Chapter 385: Maxton Warth, Did You Guys Hit the Enemy's Nest?

The village lay smothered in darkness. Inside a low, squat house, seven civilians in plain clothes huddled in a corner, shaking so hard they looked ready to rattle apart. Two of them were girls. They hugged their knees to their chests, tears clinging to the corners of their eyes. Even in the dark, their faces showed up ghost-pale. The men were no better off. Lips blanched, stares hollow, fear sat in their eyes like something solid. Not far away, beneath a window, a special forces soldier wrapped...