Damn! The ambushers were cursing their lack of progress. Their most dangerous weapons—the RPGs—had been rendered useless.
A torrent of bullets didn't even scratch the paint. In all their years of firefights, they had never swallowed such a bitter pill.
They felt like cursing several times over as they achieved nothing after such a prolonged assault. Among their ranks, many had already begun contemplating retreat.
Just then, a huge explosion stunned everyone.
The fireball ripped the truck into pieces. Their previously impressive rate of fire faltered and nearly stopped from the shock.
They knew the men near that truck were as good as dead, even if a few had somehow survived by sheer luck.
Then came a second explosion at the same location.
Welp, no one could have survived that. Those who survived the shrapnel would certainly die from the blast.
"God damn!"
