Jiang Yan Hai slipped back into the jungle. He was going to return to the direction from which he had entered the battlefield and restock his supplies. As for what those soldiers thought, why should Jiang Yan Hai care?
There was no way this was ending just like that. What a joke. The entire brigade and theater command had prepared for so long, and it was over in thirty-eight seconds? Were they kidding?
There would definitely be more to come. As for what came next, Jiang Yan Hai naturally intended to play a little trick on them. They had agreed to play tactics, so who was going to face them head-on? Just because I said I would fight head-on, you believed me? Why are you so naive? You believe everything the enemy tells you?!
Of course, Jiang Yan Hai had no idea whether they believed him. He had said it anyway; as for how many of them actually believed it, that was unclear.
Anyway, this was supposed to be fun. And when it came to having fun, naturally, the more entertaining, the better.
After returning to his side, Jiang Yan Hai left the exercise zone and headed straight for the supply depot. When he entered the warehouse, the only weapon he had brought back with him was a pistol.
Once inside, he began grabbing Claymore mines, booby traps, and all sorts of other equipment. He stuffed them into a pack and was about to leave, but when he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something and turned back.
"No, this won't do. I took a little too much. Here's the thing: the modified M82A1M Sniper Rifle I'm using weighs ten kilograms, and the MK12 weighs 7.3 kilograms. Including their ammunition, let's call that twenty-five kilograms. The UMP9 and some other