The other soldiers stood ready, the cold metallic sheen of their firearms flickering in their hands, pairs of eyes beneath their helmets fixed intently ahead.
The siege tightened even further, the air itself seemingly beginning to solidify.
A battle, heavy with the taste of gunpowder, was on the verge of erupting.
However, at that moment.
A series of urgent footsteps echoed from inside the building.
Soldiers stationed at the main entrance were instantly on alert, fingers tight on the triggers, weapons raised in unison.
The beam from the searchlight pierced the pitch-black portal, faintly revealing the silhouettes of two bedraggled, blood-stained figures.
It seemed they were survivors.
The two survivors staggered forward, one of them with a leg injury but still stubbornly limping on, desperately trying to run out.
Once they emerged, they raised their hands to shield their eyes from the glaring light, their expressions revealing extreme panic.
