In the face of firepower, both fleeing and bravery yield the same result.
In just a few minutes, the valley entrance quieted down, leaving only smoke and the heavy stench of blood lingering in the air.
The dozens of living people from before had now become a ground full of incomplete, barely recognizable corpse fragments.
The Major Battalion Commander confirmed the situation at the valley entrance once more through binoculars and issued new instructions through the communicator: "Cleanup team enter, move quickly, and tidy up the mess."
The cleanup convoy, which had been on standby at the rear, received the order.
These were not troop carriers, but a special unit composed of several military trucks covered with heavy tarps and two tracked excavators. Their engines roared as they drove onto the land that had just witnessed slaughter, with tires and tracks crunching over the blood-soaked ground, making a teeth-on-edge creaking sound.
