"Dang!"
A pebble the size of a thumb hit his iron helmet with a crisp hum, and Gibson immediately felt his head buzzing.
He adjusted his helmet, angrily looking in that direction, only to see a few children around eleven or twelve sprawled on the roof, baring their teeth at him.
"Who are you...?" Standing next to the sentry post at the bridgehead, Gibson was just about to scold them when one of the children swung his arm and threw something at him.
He couldn't have imagined that, even though he was watching them, they still dared to throw stones at him.
Before he could recover from his surprise, a stone the size of an egg rapidly came into view.
A sharp pain shot through his nose, and Gibson jerked backward, dropping the hook spear in his hand, clutching his nose, and tears came out from the stinging pain in his nasal cavity.
"Captain Gibson? Are you okay?"
"Whose kid is this?!"
