Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 360: Battle with the Green Beret

An hour later, in the northwest of the Tame region jungle, near the valley leading to the Tbilisi Mountains.

"Colonel, are you sure they'll go this way?"

Lucas, a member of the Green Beret team, asked his superior, Colonel James, on the tactical channel.

"To the south is the camp where they were attacked. I don't believe they will go that way. To the east is Venezuela. We have Morins on our list of terrorist leaders, and this could easily lead to an international dispute. So they can only go northwest, which is in the heart of the Tbilisi Mountains, where there are ELN armed camps."

Suddenly there was thunder and lightning in the sky.

There was a snapping sound from the leaves around.

It started raining heavily again.

James said, "It's raining, so we need to be careful. Divide into two groups. Lucas, you take Sonny and Robert to the front as scouts. Byron and Roger, you two will be the rear guard. Franklin and Webber, you follow me in the center. If the vanguard group engages in a firefight, the rear guard group will take charge of the left wing, and I will take charge of the right wing. We will outflank them as quickly as possible, creating a crossfire and trapping the enemy!"

"understand!"

The jungle in the Tame area was no easier than any jungle James had ever experienced.

In fact, the weather was very unfavorable for James's Green Beret Squad. This kind of place and this kind of environment were simply a nightmare for the soldiers.

The ground is covered with a layer of rotten leaves accumulated over the years, and no one knows what kind of soil is underneath the rotten leaves.

Any pothole would be dangerous if you stepped on it while wearing slippery jungle boots filled with water.

Losing your balance in the humid jungle is a terrifying thing and can easily lead to a sprained ankle.

So, everyone seemed cautious.

James raised his hand. It was already half past eleven in the evening.

I had been lurking here for nearly an hour. This is supposed to be the best shortcut to the Tbilisi Mountains. It's the easiest and quickest way to get into the heart of the mountains. It's not that you can't go to other places, but there are so many cliffs and the terrain is extremely complex. In the wild, no one wants to take that kind of complicated terrain. It's not that you might get lost, but you might lose your life.

The primitive jungle is a monster that devours human lives. Even professionally trained jungle combat experts are always in awe of it.

After lying in ambush in the valley for an hour, James finally lost his patience.

Normally, an hour is not a long time.

As a veteran special forces commander, his patience is definitely not that thin.

However, now that the Colombian government army and special forces have lost their assistance, the government seems to have reached a tacit understanding with the armed group, allowing the hostages to return to the mountains in exchange for the return of the hostages and the restoration of calm in the market.

Those cowards!

Colonel James cursed in his heart thousands of times. Although he despised the Colombian government and military, he could do nothing about it.

Sometimes, mud just can't be propped up against the wall, no matter how hard you try.

He decided not to continue lurking and waiting in the valley, but instead chose to take the initiative to attack.

It is like looking for a needle in a haystack for a team of 7 to capture 2 targets in this primitive jungle.

However, James was convinced that his speculation was correct, and that Morins and the arms dealer would definitely take this route.

Because if I were in your shoes, I would do the same.

The team now divided into three tactical groups along the route marked by James, spread out fifty meters apart, and slowly searched and advanced in the jungle.

The cold rain poured down on James and his men, and there was not a dry spot on their bodies. They felt like water was dripping all over their bodies, and their body temperature was gradually dropping. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.

The cries of various wild animals can be heard from the depths of the silent jungle, and the cold and monotonous colors in the night vision goggles make people feel like they are exploring a tomb.

This kind of environment is very depleting of one's willpower.

James had to say a few words in the channel occasionally to boost morale.

"Everyone, cheer up! According to my estimation, we shouldn't be far from them. Lucas, you and the vanguard team, be careful. Keep your eyes open and watch them closely. Don't let them kill you!"

"Understood, Colonel."

"There are only two of them, and there are seven of us. We can handle them easily. Let's take them down quickly. We can go back to the base during the day to take a nice hot shower, and then go to the bar to have a good party at night!"

"Colonel... I only now realize how much I miss beer, hot water, and big hunks of beef."

Roger, who had walked to the back of the team, couldn't help but say, "I've been staying here eating individual rations for the past few days. I'm almost vomiting!"

"Hold on! We'll be there soon! Completing this mission will be a great addition to your resume, Roger. Your file is still missing some military merit."

It is very important to cheer up your subordinates at this time. No one would be in a good mood if they stayed in the humid jungle for a few days.

At the front of the team is Sonny, holding an M249 paratrooper light machine gun. There is an advantage of having a machine gunner in the front. In the event of an encounter, he can use intensive firepower to suppress the enemy in the first place, buying time for his teammates to attack.

"Roger, do you know why you were asked to cover your retreat?"

Sonny asked a question to Roger who was left behind on the channel.

Roger asked, "Why?"

"Because you're the rookie with the shortest experience on the team..."

Suppressed laughter was heard in the channel, and it was obvious that many team members were trying not to laugh out loud.

While joking during a search might lighten the mood, it was certainly illogical. However, in the eyes of the Green Berets, Molins and the others weren't much of a threat.

Even though they once wiped out an AGLAN team, it was because those Colombians were weak, not because Morins and the other two were strong.

He is just the leader of an armed group and an arms dealer. What can he do?
"Everyone, focus! Stop bragging!"

After all, James is mature and prudent. He wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but he didn't want everyone to underestimate the enemy and let their guard down.

"Got it, Colonel!"

Sonny responded with a grin.

Suddenly, Lucas, who was walking behind him, warned, "Sonny, stop!"

Sonny stopped immediately.

"There seems to be something in front of you!"

Lucas immediately entered combat mode, and the muzzle of his gun slowly moved around.

The other two groups immediately went into hiding.

Everyone immediately assumed a fighting stance.

Sonny squatted down, holding the machine gun and looking forward.

Sure enough, more than three meters away from him, there seemed to be a white object lying across the bushes.

If you keep going forward, you'll bump into that thing.

After all, the US military's night vision goggles have extremely high clarity, and Sonny quickly discovered that it was a tripwire.

"Okay... He's setting a trap for us..."

Sonny looked around but found no sign of the enemy.

"Colonel, you are right, they are nearby."

"What type of trap is it?" James asked in the channel.

Sonny said, "It looks like a hair trap. Child's play. How dare you use such a little trick on us? How disrespectful."

"Groups 2 and 3, stand guard. Group 1, bypass the trap and continue on."

James decided not to let Sonny dismantle that thing. The key now is to search whether the area is safe and where the enemy is.
He couldn't see the other person.

Fortunately, there are many plants in the jungle, so there is no need to worry about being sniped from a long distance.

If the enemy were to shoot here and hit me and my subordinates, the maximum distance would be thirty or forty meters.

Within this distance, you can see the other party with the help of night vision goggles.

But nothing was found...

James immediately took out a small individual reconnaissance device.

This thing has a ton of night vision modes.

He adjusted the reconnaissance device to heat source mode and began to observe the surroundings.

Group 1 has already begun to act according to his instructions.

Sonny and Lucas were standing parallel to each other with a distance of 10 meters between them, forming the two wings, while the second and third groups of players behind them had already hidden behind the trees, with their guns set up, ready to shoot at any time.

Even at this time, Roger still had his back to everyone, responsible for observing the rear, and left his back to his teammates with great confidence.

Bang bang bang——

The world fell silent.

There is only the sound of rain.

Lucas and Sonny crouched down, trying to lower their posture as much as possible, searching with their guns...

The two of them were a little slow.

But slowness has its advantages.

After all, if the other party can set one trap, they can set a second one.

If there is one, there must be two, and if there are two, there must be three.

The battlefield is always like this...

Suddenly, Sonny, who was walking on the left, let out a scream.

"what--"

As the piercing scream broke the silence of the night, everyone's eyes instantly turned in the direction of Sonny.