It was clear that although these bastards did nothing decent, their combat training was solid.
After a few shouted orders, the half-dressed bandits quickly formed groups of four, with two groups to a squad, and began looking for cover.
But they seemed to be fresh recruits. They knew the drills, yet their execution was a mess.
Girlfriend rushed over, snatched several dog tags, threw a smoke grenade, and ran.
As she ran, she shouted, "Haha! We're rich! I took out a platoon leader!"
Behind her, 108 and Mountain Dog had already laid a mine trap to cover her retreat.
The three of them broke into a sprint.
By then, the entire bandit camp had been alerted.
"Mike!"
Several bandits held the mangled body, their faces filled with anger and grief.
Mike had led Third Platoon and was well liked.
The soldiers under the company commander were furious at the sight.
"That damned Wild Dog! We have to avenge the platoon leader!"
"Vengeance!"
A few enraged soldiers grabbed their guns and charged out.
Just then, Scarface barked, "Watch for traps!"
The bandits stopped at once and soon spotted the mines 108 and Mountain Dog had planted.
"Company Commander, they came prepared this time," another platoon leader said.
Scarface glanced at Mike's body and gritted his teeth. "This has gone on long enough! First, Second, Fifth, and Eighth Platoons, circle around and pin them down."
"They can't run far through the night. They must have a base nearby."
"That Wild Dog's got better gear. He's probably found a team."
"But city Bounty Hunters usually work in teams of about fifteen. They won't have many people."
"Remember! Do not let him make it back to the city!"
"Whoever brings me Wild Dog's head gets a bonus of 150 and a virgin girl."
"Bring