"Colonel!"
Rash burst in from the door outside, his shout briefly distracting Morins.
In that negligible mont, Morins's wrist suddenly suffered an impact, and he imdiately realized the gun in his hand had fallen into Song Heping's hands.
Rash tried to draw his gun, but it was already too late.
"Don't move."
Song Heping issued the warning in a stern tone.
Rash had to lower his hand that had reached for the gun handle, gritting his teeth angrily, "Even if you kill the Colonel, you won't escape."
The skill to quickly disarm at close range is not sothing everyone can master. It requires not only courage but nurous practices.
Song Heping had taken a strong interest when he first learned it, so he spent a lot of ti training. Unbelievably, this skill had saved his life several tis after he left the forces.
Morins's face had turned pale, his eyes showing bits of despair.
He had led this organization for six years, evading multiple assassination attempts, but had never expected to fall here.
Just as he closed his eyes, waiting for death, he suddenly heard Song Heping say, "Anyone who doesn't want to die had better retreat. The people coming after you today are no ordinary foes."
Morins opened his eyes, discovering Song Heping had reversed the gun's muzzle and was handing it back to him.
After a mont of hesitation, Morins tentatively reached out his hand.
Song Heping said, "What are you waiting for? If I wanted to kill you, I would have shot you already. Killing you brings no benefit. Think about it yourself."
Morins finally took the gun, quickly pondering Song Heping's words in his mind.
Once he had his pistol back, he no longer aid it at Song Heping.
"Let's go, ti to pull out."
So matters didn't need to be questioned further.
Morins was not a man of indecision. To lead a guerrilla force successfully for years, he certainly possessed significant abilities.
Rash was sowhat at a loss, standing still, unsure whether or not to pull his gun on Song Heping. He had underestimated this Chinese man earlier when he first t him, not expecting him to be terrifyingly dangerous.
"There's a path on the north side of the camp, leading to the mountains. We'll take that route," Morins, an experienced figure, still kept his composure despite the enemy knocking on his door.
With that said, he quickly walked to a wooden cabinet, pulled open the door, revealing neatly arranged M4A1 assault rifles, ammunition, and hand grenades for individual soldiers.
"Hurry and take them!"
It looked like he had let go of any wariness towards Song Heping.
Sotis, making judgnts about things could be instantaneous.
What is, is; what isn't, isn't.
Don't employ doubtful people; don't doubt those you employ.
This breadth of mind impressed Song Heping; indeed, Morins was a man capable of great things.
It seed partnering with him would be extrely pleasant.
Song Heping quickly equipped himself with ALICE gear, stuffed magazines and hand grenades, then hastened with Morins towards the door.
The three of them simultaneously stopped at the doorway, as gunshots erupted within the camp and mortars kept falling, exploding everywhere, lighting up the camp with bursts of fire; from the force, it looked like mortars 80mm or larger.
Screams of agony were incessant, and it was clear they were from their own n.
"You just ntioned today's attackers are not ordinary people?" Morins asked Song Heping, "How did you know?"
Song Heping pointed to his ears, "Listen to their gunfire. The rifles and machine guns aren't firing wildly but in controlled bursts."
Only extrely calm soldiers could manage such controlled shooting in such a sudden attack—a feat not many regular troops could achieve.
"Special Forces?" Morins asked.
Song Heping nodded, "Seems your head is quite valuable."
Morins picked up the walkie-talkie, already in chaos.
He called the captain in charge of the camp's security, only to find no response.
Even his own soldiers weren't reporting to him now; evidently, the captain responsible for the camp's security had been killed, and the rest of the soldiers had fallen into disarray, unable to organize effective command.
Morins seed still willing to try to organize a defense.
But Song Heping stopped him, "It's useless. We won't have a chance if we don't leave now."
It was clear from his words that the three of them could only escape on their own.
Morins's n were beyond saving.
Song Heping knew well that on the battlefield, if a company commander was killed, the political officer would take over; if the political officer was killed, the deputy company commander would take over, then the deputy political officer, followed by platoon leaders, squad leaders, and experienced soldiers, in descending order.
Not just the PLA operates this way—any country's army should function the sa.
However, few armies could execute this, taking over command step by step indicates a formidable fighting force.
If they could not manage it, like the situation now, where Morins had been calling for several minutes with no one reporting the combat situation, it ant the team had been thoroughly scattered.
Those capable of staying by Morins's side to guard him were definitely elite soldiers within the ELN. For them to be unable to withstand the attack, besides training issues, the only explanation was that their opponents were too fierce. This was the basis for Song Heping's judgnt that those who attacked the camp were not ordinary military personnel.
Upon hearing Song Heping's words, Morins was stunned for a second and then nodded.
"Let's retreat through the back door."
This statent ant that he agreed with Song Heping's opinion. Leaving the soldiers in the camp to resist was actually conducive to their escape.
The battlefield is always this cruel.
The group swiftly left from the back door, sticking to the trees in the jungle and using them as cover to move north.
About 300 ters north of the camp was the road up the mountain.
Taking to the mountains has always been the best way for ard groups to evade attacks from regular military forces.
Even the most competent regular army, when roped into jungle warfare, would see a sharp decrease in combat effectiveness.
At that mont, the sound of helicopter rotors ca overhead, forcing them to be even more cautious.
The helicopter was definitely equipped with high-caliber ground attack machine guns. If they were spotted, they would surely be caught in a hail of bullets.
"Look, once we get there, we can head into the mountains!"
After a mad dash, Morins, leaning against a large tree, pointed to a bush about 50 ters ahead in an open area.
One could vaguely see that strong bushes apparently had an entrance, indicating that people used to frequently co and go here; otherwise, it would be difficult to even penetrate such dense shrubbery.
Morins took the lead, about to rush from behind the tree into the mountains when Song Heping shouted, "Wait!"
That "Wait" once again saved Morins's life.
Hearing Song Heping's shout, Morins instinctively paused and pulled back behind the tree trunk.
Whoosh-whoosh—
Two bullets struck the tree where Morins was hiding.
Morins broke out in a cold sweat.
The bullet holes were less than 30 centiters away from him.
If he had pulled his head back a bit slower just now, he would certainly have been dead.
"There are enemies!" he exclaid in shock.
Morins was indeed very startled.
The evacuation route was very concealed, and the position from which the bullets ca was clearly near the entrance to the mountains.
This ant that soone was already in ambush there; even the escape route was blocked.
Before Morins's words fell silent, a hand grenade flew from behind the tree where Song Heping was hiding.
The hand grenade was thrown with great accuracy, passing through the tree canopy, flying into the air, and then, as if it had eyes, landed behind a bush more than forty ters away.
Three shadows sprang from behind the bush. Song Heping, who had anticipated this mont, raised his hand and began firing in bursts.
Pop-pop-pop—
Pop-pop-pop—
Two shadows fell to the ground.
The last man had barely run a few steps when the grenade exploded.
Boom—
The shadow scread in agony and also fell in the grass.
Song Heping didn't wait for the smoke from the explosion to clear before he rushed out like an arrow.
He dove in the direction of the right side of the bush diagonally, and his path forward was very clever. Gunfire resud from behind the bush near the entrance, bullets whizzing by, but all hitting the tree trunks Song Heping had just passed.
"Fire!"
While running, Song Heping yelled loudly.
Only then did Morins open fire with his rifle.
His aim was to suppress, shooting broadly at the bushes where the governnt army soldiers who were firing at Song Heping were located, quickly running through a magazine of bullets.
Just as he was changing his magazine, he suddenly froze.
A strange feeling unexpectedly surged in his heart.
Morins felt a murderous aura stealthily closing in from behind him.
Pop-pop—
Gunshots sounded, followed by a muffled thud from behind the large tree.
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