Thunk—
The dagger was fiercely nailed into the trunk, along with a green snake with black spots.
Song Heping couldn't na this type of snake, but one look at its size and color was enough to confirm it as a venomous one without question.
"Just dozed off and here's a pillow delivered to ... Not bad..."
Without any hesitation, Song Heping sliced to the side with the dagger, cutting off the snake's head.
The body of the snake continued to twist and turn; Song Heping then used the dagger to pin the upper part of the snake's body to the trunk before firmly pulling the skin downwards.
Shrrr—
Half of the entire snake skin was ripped off, exposing the flesh inside.
He swiftly removed the innards, then completely tore off the snake skin.
By then, the nearly one-ter long snake was just a bare piece of at.
Eating snakes in the wild is actually neither safe nor sanitary.
But when one is reduced to eating raw snakes, who the hell cares about safety or cleanliness?
Eating raw snakes was sothing Song Heping was experienced with, and he didn't have any psychological burdens; he grabbed it and gnawed away, much like eating spicy strips, quickly devouring more than half of the flesh on the snake's body, and without any attachnt, he threw away the remains.
With sothing filling his stomach, Song Heping imdiately felt much better in spirit.
Tangled with a Green Berets squad in the nightti jungle, Song Heping had employed all of the jungle combat skills he had ever learned.
His goal was to constantly harass the enemy, sotis not even seeing where the enemy was, but as long as soone triggered a trap, screams would surely follow.
Firing a burst in the direction of the screams always made Jas's squad stop to establish a defensive periter as if facing a formidable enemy.
Every ti he saw Jas's squad panicked like that, Song Heping wanted to laugh.
It was a pretty thuggish way to fight.
He had learned it from an instructor nad Lei.
The instructor had claid he could take down a whole district's selection and training recruits by himself, which no one believed at the ti.
Eventually, the regint commander air-dropped everyone directly into the mountains for a live force-on-force maneuver, and indeed, Instructor Lei managed to take down the entire district's people in a week, using this very tactic.
You may outmatch , but I'm stickier, more rotten, and more patient than you.
But now, Song Heping also had sothing to worry about, which was the coming of daylight.
Once day broke, his tactics wouldn't be very effective anymore.
He would have to find a place to hide until nightti to strike again.
It was already three in the morning, and the rain was subsiding. He estimated that around 6:30 a.m., it would begin to lighten up.
But there were still so advantages. The Colombian Governnt Army had retreated, indicating that the negotiations had ended.
The Green Berets of the US Army operating here were clearly on their own.
The ELN militants in the Tbilisi Mountain Range would surely head this way to look for Morins.
Once they entered the Ta Region, the few Green Berets, no matter how tough they were, would be on a dead-end path.
So, in Song Heping's predicant, it wasn't just him who was anxious— the Green Berets must have been in a hurry, too.
Looking around, he hoped to see ELN militants appear and exchange fire with the Green Berets.
Unfortunately, that was an unrealistic fantasy.
The negotiations had just concluded last night, and the weather was adverse; if the ELN was to really move into the Ta Region, it would probably happen today during daylight.
Crack—
Suddenly, a noise ca from the direction where he had set up traps.
Soone was approaching!
Song Heping cautiously peeked out half of his head from behind the tree, observing the areas where he had placed spike traps.
Through the night vision goggles, he saw a figure that seed to be moving.
But the distance was too far, and it was a bit unclear; it disappeared with a flash.
Song Heping watched intently as the figure appeared again.
It looked as if soone was squatting there, dismantling the traps.
But the distance was too far and it might have been obscured by plants, so he couldn't see clearly.
He decided to move closer to have a look.
So, he cautiously slipped out from behind the tree, crouching and moving stealthily towards where the vague figure had appeared.
That's the downside in the jungle.
Shooting distance can't be too far, or it's easy to have your line of sight obstructed.
You might not kill your target if you shoot from where you are.
Since the target had co to him this ti, Song Heping decided not to let go of the opportunity and planned to get close enough to deliver a couple of bullets.
He planned to approach within fifty ters before firing, which would greatly increase the odds of a kill.
At this distance, even if the shot didn't connect, he could rapidly retreat with basically no issues.
But just as he stepped out from behind the large tree, Song Heping was suddenly overwheld by an ominous premonition.
Sothing's not right...
He subconsciously stopped in his tracks.
Every ti the Green Berets' squad had stopped before, their mbers would spread out to establish a guard periter. If one saw a mber, at least a second would be found nearby.
Yet just now, he hadn't seen any other figures near that strange shadow. It couldn't possibly be an issue with the night vision equipnt, nor could it be that the others were all coincidentally blocked from view by plants.
There really was no one else.
There was only one person disarming traps at the previous position.
Moreover, given their past experiences being ambushed by him while disarming traps, he himself would definitely not be disarming traps anymore. If they were spotted, they could just be bypassed. What's the point in that? Wasn't that just wasting ti? Unless stepping on one by accident, there was no need to squat there fiddling and wasting ti.
At this thought, Song Heping's hairs stood on end.
He was certain this ti was a bit different.
There's sothing fishy!
Song Heping wiped the rainwater beside his eyebrows and looked again more carefully.
The figure had disappeared and didn't reappear.
There was a trick!
As soon as this thought flashed, Song Heping imdiately gave up on the idea of a sneak attack and turned to sprint along the pre-planned escape route.
Just as he turned—
Pop pop—
Gunshots resounded from the right rear.
Song Heping felt himself caught by a powerful force, losing balance and being flipped onto the ground.
His waist was burning with pain, and he almost couldn't help but cry out.
He was flipped!
The Green Berets weren't stupid!
They had set a trap for him in turn!
Truly freaking fierce!
They even sent a person as bait, not afraid that he would just shoot directly instead of planning to ambush.
It was evident that their commander had estimated his position, roughly calculating where he might hide but was not certain, so decided to take a risky move, gambling big to lure him into showing himself.
It seed they were tired of playing cat and mouse with him, preferring to risk everything to set him up, planning to take him out in one fell swoop.
Run!
Song Heping didn't have ti to check where on his body was injured; as long as his legs could still move, he had to run!
Otherwise, it was death.
Just as he got up to run away, another gunshot rang out.
Pop—
The bunny hat atop Song Heping's head, which he had taken from soone else, was directly blown off.
That was close!
The bullet had co from around four o'clock to his side and rear. Song Heping imdiately changed his running direction, darting behind a large tree. He quickly lay flat on the ground and slithered like a snake into a bush, crawling frantically within it, using his fastest speed to get through this bush and reposition himself.
Almost at the mont he started crawling, gunshots erupted from behind. Bullets rained down like a shower, and the tree leaves and vines overhead broke off, falling upon Song Heping's head and body.
At the sa ti, he heard shouts and the chaotic sound of footsteps approaching from different directions.
Jas's squad had begun closing the net.
Crawling through the storm of bullets for so distance and confident he wouldn't be hit, Song Heping stood up and crouched, continuing his escape towards the distance.
Gradually, he felt himself getting further away from those footsteps, and no more warheads were whizzing over his head.
He must have shaken off those damned Green Berets.
"Thrilling..."
He let out a long breath, about to take a rest.
Click—
A very subtle but crisp sound reached his ears.
"Fuck!"
Without thinking, Song Heping instantly darted behind a tree.
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