The inner ring of guards were driving the crowd away, the airport perimeter wall had been breached, and now the sole purpose of those guards was to prevent the people, who had lost their minds from fear, from getting close to the planes.
Moving against the tide, a C-17 slowly approached Gao Guang and his team, making a slow, overly confident turnaround, positioning its tail toward them before the rear cargo door opened, and a group of armed soldiers descended.
Ray let out a loud whistle. There was nothing to be said, but those who stayed by the supplies aimed their guns at the soldiers descending from the plane.
