Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 341 Missing Persons
The AGLAN force is a very famous special forces unit in the Colombian military, also known as the Army Special Forces Jungle Group.

The combat group consists of 5 companies, each with 50 people, with a total of about 250 people. Each company has a team of reconnaissance snipers, and the battalion headquarters has an independent reconnaissance unit.

Their officers and soldiers conduct joint training with the U.S. 7th Special Operations Group all year round and receive professional guidance from the U.S. Special Forces. Every AGLAN soldier carries a python on his shoulder when he graduates from the assault school and lets the snake wrap around him to demonstrate his courage.

"It seems that they are going to spend a lot of money to kill you this time."

As Song Heping spoke, he looked up at the sky.

The lush treetops were like a big umbrella, completely blocking the sky. They couldn't see the sky, but they could hear the sound of the helicopter's propellers. They guessed that the guy was hovering nearby, trying to find their trace.

Morins suddenly sighed, looking somewhat sad: "I didn't expect Lachi to betray me..."

Song Heping shifted his gaze from the treetops back to Morins. He could see Morins' sadness.

After all, this encirclement not only resulted in the loss of an entire reinforced company, but more importantly, it was a very unpleasant feeling to be betrayed by a close confidant, especially for someone like Morins who felt he had great charisma.

"Is he your relative?"

Morins shook his head: "No, he is a confidant I have cultivated over the years."

Song Heping laughed and said, "Even your relatives might betray you, let alone your confidants."

Morins pondered silently for a moment, then suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You're right, no one can be trusted. I won't sell you out, it's just that the price isn't high enough."

After a pause, he said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I misunderstood you before."

Song Heping looked around again, waved his hand and said, "Apologies and such are for later. Now let's get out of here alive first. You're familiar with this place, so which way should we go? Oh, and do you have any communication tools or a map?"

Mentioning the communication tool, Molins exclaimed: "Oops!"

Song Heping guessed from his expression that he definitely didn't have that thing, and said, "Don't you even bring a satellite phone or something?"
Morins blushed and said awkwardly, "I left it in the room. I was in such a hurry to escape that I forgot to take it with me... Recently, the Americans assisted the Colombian special forces in raiding many of our camps. They said they were using the mountain communication signals to locate our location. For safety reasons, I haven't used my phone unless necessary, and I don't dare to use it for too long, so I forgot..."

Satellite phones are almost essential communication tools. Organizations like ELN also have radios and the like. Song Heping never expected that Morins could actually forget such an important thing.

This shows that Molins's ELN forces do have major problems with training.

"You are such a talent!"

Song Heping smiled bitterly.

Molins suddenly remembered something and asked Song Heping: "Mr. Song, don't you have a satellite phone?"

Song Heping asked back, "Didn't you ask me not to bring that thing?"

"Oh!" Molins slapped his head: "I remember now, I think I said that..."

Song Heping really wanted to kick him in the butt.

If they had communication tools, they could at least contact other ELN armed forces to come and provide support. But now, the two of them have completely become missing persons.

The camp must have been destroyed.

Then they would all think that they and this guy died in the special forces' mopping-up operation. If the ELN armed forces thought that the two were dead, they might elect a temporary commander to lead the entire organization, and no one would think of going to this mountainous area to look for Morins and themselves.

I wonder what’s happening to Dominic and Collins Wang who are still in Venezuela. I wonder if they also think they are dead.

"Do you have a map?" Song Heping asked.

"Yes!" Morins' eyes lit up when he mentioned the map: "I have this!"

He quickly reached into his pocket and fumbled for a while, finally pulling out a map. He handed it to Song Heping like he was offering a treasure: "I always keep a spare copy of the map in my pocket."

Song Heping took the map and nodded in praise, "That's a good habit... By the way, did you bring your GPS or compass?"

Molins shook his head again: "No..."

Song Heping felt like cursing.

What kind of a stunt is this? You have a map but forget to put a compass inside it? It's understandable if you don't have a GPS, but a compass doesn't take up much space, so why not have one?
He couldn't understand the South American way of doing things.

But now that things have come to this, I have been dragged into this and can only become a grasshopper on the same rope.

There was something to be happy about at this point. The only consolation was that at least he had dealt with Morins. If he could get out of here alive, Song Heping could be sure that the other party would not refuse to become his client in the future and place long-term orders for arms from him.

The most important thing now was getting the two out alive. The Colombian military deployed the AGLAN special forces, known for their expertise in jungle warfare. Judging by the mortar attack on the camp, other army units were also involved, along with helicopters, effectively a full-scale joint operation.

After all, being able to bribe Laci, a close confidant of Morins, is the best opportunity to get rid of Morins, the leader, so they will certainly not let it go.

The only variable is yourself.

If I hadn't happened to be in the camp this time, the military would have succeeded by now and might even be taking pictures of Morins' body.

There were no communication tools, no GPS, not even a compass.

This is a typical wilderness survival and escape operation.

Now, first of all, you need to know where you are.

Song Heping took the map and came to the hillside. From here, he could see the mountain opposite. Song Heping memorized the surrounding terrain firmly in his mind. Then he walked slowly in the woods, his eyes sweeping over the trees and bushes.

Morins followed behind him, not understanding what the Chinese man wanted to do.

He is also considered a veteran in the jungle.

But this escape was so embarrassing that he even lost his sense of direction.

The vast Colombian jungle is so vast and stretching, yet so pristine that it blocks out the sun and clouds. When you are in it, you feel as small and powerless as a grain of sand in the sea.

Song Heping finally stopped.

In front of him was a tree stump. Perhaps it was struck by lightning, or perhaps it was cut off by someone many years ago. It was impossible to tell.

A small puddle has been corroded at the broken part of the tree stump, with some clear water in it.

Morins originally thought that Song Heping wanted to determine the direction by the density of the annual rings in the cross-section of the tree, but there were no annual rings on the broken tree stump, and it was covered with moss and water.

Just as I was wondering, I saw Song Heping picked up a leaf and gently placed it in the puddle.

The leaves floated lightly, swaying in the puddle like a lonely boat.

"Mr. Song, what are you doing?" Morins asked curiously.

Song Heping looked at the sky in the distance. It was still dark and it was raining, so the sun could not be seen.

"I'm looking for directions..."

After saying that, he spread out the map on the ground.

“We have to find our place.”

Molins pointed to a location on the map and said, "Our camp is here. We escaped from the north and ran about a kilometer. We are currently approximately..."

He moved his finger slowly across the map, and after about thirty seconds, he gave up.

"I don't even know where I am..."

Because he was running for his life in the jungle before, he didn't pay attention to the direction at all. He just wanted to get as far away from the camp as possible. He turned here and there and lost his accurate direction in the jungle. He had no idea where he was.

"I think it's probably around here..."

Somewhat unconfidently, he drew a rough circle on the map about a kilometer away from the camp.

Song Heping glanced at Morins and said, "You're a jungle warrior after all. If you plan an escape route with your positioning accuracy, you might end up running headfirst into someone's encirclement."

"If the AGLAN special forces are skilled in jungle warfare, they would definitely send a paratrooper team after discovering we've escaped the camp and entered the jungle, aiming to intercept us in the direction we might escape. If I were their commander, I wouldn't give us even a single chance to break through their encirclement. There's a camp to the south, and there are definitely a large number of army troops deployed there. Going south would probably be too difficult..."

He frowned, thought silently for more than ten seconds, then turned to Morins and asked, "Where is the nearest ELN camp to us?"

Morins pointed to a location on the map. "Northward, on the eastern side of the Andes Mountains, about 70 kilometers away, we have a camp and a company of troops there. In fact, as long as we successfully enter the Andes Mountains, the military usually dares not pursue us. That's our territory, and the mountain people support us."

"70 kilometers..."

Song Heping murmured to himself: "This distance is fatal..."

After saying this, his gaze returned to the leaf.

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(End of this chapter)