The appearance of two major helicopter combat groups in the sky was already overwhelming enough, but now, seeing the arrival of tanks and armored fighting groups, everyone's psychological resilience neared collapse.
However, soon one of the elders seemed to think of something and loudly reminded Gael, "Chieftain, it's not too late to turn things around. What are we waiting for? Let's hurry up and hand over the people!"
"Yes, only a few dozen people have died so far. If we don't hand someone over now, it won't be just a few dozen anymore!"
"I fucking said we should have handed them over earlier. If we had, things wouldn't have gotten this bad!"
The other elders also started to respond, echoing one after another.
And Tewin, who had always opposed this, was now out of steam, shrinking his head and burying it like an ostrich.
