In the woods of the Andes, there was a rustling sound in the jungle. Two Asian soldiers in camouflage uniforms were lying on the ground with black ink on their faces. If one didn't look closely, it was almost impossible to notice that there were two faces hidden in the shadow of the bushes.
The forest was terrifyingly quiet, and the two just lay there motionlessly as if they were waiting for something.
Not far away, there was a crisp sound.
The two human faces under the bushes also disappeared without a sound …
Carefully pushing aside the bushes, the two NATO soldiers carefully avoided the dead branches on the ground, bent down along the shadow of the tropical vegetation, and moved up the mountain … Then they ran into the muzzle of the Moro guerrillas.
The gunshots passed through the dense rainforest, and bullets suddenly emerged from the shadows on the side and hit the two soldiers like raindrops. Before they could even react, the two NATO soldiers fell to the ground in a miserable scream.
Two Moro soldiers crawled out from behind the banana leaves and quickly ran to the two NATO soldiers who were killed.
"Soldier card? Give me one. "
"Take it."
"Hwang Xican? What kind of name is that … "
The Korean written on the front couldn't be understood, but fortunately, there was English phonetic transcription, so Muthari could still understand it.
"Probably Korean. Whatever, I can exchange them for military merits anyway. " His comrade stuffed another string of soldier cards into his bag, then quickly searched the Korean's body. After confirming that there was nothing valuable, he spat and stood up.
"Found the target, two NATO soldiers, killed."
After reporting to the headquarters in a low voice, Muthari glanced at the body lying on the ground and couldn't help but click his tongue.
Not only red blood, but also yellow blood flowed out.
Good heavens, one of the shots had probably hit his balls.
No wonder he screamed so miserably before he breathed his last …
…
In the afternoon, after receiving orders from the rear, the two returned to the base of operations on Highland 421.
When they came to a tent in the corner of the barracks, Muthari and his comrade walked in together and handed the soldier card to the Celestial Trade officer.
After taking a look at the badge, the Xin officer opened his notebook and found Muthari's number and name on it. Then, he added a horizontal stroke after the word "Zheng". At the sight of this, Muthari revealed his pearly white teeth in delight.
Although he didn't recognize the word "Zheng", he understood what it meant.
The horizontal line represented one hundred Xin New dollars, almost equivalent to their monthly salary, which would be directly transferred to their personal accounts at the end of the month. Even if they were killed in battle, their families would get the money.
It was Celestial Trade's reward for guerrilla fighters. At this time, the ones active in the rainforest were either NATO scouts or special forces performing special missions. They were all high-value targets.
When they first heard the news, Finan's monkeys almost cheered and sang. There were even some who couldn't find the soldier tag after killing their target, so they used a dagger to cut off the enemy's head and brought it back to claim credit.
This disgusting and inhumane behavior was quickly banned by Celestial Trade. For corpses that couldn't be found, photos were used instead. It wasn't until this ban was introduced that the bodies of the poor NATO soldiers were saved from being defiled by the monkeys.
But soon, Muthari raised his eyebrows and shouted while looking at the notebook.
"Hey, why does he have one more horizontal stroke than me? This is unfair!"
It was the same soldier tag, but his comrade had one more horizontal stroke than him, which immediately caused Muthari's dissatisfaction.
"Because his soldier tag belongs to the 13th Marine Corps Infantry Brigade," the Xin officer said expressionlessly and pointed to a form on the table. The Xin officer said expressionlessly and pointed to a form on the table. "This is the rule. Here, the lives of the Koreans are worthless."
"This … is that okay?" Looking at the form, Muthari was dumbfounded.
Even a military dog has one stroke …
"Okay, okay, buddy, I'll buy you a drink later." The comrade next to him was also a little embarrassed and pulled him. Before the officer showed an impatient expression, he dragged him outside.
It was not a good idea to argue with the officers of Celestial Trade.
Although these people didn't go to the battlefield, they were all bosses. Even their commanders were polite to these people.
Back in the tent, just as Muthari sat down on his bed, their squad leader walked in and threw a cloth bag on the ground.
The soldier sitting at the door got up and curiously flipped through the cloth bag. He looked at the steel wire ball inside and asked in confusion.
"What the hell is this?"
"There will be a large-scale military operation tonight." The squad leader glanced around the tent and confirmed that everyone was present. He pointed to the steel wire mesh on the ground and then said, "I don't know what it is exactly. In short, the people at the command center asked us to stuff all electronic products into this thing before five o 'clock."
Worried that these soldiers wouldn't take it seriously, the squad leader paused for a moment and emphasized again with a serious expression.
"Remember, it's all electronic products. This is a military order."
…
It had been a week since the Moro volunteers landed in Colombia.
After the setback in the attack on Pamplona, NATO immediately reflected on the mistakes made in strategic deployment and placed intelligence warfare and anti-guerrilla warfare at the core of its strategy. It sent special forces to search for FARC firepower points and tunnels in the forest, especially high-value targets such as mortars and anti-aircraft artillery, and guided support fire coverage or airstrikes.
In terms of firepower, NATO still clearly had the upper hand.
However, the Andes were so vast, and the rebel guerrillas were not ordinary cunning. The two sides had changed from the initial muscle-on-muscle collision to a covert war. Every bush was hidden with fatal danger, and the smell of blood permeated every inch of the South American jungle.
Not only the guerrillas, but poisonous insects, pythons, crocodiles … These were nothing to the people who lived here for a long time, but they were quite troublesome for NATO soldiers. The environment here was worse than the desert, and thumb-sized mosquitoes could drive people crazy.
In a sense, Timochenko's words had indeed come true.
The Andes and the tropical rainforest not only became a nightmare for the UA, but also a nightmare for all NATO soldiers.
However, the newcomers who just arrived here were often more optimistic. For example, the Koreans who responded to the call of the UA to join the war not long ago showed confidence far beyond their height in the face of the mountains in Colombia. They did not take FARC and Moro seriously at all.
"The soldiers of the Republic of Korea are all heroes of anti-guerrilla warfare." The South Korean officer narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "You can rest assured that soon their positions will be clearly understood by us."
For a long time, in order to fight against the so-called "guerrilla power" in the north, the South Korean Army had always placed anti-guerrilla warfare as the focus of military training, and attached great importance to the construction of special operations forces. So much so that the South Korean Army was equipped with a special operations battalion.
In addition, the Koreans also often set up a special operations command, referred to as the Special Operations Division, to carry out special operations tasks such as anti-terrorist operations, protection of important people, and punishment and retaliation.
It was precisely because of this that he was so confident.
However, he overlooked one point.
The soldiers of Moro did not receive any serious training, but each of them crawled out from the pile of corpses bombarded by the UA and Country F Coalition Forces. Now that they were armed by Future Military, although they did not use the most advanced equipment, they were not much different from NATO infantry.
"I hope so." The old man with a hooked nose replied noncommittally.
Obviously, as a Marine Corps Colonel, he was not interested in this newcomer Korean.
War was not a TV series. Even if you were a descendant of the Milky Way, you only had one life on the battlefield. Especially in the tropical rainforest with visibility of less than ten meters, it was a harsh test for soldiers' reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance abilities.
Whoever was discovered first would die without a doubt. No one would hold back, because everyone wanted to live.
Looking at the mountains and the sunset in the distance, the old man frowned, and his eyes narrowed under the officer's hat.
It was going to be dark.
For some reason, he had a hunch.
Tonight would be long.
The old man rolled up his sleeves, looked at the electronic watch on his cuff, and suddenly froze.
The number on the electronic watch was fixed at five o 'clock in the afternoon.
He pressed a few times on the watch, but there was still no response. The old man frowned slightly and muttered to himself.
"Is it broken?"
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