Under the cover of night, everyone braved the fierce firepower of the armed militants, attacking and withdrawing fiercely, their eyes red with killing, as the injured fell one after another. Comrades in arms hoisted the fallen and retreated while those unharmed immediately rushed to the front, roaring furiously and continually shooting at the militants trying to advance.
The armed militants were completely in chaos, seeing their comrades falling around them, unable to discern who was responsible. They, too, were blinded by a rage, firing at any suspicious figure on sight. Spotting some taking cover behind a car, three heavy machine guns opened fire indiscriminately, heedless of whether they were friend or foe, surging forward with howls. There were just too many of them, falling in batch after batch.
