By this point, the US Army had already begun its assault, with the sounds of artillery and gunfire discernible from all directions, and even the occasional shouts of militants calling out to each other from the building below and across the street.
The building they were in now was like a solitary leaf in the tempestuous sea of rage, ready to be engulfed by the waves at any moment of exposure.
This kind of psychological pressure was not insignificant.
After all, this was a stronghold of the armed militants, and no one knew if someone might suddenly burst in.
"Song, I see a lot of militants around us... they might enter here..."
Mira's voice, slightly tense, came through Song Heping's earpiece.
Dawn had broken.
The militants in the city had become more active.
The site of last night's explosion was still piled with bodies.
No one was going to clean them up anymore.