Barely a day had passed since Naoum's departure and Khalid's execution when the sound of explosions shook the walls of the tunnel once more.
The ground shook, dust fell from the ceiling, and the air was choked with smoke.
The resistance fighter who brought the news ran in, his face pale, shouting:
"The occupation has refused to complete the deal! They want to apply pressure... The raids will not stop!"
Stunned silence fell.
Uri's body trembled. He clutched his wounded shoulder and muttered weakly:
"They don't care about us... They never did."
Yusuf bowed his head, then said bitterly:
"That's always been their policy: starvation... bombing... until they think we'll kneel. But we won't kneel."
Daniel sat there in shock.
Everything he had heard before about the "moral army
