Chapter 1,324 On the Eve of the Counterattack

In the woods of the Andes Mountains, rustling sounds came from the jungle. Two Asian soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms lay on the ground, their faces painted with black ink. If you don't look closely, you can hardly find two faces hidden in the shadow of the bushes.

It was eerily quiet in the woods, and the two of them just lay motionless, as if waiting for something.

Not far away, there was a crisp sound.

The two faces under the bushes also disappeared quietly...

Carefully pushing aside the bushes, the two NATO soldiers worked in tandem, carefully avoiding the dead branches on the ground, bending down and following the shadows of the tropical vegetation, heading towards the mountain... and then they bumped into the mountain. On the muzzle of the Luoguo guerrillas.

The sound of gunfire passed through the dense rainforest, and bullets suddenly shot out from the shadows on the side, hitting the two men like raindrops. Before they even had time to react, the two NATO soldiers fell to the ground with a pitiful howl like a slaughtered pig. on the ground.

Two Moro soldiers emerged from behind the banana leaves and quickly ran to the two killed NATO soldiers.

"Weapon card? Give me one."

"Take it."

"Huang Xican? What's the name of the bird..."

The Korean written on the front is incomprehensible, but fortunately there are English phonetic notations, so Mutali can still understand it.

"Probably a Korean. No matter what, they can get military honors anyway." His comrade put another bunch of military cards into his bag, and then quickly touched the Korean to confirm that there was nothing good. Finally, he spit and stood up.

"Target found, two NATO soldiers, killed."

After reporting to the headquarters in a low voice, Mutali glanced at the body lying on the ground and couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

Not only the red ones, but the yellow ones also flowed out.

Good guy, one shot probably hit me in the balls.

No wonder he screamed so miserably before he died...

…

That afternoon, after receiving orders from the rear, the two returned to their operational base on Highland 421.

Arriving at a tent in the corner of the military camp,

Mutali walked in with his comrades and handed the soldier card into the hands of the Star Ring Trade Special Officer.

After taking the soldier card and looking at it twice, the New Kingdom officer opened the notebook, found Mutali's number and name on it, and took a pen and added a horizontal line after the straight character. Seeing this scene, Mutali's face suddenly showed a mouth full of white teeth with joy.

Although he didn't recognize the word "正", he understood what it meant.

That horizontal line represents one hundred Singapore dollars, which is almost equivalent to one month's salary, and will be paid directly into their personal accounts at the end of the month. Even if they were killed in battle, their families would receive the money.

This is a reward from the Star Ring Trade to guerrilla fighters like them. At this time, those active in the tropical rain forest are either NATO scouts or special forces performing special missions. They are all high-value targets.

Upon first hearing the news, the Finan monkeys practically sang with joy. Some people even couldn't find the weapon card after killing the target, so they simply cut off the enemy's head with a dagger and took it back to claim credit.

This disgusting and inhumane behavior was soon strictly prohibited by the Star Ring Trade. For corpses whose soldier tags could not be found, photos were taken to confirm them instead. Until this ban was introduced, the remains of those poor fallen NATO soldiers were protected from monkeys.

But soon, Mutali's eyebrows raised, he looked at the notebook and shouted.

"Hey, why does he have one more bar than me? It's not fair!"

It was also a soldier card, but his comrade had one more bar than him, which immediately aroused Mutali's dissatisfaction.

"Because his military badge belongs to the 13th Infantry Brigade of the U.S. Marine Corps," the Xinguo officer said expressionlessly, pointing to a form on the table, "That's the rule. Here, the life of the stick is It is worthless."

"This...is this okay?" Looking at the form, Mutali was dumbfounded.

Even military dogs have a painting...

"Okay, okay, buddy, I'll buy you a drink later." The comrade next to him was a little embarrassed, so he gave him a hand, and before the officer showed an impatient expression, he dragged him outside without any explanation.

It's not a good idea to argue with the officers of the Star Circle Trade.

Although these people don't go to the battlefield, they are all great men. Even their division commander was polite to these people.

Back in the marching tent, as soon as Mutali sat down on his bed, their squad leader walked in and threw a cloth bag on the ground.

The soldier sitting at the door stood up and stepped forward, curiously reached out and rummaged through the cloth bag, looked at the steel wire ball inside, and asked in confusion.

"What the hell is this."

"A large-scale military operation will be launched tonight." The squad leader looked around the tent to confirm that everyone was present. He pointed to the groups of steel wire mesh on the ground and continued, "I don't know what it is specifically. In short, the headquarters The guys gave us until five o’clock to stuff all our electronics into this thing.”

Worried that these top soldiers would not take it seriously, the squad leader paused for a moment and emphasized it again with a serious expression.

"Remember, it's all electronics, this is a military order."

…

It has been a week since the Moro volunteers landed in Colombia.

After the failure of the attack on Pamplona, ​​NATO immediately reflected on the mistakes it had made in its strategic deployment, placed intelligence warfare and counter-guerrillas at the core of its strategy, and sent special forces to search for farc firepower points and tunnels in the forest, especially It is a high-value target such as mortar positions and anti-aircraft artillery, guiding and supporting fire coverage or air strikes.

In terms of firepower, NATO still clearly has the upper hand.

However, the Andes Mountains are so big, and the rebel guerrillas are not generally cunning. The initial clash of muscles between the two sides has turned into a cold and secret battle. Every bush hides a deadly murderous intention, and the smell of blood permeates every inch of the South American jungle.

Not just guerrillas, poisonous insects, pythons, crocodiles... these are nothing to the people who have lived here for a long time, but they are quite troublesome to NATO soldiers. The environment here is worse than the desert, and mosquitoes as big as your thumb can drive you crazy.

In a sense, what Jimenez said originally came true.

The Andes and tropical rainforests have become a nightmare not just for Americans, but for all NATO soldiers.

However, newcomers who have just arrived here are often more optimistic. For example, the stickmen who just responded to the call of the United States to join the war not long ago showed confidence far beyond their height when facing the high mountains of Colombia. They did not regard farc and The Moro Kingdom is in trouble for a while.

"Our soldiers of the Republic of Korea are all heroes of anti-guerrilla warfare." The Korean officer narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Don't worry, their positions will be touched by us soon." Clearly."

For a long time, in order to confront the so-called "guerrilla powers" in the north, the South Korean Army has always regarded counter-guerrilla warfare as the focus of military training and attached great importance to the construction of special operations forces. So much so that basically every army in the South Korean Army is assigned a special operations battalion.

In addition, the sticks also always have a dedicated special operations command, referred to as the Special Operations Division, to perform special operations tasks such as anti-terrorism operations, protecting VIPs, and punishing and retaliating.

It is precisely because of this that he is so confident.

However, he ignored one thing.

It is true that the soldiers of the Moro Kingdom did not undergo any serious training, but every one of them climbed out of the pile of dead people bombed by the US-Philippine coalition forces. Now it is armed by the military industry of the future. Although it is not the top equipment, it is not far behind the NATO infantry.

"I hope so." The hook-nosed old man replied noncommittally.

Obviously, as a Marine Corps colonel, he was not interested in this newly arrived Korean.

War is not a TV show. Let alone a descendant of Japan, even if you are a descendant of the Milky Way, your life will be lost on the battlefield. Especially inside the tropics where the visibility is only ten meters, it is a severe test for the soldiers' detection and counter-detection capabilities.

Whoever is discovered first will die. No one will hold back, because everyone wants to live.

Looking at the mountains and the setting sun in the distance outside the window, the old man frowned slightly, and his eyes under the officer's hat couldn't help but squint.

It's getting dark.

He didn't know why, but he had a premonition.

Tonight is going to be long.

After rolling up his cuffs, the old man looked at the electronic watch on his cuffs and was suddenly stunned.

The number on the electronic watch was fixed at five o'clock in the afternoon.

After pressing a few times on the watch and seeing still no response, the old man frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

"Is it broken?"