It was a figure that burst out from the corner of the hall, an illusion that had not yet begun to dissipate.
Lawrence and the eyes of all the sailors were instantly drawn to that figure.
He was not a soldier but a young man who seemed to be an army engineer, dressed in a dark blue coarse cloth overalls, wearing a slanted cap that had been popular half a century ago, and besides the pistol and cartridge pouch, there was also a large wrench hanging from his belt.
He rushed toward the trench, toward the explosive device left by the second demolition team, and then, hugging the wooden box filled with explosives, he quickly climbed toward the Thorn Gate.
In that moment, Lawrence almost thought he was going to make it.
However, a bullet came flying, and the young man was struck on the shoulder as if by a heavy hammer, his body violently shaking, he fell just a few meters from the Thorn Gate.
The entire hall seemed to fall silent in an instant.
The last counterattack ended.
