Song Heping no longer spoke.
He took a deep breath of the icy air filled with the scent of death, as if trying to force the last bit of strength into his limbs and bones.
Then, like a panther spotting its prey, he sprang up fiercely from the ridge of the dune!
"Kill——!!!"
That roar was like a volcano suppressed for thousands of years suddenly erupting, infused with the bloody taste of a torn throat and infinite ferocity, smashing the chaotic noise in Sand Valley!
It was no longer a human shout, but the death knell announcing demise!
Over one hundred thirty silent hungry wolves, at the mont their leader sounded the charge, erupted from the cold shadows of the dunes, from the cracks in the rocks, from all the hiding places!
They were no longer human, but killing machines driven by thirst and death!
On the left wing, Disaster Star led fifty n, surging towards the mouth of the valley like a silent yet rapid black tide.
When Song Heping's roar rang out, they had already ghosted near the stuck pickup truck.
Disaster Star moved the fastest, like a low-flying black lightning, instantly tackling a GNA soldier who had his back to him.
He didn't even use a gun; his left hand clamped like iron over the enemy's mouth and nose, while his right hand, reverse-gripping a combat knife, plunged it fiercely into the side of the neck, all the way to the hilt!
Scalding blood sprayed into the cold air as a short-lived black-red mist. Disaster Star didn't pause, withdrew the knife, letting the body collapse, his eyes already locked onto the next target—a machine gunner looking around in bewildernt, trying to figure out where the roar ca from.
He dashed like a leopard, before the enemy could turn the gun, the knife, gleaming with the cold light of death, precisely stabbed into the unprotected throat!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
A shrilling, off-key scream finally pierced the night sky.
Too late!
Way too late!
Disaster Star's left wing sliced into the congealed butter-like chaos like a red-hot knife.
Fifty Haftar soldiers, with beast-like low growls rolling in their throats, charged into the disordered GNA soldiers, wielding various assault rifles.
They didn't aim for precision; they aid for the fastest, most brutal slaughter!
The gunshots rattled!
The magazines emptied quickly.
No one even had ti to change magazines before they crashed together face to face.
Everyone began using whatever they could to kill the opponent—knives, guns, even shovels and gunstocks!
Bayonets stabbed into soft bellies, twisting viciously; entrenching shovels cleaved through skulls with a dull whoosh; machetes traced arcs of death under the firelight, severing arms raised in defense; so even tackled enemies, biting fiercely at their throats!
Blood, visceral fragnts, brain matter, and agonized screams exploded at the mouth of the valley!
The sickeningly strong stench of blood, like a tangible tide, suddenly overwheld the cold breath of the desert!
On the right wing, Wrench acted with equal thunderous speed.
As Song Heping's roar erupted, he and thirty soldiers he led, like sharks slling blood, rushed with clear intent towards the pickup truck loaded with water bags.
The GNA soldiers guarding the truck were completely stunned by this sudden attack from the flanking rear.
The assault rifle in Wrench's hand fired first, a short burst!
Da-da-da!
The piercing gunshots exploded at close range, and a soldier bending down to grab a water bag had his back blossom with blood flowers, collapsing with a scream onto the bags.
Another guard raised his gun in panic, and Wrench was already upon him, smashing the gunstock fiercely into his face!
A clear sound of bone cracking accompanied the screams. Wrench didn't even glance at the fallen enemy, kicked the body aside, rushed to the pile of water bags, shielded them with his body, while his rifle spit fire, mowing down any enemy attempting to approach.
The soldiers around him quickly ford a semicircle, erecting a flesh and blood dam with their bodies and bullets, securing the water source that was more vital than life!
Bullets pinged off the pickup truck, sparking bits of Mars.
Wrench's cheek was slashed by a splinter, blood flowing profusely, but he was unaware, his eyes like a beast defending its cubs, filled only with the absolute possessiveness for the water source!
On the front line!
Song Heping descended like a god of death! Leading the charge, each raise of his assault rifle brought a hot rain of blood!
The magazine quickly emptied.
A GNA lower officer trying to resist had just raised his pistol to aim, and Song Heping's figure, like a phantom, crashed into his arms, the Mad Dog Tactical Knife's heavy blade thrust upward with all his might!
Crack! A clear sound of bone breaking!
The officer's jaw, upper palate, and tongue were instantly skewered like a kebab!
Blood gushing like a fountain, splattered all over Song Heping's head and face!
The scalding, tallic-slling liquid instantly coated his eyes, but he didn't hesitate, didn't even wipe it off, twisting the knife tip instinctively!
Squish!
The opponent's body went limp.
"Water! Kill them all! The water is ours!"
Song Heping roared, his voice completely muffled by the bloody water, becoming indistinct, but the overwhelming killing intent crashed like a substantial shockwave into every allied soldier's chest!
"Water! Water!"
Over a hundred soldiers, driven mad by thirst, had their deepest primal instincts ignited by their leader's violence and bloodlust!
In their eyes, there was nothing else, only enemies, only the canteens hanging from those enemies!
They, like demons crawling out of Hell, in groups of three and five, frantically pounced on any figure clad in GNA uniform!
A young Haftar soldier, tornted by thirst until his eyes were bloodshot, stared fixedly at a half-full canteen dangling from a GNA soldier's waist.
He completely ignored the bayonet thrusting into him, letting the cold blade pierce into his shoulder! The pain instead inflad his frenzy further!
He let out a scream not quite human, throwing himself forward with all his might, his hands clamping around the enemy's neck like iron, slamming his forehead fiercely into the enemy's face!
Once!
Twice!
Three tis!
The dull crunch of breaking bones was teeth-gritting!
Only when the enemy went completely limp did he release his bloodied hands, grabbed the blood-stained canteen, unscrewed the cap, and greedily, desperately, poured the blood-tinged water down his parched throat!
"Exhilarating!"
The cool liquid flowed down the searing esophagus, bringing an almost convulsive pleasure, making him let out a low bestial growl!
In another corner, several Haftar soldiers surrounded a surrendering GNA soldier with hands raised high.
"Water! Hand over your canteen!"
An old soldier roared, pressing a bayonet to the enemy's chest.
The GNA soldier, terrified, removed his canteen and threw it over. The
old soldier snatched it, unscrewed it, took a swig, and imdiately his face lit up with ecstasy, yet he didn't stop there!
With a gleam of ferocity in his eyes, he thrust the bayonet into the enemy's heart without hesitation!
"Just to be safe!"
He grinned wickedly, pulled out the bayonet, wiped it on the corpse's clothing, and charged at the next target.
Slaughter!
Pure, primal slaughter for the sake of survival resources!
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