Everyone saw Sonny, who weighed over 170 pounds, shoot up into the air like a flying man, only to be suddenly hung upside down in mid-air.
"SHIT!" Colonel James bellowed, "It's a trap!!"
Crack crack crack—
Crack crack crack—
Crack crack crack crack crack crack—
The sound of gunfire erupted.
In the darkness, bursts of muzzle flashes spewed out like venomous snakes hissing.
In the jungle ahead, several small bushes were snapped under the hail of bullets.
The 120-degree fan-shaped area directly in front of the small squad was plowed by bullets.
"Cease fire! Cease fire!"
The shooting, which lasted for over twenty seconds, finally stopped after James's command.
Steam rose from the gun barrels of several Green Berets.
The jungle fell silent once more.
A deathly silence...
Almost simultaneously, Sonny, hanging in mid-air, screamed again.
In the light drizzle, James and his companions heard a rustling sound of something moving through the leaves.
Sonny yelled even more miserably...
"Ah—HO! FUCK! FUCK! I've been shot! I've been shot!"
He struggled, writhing in the air like a snake.
"Keep an eye on the surroundings, Weber, you take Sonny's place, Lucas, continue the search, see where he's hiding!"
While issuing orders, James once again took out the small reconnaissance device from the pocket of his tactical vest and scanned the surrounding woods.
Unfortunately.
He still couldn't see anything.
This immediately fueled his anger.
If he could see the enemy, he would definitely be able to kill them.
But now, one of his men had already suffered, and he hadn't even seen a hair of the enemy.
This made James, an experienced colonel, feel extremely frustrated, like throwing punches in all directions without knowing where to hit.
In the view of the infrared thermal imager, everything around turned into chunks of orange-red and black.
If there were enemies nearby, the infrared night vision device would show the orange-red spots, emanating from the thermal radiation of body heat.
In jungle warfare, the light intensification night vision device was not as useful as the passive infrared thermal imager.
If faced with a highly camouflaged enemy, the light intensification device was not as quick to identify targets as the thermal imager, and it was also greatly limited on pitch-black nights with no starlight.
"Be careful, two o'clock to your right side!"
James finally made a discovery.
He saw a faint orange-red spot forty meters away, seemingly hidden behind some bushes, moving slowly...
But he hesitated.
Because he couldn't be certain that the heat source was a person.
A normal human's thermal radiation would definitely not be that low.
An animal?
If it was an animal, firing first would alarm the enemy and reveal their position.
In less than a second of hesitation, another incident occurred.
Two sparks appeared near the wriggling object.
Crack crack—
It was a two-shot burst.
Poor Sonny started howling again like a slaughtered pig.
"I've been shot! I've been shot!"
"FUCK! It's a person!"
As the thought flashed through James's mind, he squeezed the trigger of his MK18 assault rifle.
After the burst, the heat source vanished.
"Lucas, Weber, go check it out!"
Hearing the colonel's instructions, Lucas and Weber quickly spread out, flanking the two o'clock direction on either side, ducked behind two large trees about ten meters from the target, and readied their guns.