Franklin stepped forward to cut the vines, lowering Sonny from the tree.
Sonny, grinding his teeth in anger, cursed under his breath as he was lowered down.
Franklin held down Sonny, who was howling in pain, and pulled three wooden spikes from his body, handing them to Jas.
Jas took a look and saw they were identical to the spikes he'd seen earlier embedded in the tree trunk. Clearly, the enemy had constructed a simple launcher that was loaded with a bunch of these things, which were fired out like a shower of petals the mont Sonny was suspended.
The unfortunate Sonny was lucky to be wearing a bulletproof vest, leaving only his limbs pierced, which was not fatal. The two shots fired by the enemy didn't hit Sonny, rely grazing off a piece of skin from his arm.
anwhile, Lucas had stepped into a spike trap. Fortunately, he was very lucky; only one spike pierced through the calf of his leg without hitting any major blood vessels, although the pain was unbearable.
Seeing his two subordinates injured, Jas suddenly felt that he had made a grave mistake.
He really shouldn't have underestimated the enemy, daring to venture into the jungle and attempting to finish them off just because they were only two people.
The jungle was too vast.
Without the cooperation of the governnt army, their group, including himself as the commander, was only eight people. It was sowhat difficult to take on the task of hunting, let alone chasing after an expert in jungle warfare.
Treating those two as if they were ordinary ard group leaders and a regular arms dealer was a huge mistake.
Moreover, the current weather was also in the enemy's favor.
Searching in the torrential rain was prone to problems, and it wasn't sensible to find a place to hunker down and wait for daylight to act. Morins and the arms dealer would definitely take advantage of the night to escape. By dayti, where in the vast jungle could they find the enemy?
This encounter was their only chance.
However, the odds of winning now seed slim.
Jas discarded the wooden spikes and looked at Sonny, who had been wounded in the right leg. "They're clever, knowing they can't win a head-on fight with us, so they create these troubles to wear down our combat strength in a war of attrition," he said.
Lucas asked, "Colonel, what do we do? They avoid face-to-face combat on purpose, setting traps to wear us down, which will put us at a disadvantage."
Actually, his implication carried a deeper aning; he was beginning to waver as well.
But Jas couldn't accept this outco.
He had risked tearing relations with the Colombian Military to act on his own, effectively putting himself on the hot seat.
If he didn't kill Morins, not only would he achieve nothing, but he could also possibly be reported to the United States Ministry of Defense by the Colombian Military, inevitably facing a military court.
"They're nearby. This is also our last chance. Everyone just needs to be careful. Later, spread out the formation a bit, paying attention to protect the flanks, not giving him a chance to sneak an attack. We should be able to find them before dawn. As soon as we see them, hit them hard, show no rcy. We don't need prisoners," he said.
Despite being a top old Special Soldier, Jas still couldn't help feeling anxious; he wanted to find the traces of the enemy as soon as possible and engage in a showdown, ending the battle as quickly as possible.
"Lucas, Sonny, you two are injured; you'll cover the rear. Robert, Weber, Byron, you take the front. Franklin, Roger, follow . Spread out and cover the flanks of the Vanguard Team! Vanguard Team, watch the ground and vegetation, see if you can find bloodstains. I shot at him a few tis earlier, not sure if I hit him," he ordered.
Expanding the Vanguard Team to three people was intended to increase the firepower upon an encounter and take down the enemy.
After making the arrangents, Jas waved his hand and made a tactical hand signal.
Everyone dispersed, no longer marching in a single-file line as before, but scattered within a fixed range in a reversed triangle formation, slowly moving forward.
Boom—
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a thunderous bolt that struck the ground, splitting a large tree in the distance.
Behind the large tree, Song Heping couldn't help but look up at the canopy, thinking that he hoped the lightning wouldn't strike here.
Crouched next to him, Morins was using a pair of scissors from the first-aid kit to gently cut open the camouflaged uniform at Song He's shoulder.
A cut about three centiters long was spurting blood, and the rain quickly wet the wound, causing the blood to trickle down his arm.
Morins took out a first-aid hemostatic package, tore open a bag of Hemostatic Powder, poured it over the wound, and quickly sealed it with a makeshift bandage and adhesive tape before the rain could wash it away.
Song Heping joked, "I never knew, Morins, that you were so skilled in first aid. Have you been a dic before?"
Morins replied, "Yeah, I really have been. I started from the bottom and learned everything..."
But as he spoke, he suddenly felt as if he might have been boasting sowhat.
Usually, Morins liked to show off in front of his subordinates and outsiders.
However, showing off in front of Song Heping seed sowhat like a novice trying to teach a master.
If it weren't for Song Heping, he might now be lying in a morgue freezer of a governnt hospital.
"I've learned a little of everything but mastered none, not comparable to you. By the way, were you in the Special Forces?"
Song Heping was unwilling to answer that question.
The work he was doing now had nothing whatsoever to do with his original intention when he joined the Special Forces, so he didn't like to ntion the past.
"Hurry up, we need to keep moving. These guys are not from the Colombian Governnt Army. Didn't you notice? They are from the US Army."
"Damn, I didn't provoke their US Army," Morins blurted out, but quickly realized that he had said sothing wrong. He might not have directly provoked the US Army, but he was indeed soone the US Army wanted dead; from that perspective, they were enemies.
So it made sense for the US Army to be after him.
"I'm guessing it's the Green Berets," he said. "Two years ago, the Colombian Special Forces began receiving training from the US Army's Special Forces. The military advisors who co here are all Green Berets."
Song Heping looked at his wound which had been sealed, feeling inwardly startled.
That was close!
Jas's marksmanship was very accurate!
He had used a thermal and waterproof blanket taken from the body of an AGLAN team mber to make a makeshift cloak to evade infrared detection, but there was still a slight oversight, and a bit of infrared radiation leaked out and was detected by the enemy.
Moreover, luckily he had been hiding behind a tree, exposing only a little bit of his body, yet a bullet still grazed his arm.
If he had been slower by a fraction of a second, his arm's bones would probably have been shattered.
"Let's go! We can't stay here long. Lead them to Point B."
After treating the wound and being convinced that Jas's squad had not caught up, Song Heping and Morins started to sprint again.
He now had to set a myriad of ssy traps including nooses, spikes, and battering rams along the paths Jas's squad would take, all before they arrived.
Predicting their path was very easy.
Since they were tracking him, they would naturally co right to him.
The B point he was setting up this ti was actually near the tree hollow where he had hidden by the river for the first ti; he had dug many traps there, which hadn't been used by the ti he left.
Those ready-made traps could be utilized in the shortest ti possible to give the enemy a hard ti. After all, going toe-to-toe with the US Army's Green Berets was clearly not a good option; it was far wiser to outsmart them.
It wasn't that Song Heping necessarily wanted the lives of these Green Berets, but they had beco too aggressive for his liking.
Clearly, the Green Berets thought that he and Morins were just two easy targets, two walking dals, which is why they dared to venture into the jungle in the rain to chase the two n.
Now it was ti to let them know that these walking dals were not easy to get.
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