Chapter 158: Whatever-let the enemy hate my guts

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Across the jungle, Bysmore soldiers who got the order sprinted through the jungle, rallying toward a single point. They had murder in their eyes, rage blazing. The ones who'd barely crawled out of those tunnels alive were the fiercest-they looked ready to rip the enemy's flesh and eat it raw just to vent their rage. They'd seen nasty, they'd seen sneaky, but never anything like this. Back in that old campaign, Bysmore had already fought dirty. They relied on guerrilla tactics-digging...