Chapter 438:

In the rear line, another meeting was convened, with the goal of maximizing the number of shots fired, without worrying about sustaining Light Armor.

This time, it was Memphis's turn to voice his opinion, which was essentially aligned with Irma’s, though with a few minor adjustments.

The BMP-1 armored vehicle once again lumbered into its familiar position 1.5 kilometers away. Inside were only the driver, Lazarus acting as the gunner, and Memphis. A highly mobile jeep followed closely behind to provide support.

Once the target was locked in, Lazarus cautiously spoke to Memphis:

“Chief, all you have to do is pull the trigger. There's nothing else to it.”

Memphis, feeling a little awkward, withdrew his hand that had been fidgeting with the controls and nodded.

“I know, go ahead.”

Lazarus and the driver quickly disembarked from the armored vehicle and moved to the high-mobility jeep, retreating to a safer distance in the rear.

Once they were safely away, and Memphis was alone, he reached