Chapter 1323 - Before The Counterattack (2/2)

Although these people were not directly on the battlefield, even their commanders were polite to them.

Back in the tent, just as Muthari sat down on his bed, their squad leader walked in and dropped a cloth bag on the ground.

The soldier at the door stood up and curiously flipped through the cloth bag. He looked at the steel wire ball inside and asked with a confused expression.

“What is this?”

“There is a large-scale military operation tonight,” the squad leader glanced around the tent, confirmed that everyone was there, then pointed to the steel wire meshes on the ground, and said, “I don’t know exactly what it is. The headquarters asked us to stuff all our electronics into this stuff before five o’clock.”

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

“Remember, all electronic products, this is an order.”

…

A week had passed since Moro soldiers landed in Colombia.

After the setback in the attack on Pamplona, NATO immediately reflected on its strategic deployment. It placed intelligence warfare and counter-guerrilla warfare at the core of its strategy, and sent special forces to search for FARC firepower points and tunnels in the jungle, especially high-value targets such as mortars and anti-aircraft artilleries that provided suppression.

In terms of firepower, NATO still had the clear upper hand.

But the Andes were so big, the rebel guerrillas were also cunning. The two sides turned from the initial muscle-to-muscle collision to a stealth warfare. Danger was hidden in every bush, and the smell of blood permeated every inch of the South American jungle.

Not just guerrillas, poisonous insects, pythons, crocodiles… these were nothing to the people who have lived here for a long time, but they were quite troublesome for NATO soldiers. The environment here was worse than the desert, and mosquitoes the size of thumbs drove people crazy.

In a sense, Timochenko’s words were indeed fulfilled.

The Andes and the rain forest had not only become the nightmare of the UA, but also the nightmare of all NATO.

However, the newcomers who had just arrived here were often more optimistic. For example, Koreans who responded to the call not long ago showed confidence beyond their ability in front of the majestic mountains of Colombia. They did not take FARC and Moro seriously at all.

“Our soldiers are all experts in counter-guerrilla warfare.” A South Korean officer narrowed his eyes and laughed, “You can rest assured that soon their position will be clear to us.”

For a long time, in order to match the so-called “guerrilla powerhouse” in the north, the South Korean Army always regarded counter-guerrilla warfare as the focus of military training and attached great importance to special operations forces. As a result, almost every army in Korea contained a special operations battalion.

In addition, Koreans often established a special operations division to perform special operations tasks such as counter-terrorism operations, protection of dignitaries, punishment and retaliation.

He had the confidence for this very reason.

But he overlooked one point.

Moro soldiers did not receive any serious training, but all of them crawled out from piles of corpses. Now they were equipped by Future Military, while their weapons were not the most advanced, it was not far behind the NATO soldiers’ gears.

“I hope so.” The old man with a hooked nose replied nonchalantly.

Obviously, as a Marine Corps Colonel, he was not convinced by the newcomer.

A war is not a TV series. Disregard the Descendent of the Sun, even if you are a descendant of the Milky Way, you’ll only have one life on the battlefield. Especially in the tropical zone with visibility of less than ten meters, it is a severe test for the soldiers’ detection and counter-detection capabilities.

Whoever is discovered first will die. No one will have mercy because everyone wants to live.

The old man gazed into the sunset in the distance and a frown appeared on his face as his eyes narrowed.

It was almost dark.

For some reason, he had a hunch.

Tonight will be very long.

He rolled up his sleeves and looked at the electronic watch on his wrist. However, he was shocked.

The number on the electronic watch was frozen at five o’clock in the afternoon.

He pressed it a few times but there was still no response. Then he muttered to himself with his frown growing more apparent.

“Is it broken?”