"Half an hour?"
The lieutenant furrowed his brows subconsciously.
He looked at the seemingly endless horde of corpses in front of him, feeling an added sense of bleakness in his heart. Didn't this mean that his subordinates, who had just managed to come down from the elevated road, were all going to die here in half an hour?
In a moment, two more had been dragged into the horde due to running out of ammunition.
Their screams lasted for less than ten seconds.
Then abruptly ceased.
Perhaps they couldn't hold out for even half an hour.
Every minute brought new casualties.
If this continued, all of them would die in this damned city, just like those citizens in front of them with faces as horrifying as vengeful ghosts.
Just then, a man suddenly ran over and shouted, "Company commander, there's a courtyard ahead!"
"It looks like a residence!"
A courtyard?
The hope the lieutenant had almost given up on suddenly reignited.
