In the pitch darkness, Vankelus felt he was really down on his luck to the extreme lately. Half a month ago, he lost an entire corps of soldiers, and now he might even lose himself.
His guards were fiercely firing in the corridor, and the enemy was roughly just a few dozen meters away. He could even hear the distinctive sounds of the adversary's weapons, and the air raid sirens outside had stopped echoing.
The Dwarf Airport Commander hiding with him knew that the Dwarf soldiers stationed here had little combat power. Estimating that the battle outside would soon end, hiding here was not a reliable option.
But he had no other ideas: running was simply impossible, gunshots were coming from all directions, and the cars at the entrance had long been damaged by the fierce battle... Well, even if they weren't broken, who would dare test the accuracy of the Tang Army's marksmen over there?
