Samir's first feeling was that a deity had come down to rescue him.
Of course, he quickly dismissed this fanciful idea.
But who was rescuing him?
Who was shelling the I5I5 armed frontline command?
His thoughts became chaotic again, his CPU almost crashing.
"Commander, this is our best chance to break out, let's run for it!"
Rahman's voice came through the walkie-talkie, sounding distant to Samir, who was lost in thought and confusion, as if from an entirely foreign world.
Eventually, he snapped back to reality.
"No! We can't break out now!"
"What?!"
This time, it was Rahman's turn to think he'd gone deaf.
"Not break out?!"
"Right!" Samir stated affirmatively: "We must counterattack now! If someone is assisting us, it's the perfect opportunity to strike back. If we flee instead of fighting, we will be sending the ones helping us into a trap! This is not how friends treat each other!"
"Friends? You mean, we have friends helping us?!"
