An hour later, only a trace of sunset remained on the horizon. Night was about to fall. In the canyon passage of the vast forest, Hunter led a unit jogging forward excitedly. All the captured people had been redeed. Although a lot of materials and equipnt were given away, what did it matter? These things would soon return. Indigenous people were just indigenous people; they did not understand military tactics and were unaware of the terror of technological civilization.
"Commander, your na will spread across the world after this battle," the regint leader sincerely complinted. Jackson, also a commander, fought for several days, but his army fell like a collapsing mountain and hundreds were captured, resulting in failure. anwhile, Hunter eliminated the enemy with just a few tricks. Thinking about his own contributions to the effort, the regint leader couldn't help but feel excited.
"Just a bunch of indigenous people, not worth being proud of," Hunter said lightly, although his heart was full of joy. Glorious military achievents were easy to obtain, marking another brilliant stroke in his military career.
Soon, a communications officer jogging up saluted and said, "Report, the forward reconnaissance personnel have entered the trench area. No signs of anyone. Requesting instruction."
"No one? That's impossible." The regint leader's expression changed drastically as he looked at Hunter.
Hunter's face also shifted slightly. An hour ago, poison gas bombs were used; the valley was not large, making it difficult for the gas to dissipate. Otherwise, Hunter would not have waited an hour before bringing people here. How could anyone inside disappear under a gas attack? Could they be hiding inside a cave? Hunter's face turned serious as he ordered, "Send them into the valley to inspect."
"Yes," the communications officer responded and went away to pass the order.
"How can there be no one? They must be hiding inside cave corridors," the regint leader said in surprise.
"Hmm, hurry up, let's go check," Hunter snorted coldly.
The two rushed forward with uneasy feelings. Reconnaissance personnel reported that there was no one in the valley; the cave had been blown up. This intel made Hunter feel sothing was amiss as he ran forward with a stern face. The regint leader also realized there was a mistake, glanced at Hunter in wonder but did not ask much, accompanying Hunter as they ran forward.
Before long, Hunter and the regint leader, along with the troops, charged to the trench location, followed the communication trench through the trench line, and arrived at the valley. Many forward units had already gathered in the valley, and reconnaissance teams ticulously searched the surrounding areas but seed to find nothing. Hunter's face darkened, and he frowned as he headed for the cave entrance.
Although the cave entrance was still intact, about ten ters inside had been blown to collapse. Hunter rushed in and looked at the collapsed area, feeling like he had been slapped hard across the face, his mood extrely irritated. The earth and stone in front seed to mock coldly.
"Damn it, bastard. Dig for . Find them alive or dead, and fast," Hunter roared, extrely furious. With a massive force mobilized, ending up with nothing over a chicken project, the responsibility was too great, even for a brigadier general like Hunter to bear.
"Hurry, dig faster," the regint leader quickly ca out to command, his mood becoming heavy, gradually sensing the enemies might have already fled. If it was a dead cave, how could it ensure fresh air inside it? Could there be other ventilation openings? This mountain appeared solid; it didn't look like there were ventilation openings. The only explanation for the enemy was that the cave had other exits.
Considering the enemies might have already run far, the regint leader looked worriedly at Hunter, wanting to speak but hesitating. Hunter's expression also darkened. Originally thinking it was a significant success, it turned out a complete failure. This discrepancy was hard for Hunter to accept, filling him with anger. Blood surged up in his throat, his vision went black, and his body collapsed on the ground.
"Commander?" The regint leader was shocked, quickly went up to support him, and called for dics for ergency treatnt.
Hunter was resuscitated, his expression downcast, his spirit faded a lot, as if aged ten years suddenly. He looked weakly at the regint leader, speaking with a bitter look, "The enemy had preditated this. There must be other exits here. We've been tricked. Dig through the cave and find the enemy's escape direction. Notify headquarters to request satellite assistance. Find them, we must find them." Growing emotional, he felt a sweetness in his throat, vomited another mouthful of blood, and fainted again.
"Quick, carry the commander away," the regint leader was appalled and imdiately ordered.
The dics took out a foldable stretcher and carried Hunter away. Watching Hunter being carried off, the regint leader felt a sense of powerlessness. This defeat was not only Hunter's disgrace but also his own. He sensed the surrounding subordinates were watching him, raising his anger and barking, "Get to digging!"
"Yes," the surrounding soldiers promptly agreed.
The exploded cave was long; the troops dug for two full hours before breaking through. The regint leader imdiately sent a large group of scouts to explore the path. The cave branches were many, taking ti to explore. Over an hour later, a scout ca back to report finding an exit. Upon hearing there indeed was an exit, the regint leader's face darkened further, hurrying with people past.
Half an hour later, the regint leader arrived at the exit, small enough for just one person to pass through. He frantically rushed out, seeing outside a dim and grey scene, surrounded by dense and vast woods, with no enemy traces whatsoever. He couldn't help but bark angrily, "Reconnaissance squad, search thoroughly for . Find them no matter what."
"Yes," the reconnaissance squad responded promptly, scattering quickly to search thoroughly.
More troops erged from the cave, and upon seeing the outside scene, they understood imdiately. Their faces turned ugly. This feeling of being toyed with was not pleasant. However, everyone knew one thing; from the poison gas bomb attack to now, three to four hours had passed; the enemy had long fled. Even if clues were found, so what? How would they chase through the pitch-dark forest?
Thinking about the horror of the primitive forest at night made everyone's scalp numb as they looked at the regint leader. The regint leader kept coldly quiet, and soon soone shouted they found a trail of traces. The regint leader rushed over eagerly, looking at the footprints disappearing into the distance, feeling like a group of mocking faces sneering at him. Embarrassnt and anger mixed in his eyes as he stared firmly into the depths of the forest.
Nearby, the adjutant nervously whispered a reminder, "Regint leader, it's too late, chasing is unlikely favorable, and this forest is full of lethal dangers everywhere."
"They're not scared. Are our warriors? Are our trained warriors inferior to a bunch of indigenous people? Follow them," the regint leader drew his sidearm, his expression fierce as he shouted with killing intent.
"Yes," the adjutant's expression turned grim, casting a complex glance at the regint leader before quickly agreeing.
"Notify the Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group to co up and assist. Have them pave the way, and our people follow behind, hurry," the regint leader managed to keep his head from being clouded by anger, aware of the terrifying nature of the primitive forest at night, deciding to let the trained Pot Lid Head lead.
"Yes," military orders were as firm as a mountain, and seeing the regint leader's resolved decision, the adjutant did not oppose, agreeing as he went to make arrangents.
"No matter where you run, there's only one outco, death," the regint leader thought coldly as he looked into the distant, dim primitive forest, his eyes flashing a cold, deadly gleam.
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