Outside the refugee camp beneath the night sky, the trajectory of tracer bullets cut across the distant horizon like the scythe of death.
The vanguard of the Free Army halted about eight hundred meters outside the security line of the medical point.
Several decrepit pickups mounted with machine guns roared in the night, the beams of their searchlights unscrupulously sweeping the perimeter of the medical point.
Ge Zhengxiang lay behind sandbags with his special forces team, their gun barrels locked onto those vehicles.
But they did not fire blindly; instead, they turned on the high-intensity warning lights around the medical point and announced over loudspeakers in both English and the local language: "This is an International Medical Aid point, protected by international law! Any armed approach will be considered a hostile action!"
As they made the announcement, a flag was raised.
Multiple beams of light highlighted the flag from afar, bright and striking red.
