I was a general in South America

Bang...bang...

The guerrillas, hiding in the shadows, would occasionally fire sniper shots, and the dense vegetation deep in the forest easily produced reverberation echoes.

It is difficult to quickly pinpoint the location by sound. The attackers were clearly well-versed in this skill and did not launch an attack in one go. Instead, they fired a few shots from time to time, making the main force hesitant to act rashly.

The unbearable environment of the valley forest, coupled with the threat of death, especially for the film crew who had not received military training, meant that their psychological defenses would soon be broken.

If this continues, the film crew members, who can't withstand the pressure, will fall into disarray without any enemy intervention.

"Lucas, what should we do?"

Hoffman remained relatively calm, but his voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

"Trust me, Hoffman...I will get you out of here."

Lucas said firmly that at this point, it was essential to make the film crew feel safe.

How many people can go out...?

The body parts may be missing, but there's no guarantee that they're all there.

Feeling the body in his arms snuggle closer to his chest, Lucas could only tighten his arms around her.

Looking up, I saw Moreno at the very front of the column, crawling forward with several soldiers.

Bang....

Bullets blocked their path, a meter from their heads. Through the gaps in the bushes, one could vaguely see splattered dirt mixed with debris.

The shrubs in the Kakau Valley forest are about half a meter tall... lying down creates a natural trench.

The enemy was able to observe Moreno's movements, which clearly indicated that they had occupied the high ground.

However, visibility in the jungle is very low, so the other party may only be able to determine the exact location by the movement of the vegetation when they move.

If we can't pinpoint the enemy's location by then, and the sun goes down... with six cumbersome troops, we'll be easy targets for guerrillas in the forest.

There's nothing I can do...

It all comes down to talent now...

Lucas took off his hat, hung it on the muzzle of his rifle, and then stretched the butt of the rifle upwards, slowly moving forward.

From a distance, it looks like a soldier wearing a helmet, crouching low with only half his head showing, walking around in the bushes.

Lure the enemy into firing...

Forests cannot determine location by sound, but with physical objects as references, identifying direction based on ballistic trajectories becomes much simpler.

Everyone present wasn't completely clueless; their eyes lit up when they saw Lucas's actions.

Even Blake had to admit to himself... that damn Colombian bastard did have some brains.

But soon he'll see what a real soldier is like...!

Bang...!

The helmet was blown off.

The sense of killing intent alerted Lucas almost immediately to the direction from which it originated.

"Moreno, suppressive fire from 3 o'clock east!"

Da...da...da...da...da

Gunfire erupted in the forest...

Just as Moreno and his soldiers were firing blind shots at the three o'clock position.

As the two sides began to exchange fire, and the enemy's attention was completely diverted, Blake suddenly gave orders to his troops.

"Attack from 3 o'clock east!"

"Idiot...! Stop...!"

To him, Lucas's warning sounded more like encouragement.

Blake's lips curled into a disdainful smile. The U.S. special operations team, like a drawn sword, advanced in a V-shape, firing as they went, heading towards the three o'clock position.

The firepower of the anti-government forces was not even in the same league.

They applied pressure from both directions simultaneously and quickly gained the upper hand.

That's it...?

Cowardly as a mouse...!

boom...

In the bushes, the American soldier next to Blake fell straight down.

"Fuck, lie down...!"

Upon seeing this, Lucas couldn't help but curse "idiot" again.

Didn't the officers who trained them tell them that in jungle warfare, they shouldn't act rashly when they don't know the enemy's exact number or location?

Do you think the guerrillas are toy soldiers?

They just stay at the three o'clock position without moving, or there are no personnel assigned to other locations?

Blake's team had already stretched out nearly ten meters. Under normal circumstances... if this kind of idiot died, he would just be dead.

Unfortunately, Hoffman is still here. If we don't rescue him... who knows what will happen.

Just as Lucas was debating whether or not to save the American idiot, the American soldiers at the front had already taken to the ground...

But...bang...bang...

Two beams of fire shot into the sky, and amidst the violent explosions, Blake's desperate shouts could be faintly heard.

"No...! Mike...!"

"There are landmines, everyone be careful!!"

Thick smoke also rose from the jungle.

The accidental triggering of a landmine was like the last straw that broke the camel's back for the filming crew; the fear of life and death was enough to shatter their defenses.

Three photographers, completely ignoring any instructions, got up from the ground and ran headlong down the path.

Those damn American idiots!

Seeing this, Lucas knew there was no time to hesitate and decisively shouted at Moreno.

"Leave everyone immediately...!"

The explosion disrupted the situation, and now there are still several American targets drawing fire; this is the only chance to break out.

Lucas practically dragged Diana along as they ran; indeed, human potential is limitless.

Driven by adrenaline, Hoffman strode through the jungle with incredible speed.

bang... bang... bang...

Lucas fired his gun from time to time, and enemy bullets flew wildly through the forest. Thanks to the thick smoke from the explosion, the visibility in the jungle was already very low, so the bullets were basically inaccurate.

Thank you, beacon of democracy... for sacrificing yourself to illuminate everyone's path!

Blake also saw Lucas's actions and wanted to lead his troops to retreat, but as soon as he stood up, several bullets hit the big tree next to him.

"Lucas, you bastard...! You'll get us all killed...!"

If Lucas and his soldiers provided some covering fire, they would still have a chance to retreat, even though they had gone too far in.

Now that they've left, Blake and the remaining six are like stranded people on a deserted island, unable to move forward or backward.

Blake, the gunshots are too loud, I can't hear them!

Pursued by death, the troops quickly crossed the jungle and returned to the entrance they had just arrived at.

Upon seeing the squad of soldiers responsible for protecting the vehicle, the film crew members seemed to breathe their last and collapsed to the ground.

Even the only lady, Diana, lay on the ground without any regard for her image, greedily inhaling the fresh air.

When Blake's men saw that their leader hadn't shown up yet, one of them, who seemed to be the leader, couldn't help but run over to Hoffman and start talking to him.

After a while, Hoffman stood up and walked over to Lucas.

"Lucas..."

"Hoffman, you know what happened just now. Blake disobeyed orders, and it was the only escape route... You should understand that my mission is to bring you back safely."

Lucas waved his hand, interrupting the other person's speech.

Are you kidding me...?

I'll find a chance to kill him if he doesn't get killed by the guerrillas.

Hoffman understood that Lucas's troops had no obligation to stay and protect a soldier who disobeyed orders. His eyes were complicated, and he hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

"Lucas, even just bringing back Blake's body would be fine. You know I need to explain to the Southern Command. This is my personal request... I swear on the honor of the Hoffman family, I, Brant Hoffman, owe you a favor. I will do anything I can."