Chapter 2038
Chapter 2038: Bro, Don’t Cry (3)
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Furrowing his brow, Glenn Hutchinson looked at Dixon Garrison, who hadn’t left, and continued to ask, "Anything else?"
"The government forces can’t hold out much longer." Dixon Garrison hesitated to speak, his brow tightly knit.
"Hmm." Glenn Hutchinson responded.
The government of this country has long lost the hearts of the people and without the support of weapon resources, any other forces are at least five years more advanced in equipment than they are; collapse is inevitable sooner or later.
Glenn Hutchinson was not surprised.
"However," Dixon Garrison paused, his expression suddenly becoming stern, speaking each word emphatically, "they expect us to win."
"Understood."
With a glance at him, Glenn Hutchinson uttered two words.
The peacekeeping forces of Eastlandia, the only contingent stationed here, were defeated by the local armed forces in less than five months and were forced to retreat to their own country, causing Eastlandia great embarrassment.
𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Unless they wait until the government forces are completely defeated and return due to international pressure, they won’t lose that much face.
Dixon Garrison lingered in place, looking at the stern-faced Glenn Hutchinson, feeling uneasy at heart.
This is not Aaron Doom. Here, Glenn Hutchinson isn’t in complete charge. Following Glenn Hutchinson for many years, the Captain always minimized the danger of their actions, making their combat style incredibly secretive. However, here they need to clash directly, and such frontal collisions almost certainly mean casualties.
They are all comrades, all brothers...
After a while, seeing Dixon Garrison still motionless with an unclear expression, Glenn Hutchinson furrowed his brow and directly instructed, "Bring the rest of Aaron Doom over."
"Huh?" Dixon Garrison was taken aback.
"We’ll act on our own." Glenn Hutchinson said coldly.
"But here—" Dixon Garrison glanced around, then fell silent.
The group of refugees, under the control of guns, had become docile, all crowded together, the younger ones even trembling. Some landmines were detonated, but they didn’t have enough manpower, not even able to tidy up the bodies of those refugees.
Further away, the flames still burned, smaller than before yet still raging, like a terrifying face flaunting something to them.
Dixon Garrison was shaken inwardly but let out a long breath, trying to calm himself.
"Someone’s in charge." Glenn Hutchinson casually tossed out these words.
Dixon Garrison followed orders and left.
Before long, the remaining brothers from Aaron Doom were all gathered.
Not many, only about a dozen left.
However, to Glenn Hutchinson, this group could fight against ten times their number, and having about a dozen left was already enough.
Glenn Hutchinson merely informed a fellow military officer of equal rank, then led his team away.
It was only after they left that the military officer realized what they were going to do and suddenly sensed something was amiss.
What can a team of just over ten accomplish? Are they just going to their deaths?!
Panic-stricken, the military officer quickly found the communication officer to contact Glenn Hutchinson via satellite.
"Hutchinson, where are you going? We’re dispatching support immediately!" the officer said carefully, wiping off cold sweat.
"No need. We are the support."
The reply was just eight characters, yet so calmly stated, leaving the anxious officer without the slightest room to argue.
— End of Chapter 2038 —