This tribe has about over 900 people.
Now, not a single one of them is making a sound.
"There are people here."
Someone shouted from a steep angle.
"Tut-tut-tut..."
The gunshots suddenly rang out.
Nearby soldiers hurried over, while those farther away watched their surroundings vigilantly.
Behind the side of a collapsed house, there was a basement-like depression covered by a large lid, far enough away, not affected by the Incendiary Bombs.
"Inside are a dozen or so children, old enough but not adults, and two women holding AKs."
A soldier almost died just now, and with lingering fear, he shouted, it was so close, he almost achieved glory.
"Flamethrower!"
The company commander shouted, and the two flamethrower soldiers jogged over, he gestured to the deputy company commander who instantly understood.
"Surrender! Surrender! We surrender!"
A gap opened in the basement, and a voice with a thick dialect in Spanish shouted, trembling.
"Come out." The commander called.
