The sergeant, half-leaning against the back of Rock, muttered to himself. Then, the back of his Tactical Glove suddenly emitted a rapid series of beeps and flashed with red light.
The sergeant abruptly raised his head and looked at his comrades beside him. "The minefield's been triggered. Someone slipped in!"
As soon as he spoke, a violent burst of fire erupted from a hillside not far to their east.
Boom!
The intense tremor caused by the explosion traveled through the mountain and directly reached their feet.
The moment they saw this, there was no need for the captain to say anything. Everyone knew something had happened.
The sergeant stuffed the Infrared Telescope into his clothes, then raised his rifle. "Move. Let's give those rats trying to sneak in a little fun. Ban Deng, you stay in the back with the rookie. I don't want this kid dying on his first assignment today."
With that, he moved down the slope with astonishing agility, as nimble as an ape.
The entire group immediately lowered their visors, fully activating their Tactical Helmets as they rushed toward the explosion.
Only then did Mu Fan realize that he might have underestimated these veteran soldiers. On these rugged mountain paths covered in loose stones at night, they still ran like the wind while holding their guns in both hands, barely even looking at the ground beneath their feet.
They had simply walked these routes so many times that they had memorized them completely.
"Turn off Infrared Detection. Switch everyone to Optical Night Vision."
After running nearly three hundred meters, the sergeant dove behind a rock shelter. Looking at his six subordinates, he shouted sharply.
This was the Fire Hills Area. Infrared Detection would be rendered useless by the temperature interference.
"Grenade Launchers ready. Load grenades. Elevation