Morins swiftly turned around, and his eyes widened bit by bit as he saw the body less than five ters away from him.
What surprised him was not that soone had silently approached him from behind, but that the person lying on the ground turned out to be Rash...
Morins seed to understand sothing.
He turned his head and saw Song Heping hiding behind a distant tree, making a tactical hand signal to him—cover !
Morins reloaded his M4A1, and Song Heping continued to sprint through the jungle.
The sound of gunfire erupted again.
All the bullets were aid at Song Heping.
At this mont, his route was chosen between large trees, maximizing the use of the terrain and environnt, with bullets all hitting the tree trunks.
The two other Colombian Governnt Army soldiers hidden next to the bushes seed to realize Song Heping's intention.
"This kid is trying to draw our fire!"
By the ti they realized it, it seed a little late.
On this side, taking advantage of the opportunity while the enemy attacked Song Heping, Morins resud his fire suppression.
Although he only had an automatic rifle in his hands, his steady burst firing kept the two governnt soldiers from daring to raise their heads.
One of the soldiers squatting behind the bushes gestured to his companion, and the two quickly began to move.
The jungle is the best cover with its dense vegetation.
Staying in one spot was not a wise choice.
After crawling on the ground for a distance, they got up and began running, crouching low.
They planned to detour to the back of the entrance and lie in ambush there again, waiting for Morins and his team to approach.
Ti was on their side; as long as they defended this passage leading to the mountainous area and waited for their comrades to arrive, Morins and his team wouldn't be able to fly even with wings.
"Calling the Captain, at the northern passage into the mountains, Morins and an accomplice have been spotted. Our unit has three KIA, requesting imdiate reinforcent."
After sending out the request for help, they soon received a reply.
"The enemy at the camp is stubborn; we need a bit of ti. The flight squad has been inford and they will head to the north to support you."
With this ssage, the two felt like they had swallowed a reassurance pill.
The helicopters were already hovering in the airspace above, ready to arrive within minutes for air support upon command.
Morins didn't seem to have any anti-aircraft weapons, so it was basically going to be a one-sided crush.
"Received. We will hold the entrance and trap them."
"The air crew will arrive soon."
After finishing the communication with their superiors, the two Colombian Governnt Army soldiers exchanged glances and split up, heading left and right, trying to form a two-man defensive formation.
The five-man team had three dead.
This exerted a certain psychological pressure on the two survivors.
True, Morins only had two people, and the numbers were equal, but Morins's companion, who was like a ghostly specter, seed chilling.
The grenade throw just now was simply divine.
To be able to accurately throw a hand grenade nearly fifty ters in the jungle, behind the bushes, forcing out a three-man squad, killing two and blowing up another—this feat was astonishing.
The two had no confidence in stopping Song Heping, only hoping to hold out for a few minutes until the helicopter arrived, and only then might they have a slim chance of survival.
However, they soon realized sothing was amiss.
After moving to position, they heard no noise at all.
The explosions and gunshots in the distance continued, but they had lost sight of Morins and Song Heping.
In jungle warfare, losing track of the enemy is an incredibly frightening thing.
In two-man tactical coordination, one person needs to suppress and observe while the other moves, taking turns.
Just now, however, both were disturbed by Song Heping's swift approach, and coupled with the fear of their recently fallen comrades, they both wanted to leave their hiding place as soon as possible, a small mistake that led to serious consequences.
"Porter, go check the left side."
A governnt soldier signaled his comrade.
"I'll keep watch here!"
The soldier nad Porter seed hesitant.
To go and check to the left was likely to get him spotted, his head blown off the mont he popped up.
"Quick! See where they are!"
His companion began to urge him.
Reluctantly, Porter slowly shifted his position, crawling behind a huge, fallen dead tree, gritted his teeth, and bravely began to stick his head out from behind the trunk.
He saw no trace of anyone in his line of sight.
It was raining, and with the limited light inside the jungle, plus a thin white fog hanging in the forest, it was hard to see people clearly.
He quickly withdrew his head, turned to his companion, and wanted to tell him that he hadn't spotted anything.
Just as he was turning around, Song Heping suddenly appeared less than ten ters behind his comrade.
"Watch out!"
He shouted as he raised his gun.
His companion looked at him in astonishnt, understanding sothing in those re fractions of a second.
But Song Heping was quicker than both of them, his gun already aid at Porter.
Crack crack—
The muzzle of the M4A1 automatic rifle spit out a burst of fla, and two holes appeared in Porter's forehead, causing him to fall backward to the ground.
The other governnt soldier quickly lunged forward, turning as he fell—
This was a common quick-fire mode in Special Forces training, turn and shoot.
But still, it was too slow.
As his body turned around, Song Heping had switched his aim from Porter to this unlucky man.
Crack crack—
The soldier felt as though sothing had struck his body, his hand no longer obeying him, unable to lift upwards./p>
Two bullets entered his right arm as he turned—this really was a stroke of bad luck, as there's no ballistic plate protection on the side of the body.
The 5.56 caliber NATO round wasn't known for its stopping power, but its penetrating ability was unquestionable.
The warhead pierced his arm and then burrowed into his chest, puncturing his lungs.
He lay on the ground, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.
Breathing soon beca rapid, and he felt liquid seeping into his lungs, giving him a quick sense of drowning.
Song Heping, gun at the ready, quickly approached and, seeing that he wasn't quite dead, shot him twice more.
These two shots didn't leave him any chance to live, directly blowing off the head that wore a bunny hat, his body going limp, life extinguished in an instant.
Song Heping moved forward, carefully kicked away the guns, checked the two bodies, then tore off their armbands, and gestured towards the distance, giving a follow sign, "Quick, run with !"
At this mont, Morins was as obedient as a child, re minutes before he held a gun at Song Heping wanting to take his life, but now he was compliant and docile.
Following him ant survival!
This was the only thought in Morins' mind.
No sooner had the two of them run into the bushes than a military helicopter flew overhead, a machine gunner gripping the handle of a heavy machine gun, scrutinizing the ground below.
He only saw a few bodies on the ground, lifelessly lying in different positions, startling him to scream out, "Look! Our n are dead!"
Elsewhere, Song Heping led Morins into the extended jungle, running roughly a kiloter before stopping under a large tree.
They hid under the tree roots, panting and looking around.
A mont later, Song Heping took out an armband from his pocket and examined it.
The armband was green with a snake wrapped around an upright dagger, and at the tip of the dagger was an English abbreviation—AGLAN.
Morins, squatting by his side, gasped, "It's Special Operations Forces for jungle warfare!"
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