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.
