Chapter 397: You Don't Deserve to Be Prisoners. Kill Them!

Boom, boom, boom! Several rocket launcher rounds slammed into the middle of the militants. The ones who had crawled down behind cover thought they'd slipped past death. Then the rockets detonated against the ground, bursting into brilliant sprays of fire. The blast flipped them over like rag dolls. They sprawled across the dirt, wailing and screaming for their mothers. Daniel Lyson stayed in a half-crouch and scanned the distance. The battlefield had already tipped into a complete rout. The enemy...