At 2:15 in the afternoon, two BTR-80 armored personnel carriers, escorted by a platoon of Bangladeshi military forces, drove onto Highway No. 5 leading to the coastline.
The interior of the vehicle was filled with the heavy smell of diesel and motor oil, and the tracks rolled over the uneven road surface, causing violent jolts.
Gu Yu held tightly onto the handrail on the cabin wall, his body swaying with the vehicle's movement.
Lin Xinyue was carefully checking Dai Zhengguo's seat belt and softly calming the emotions of several young female doctors.
"Bang! Clang clang clang!"
Suddenly, a series of sharp and piercing metallic crashes came from the right side of the vehicle, causing everyone inside to involuntarily tense up.
"It's stray bullets! Everyone stay calm and keep seated. The armor on this vehicle is thick enough to ensure safety!"
Ge Zhengxiang's steady voice came through the vehicle's intercom.
