In the dense forest on the hillside, Damir stood gasping for breath next to a large tree like a dog with its tongue out.
"Okay...okay..."
He looked at his subordinates behind him, panting heavily.
"How many of us are left?"
"Hasmar... take a look... check the numbers, organize, if their sniping failed, by now they must... surely want to run away..."
He paused for a moment to steady his breath before continuing, "We must pursue them! Reinforcements will be here soon, they won't be able to escape in half an hour..."
Fear still lurked in Hasmar's eyes.
The shots from just before had terrified him to the core.
He had seen accurate shots from a sniper rifle before, but never shooting both fast and precise.
Just ten meters away.
Yet four lives had been lost.
That didn't even include those picked off consecutively after the convoy was attacked and blocked on the road.
He began to count the number of people.
As he counted, his hairs stood on end.
Originally when they set out, he remembered there being thirty-five men.
That did not include Curtis.
Now as he patted shoulders and counted, he found only twenty-one men were left.
"We are left with only 21 men..."
"What?!"
Damir almost jumped on the spot.
"21 men?! Are you saying we just lost 14 men?!"
"It seems like..."
Hasmar's voice trembled slightly.
Damir hesitated.
Should he pursue the enemy or not?!
If there had been over thirty men, he wouldn't even need to think.
He could've directly ordered a manhunt.
Thirty soldiers familiar with the highland terrain, skilled in navigating these mountains, ambushing two snipers would've been a piece of cake.
But now...
There were only 21 men left.
Could they really handle the enemy?
He actually hesitated.
Had it been before, he would have definitely pursued.
But this time, he suddenly felt an inexplicable fear.
Flee?
That word seemed too hard to utter.
Over twenty men being chased and killed by two?
That would be a disgrace to Alta!
Alta is an expert at guerrilla warfare!
"Damir, what do we do?!"
Hasmar actually wanted to flee, but he didn't dare to say it.
"Wait for now."
Damir was still hesitating.
He was unaware that his hesitation at this moment would eventually come at a heavy cost.
At this time of night, within the forest on the hillside, Song Heping and Willie, like two beasts out on the hunt, were racing toward their target through the trees with the help of top-notch night vision goggles.
Fortunately, this was not the primitive jungle of South America; instead, it was the highland region of Central Asia, with not too many trees, no endless forest of vines and shrubs, nor thick layers of decaying leaves.
Due to the dry weather and rare rains here, the vegetation wasn't very tall and the ground was very dry.
Under these favorable conditions, the two men pushed forward at great speed.
In the blink of an eye, they had closed to within three hundred meters.
At that time on Damir's side, he finally made up his mind.