Chapter 41: The Nightmare of the Oil Bottle and Carl's News

"What the hell did you encounter to be beaten like this?" The oil bottle did not answer this question directly, but chose to start after crossing the river.

"Soon after crossing the river, the troops in front of us were met by small groups of guerrillas, scattered but these small forces were quickly repulsed by us. Then they started to block on a certain scale, but they still didn't pose a big threat to us. To the delight of Mr. Balcas, including all of us, felt that this joint operation with the Government forces had left the guerrillas at odds. โ€

"Then you will go all the way without any scruples, and you will not doubt it at all without any decent resistance?" I asked.

Shaken his head, he said, "When they reached the vicinity of that village, the resistance of the guerrillas became fierce. There they gathered a number of men and built a number of fortifications. The resistance was fierce at first, and soon after the exchange of fire it was said that a group of guerrillas was coming towards us, and then we intensified our attacks and quickly took the village. Afterwards.. โ€

"And then you burned the village?" I asked.

The oil bottle nodded, "It's burned." And all the guerrilla militiamen who were caught, were shot. โ€

I shook my head and said, "And after that?" And you are happily encamped? โ€

"Yes. It was already evening after taking the village. So we began to camp as commanded. But.. But in the middle of the night. I don't know why, countless partisans suddenly appeared around us. And we can't get in touch with Mr. Balcas, so we're on our own. โ€

"Where were you at that time?"

The oil bottle thought for a moment and said, "My team is not far south of the village. Soon after the fighting began, we lost contact with others around us. I don't know if they were killed or withdrawn on their own. Anyway, I felt like there were guerrillas all around, and they were constantly besieging us. โ€

"You didn't think about retreating?"

"Thought. But there were guerrillas all around, and we didn't know where to go. It wasn't until someone told us we were going to assemble somewhere that our team got moving. โ€

"What do you mean? Someone suddenly contacted you? "I asked strangely." Aren't you besieged? Who is this man? How did you get in touch? โ€

"I don't know. It was a mess back then. I just followed the people in the group, and the direction of the retreat was safe at first. But not long after we left the camp, we were attacked. There are a lot of people on my team. All dead. All dead. The oil bottle choked up a little when he said this.

I didn't ask any further questions, judging by what he said. The guerrillas had a meticulous plan for fighting. At first, there were many small teams, which were nothing more than delaying time and reconnaissance. The defensive battle at the village was more like a blocking battle. They wanted to keep Pablo here, because the oil bottle said that they had received news that there were guerrillas coming here during the attack. It is likely that the guerrillas had predetermined the battlefield, and the battlefield was near this village. Perhaps they have already had a team in the vicinity of the Self-Defense Forces to keep an eye on their movements, and as soon as the attacking team is in place, they will immediately assign tasks to carry out the attack. And the order to transfer the inexplicable transfer of the oil bottle is not known if it is a ghost taken advantage of the guerrillas. Perhaps they occupy a position that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and they have no intention of retreating stupidly, and the other party, after paying a certain price, feels that they let go of a way for them to run, and annihilate them elsewhere.

"Then how did you rush out?" I watched the oil bottle calm down and asked.

"In the beginning, I just wanted to run. If you see someone in front of you, shoot. It was chaotic, like a scuffle, with gunshots, explosions, and flickering fires. I don't know how long I ran, but I met some other people who were defeated. In the darkness of the night, I couldn't tell who was one of my own and who was a guerrilla. But they were exchanging fire, so I hid and watched for a while, and after seeing who was who, I killed two guerrillas and ran towards them. After that, I walked with them all night in the dark. At first I thought I had escaped and ascended to heaven, but it was actually the beginning of a nightmare. "I met recruits who had just been trained by the Americans, just like me, and we were all so frightened that no one knew what to do, and no one to direct or tell us what to do. The worst part was that we quickly got lost in the woods in the middle of the night. Gradually, we became soldiers, as long as we saw something moving, whether it was a person or an animal, and we didn't care if it was our own people or the guerrillas, we all shot first, and once we killed two people on the way, and when I went to these two people, I found that these two people were actually our own people, and I knew the people I met. As if unwilling to remember what was happening, he paused for a moment before he continued.

"Later we got our retribution. While we were wandering around the woods, bullets came from nowhere. Three people fell next to me in an instant. One of our team tried to identify himself, shouting at the other side that he was a member of the SDF, but was beaten into a sieve after only one shout. The oil bottle said and glanced at his lower left, "It fell on my left side, and the blood sprayed on my body warmly." โ€

"We thought they were guerrillas, so they attacked us after we identified ourselves. We fought back, and after a scuffle we killed each other, but when we opened the corpses, we found that the people who attacked us were still our own. The oil bottle said and hugged his head in pain, "In the second half of the night, we were just busy fighting with our own people. How ridiculous. โ€

"This kind of thing, in that situation, is unavoidable. Cannibalism would certainly not have been less on that night. You are inexperienced while Pablo is in command. And there is no same. It's not easy for you to come back alive. I was reassured.

"Have you met a wizard?" Drag the oil bottle asked.

I glanced at him and nodded, "Met." It didn't turn out well. โ€

Drag the oil bottle glanced at the wound on my arm, "At least you didn't shoot at your own people." โ€

I stood up and patted him on the shoulder and said, "If we were like you, you wouldn't have had a chance to meet me." With that, I opened the door, "Let's go back and rest." Don't worry too much about it. If you want to fight the guerrillas here again, forget about that night. โ€

As I got up and walked to the door, I spoke again, "I suggest you go home though." It is impossible for the Self-Defense Forces to completely exterminate the guerrillas. At least not now, you know what I mean? โ€

"You mean the day when the fighting didn't stop?" Drag the oil bottle asked.

"What do you think? The guerrillas did not exist yesterday or last year. Don't waste your time here. โ€

Listening to me say this, the oil bottle didn't answer, and went straight away. I saw him go away and close the door, now the situation is very unfavorable for us, and the disadvantage here is not only about the battle situation, but also about my own life. The team suffered heavy losses, there was no command, and the morale of the self-defense forces outside was low, if the guerrillas attacked all the way at this time, even if Karl was most prepared, it would be very mysterious. Hopefully, tomorrow Carl will be able to announce to us that our mission is over and that I can get out of here and go home.

Two days later, in the morning, Carl called Walker and me together. He brought us a few pieces of news, the first of which was that John was not in danger of life and that his injuries were well controlled. But I don't think I will do it again in the future. That's good news for me, and it's a lot of luck for a lot of people to get out of this industry alive.

The second is that we will continue to stay here to assist Pablo in the fight against the guerrillas. I let out a long sigh when I heard the news. Walker, as if he had expected it, shook his head helplessly.

Carl looked at us as if he wanted to cheer us up, and he said to us, "According to reliable information, in the battle with the wizard that day, although you suffered heavy losses, you also inflicted heavy losses on the wizard's direct team, as well as some of the other elite soldiers he trained. Except for the hash you know has been killed? Davey, and the wounded sniper, nearly half of his direct team were killed. You should know that you encountered not only the wizard's direct team that day, but also the elite soldiers trained by the wizard and his men, and these spearheads suffered greater losses. โ€

"Any other good news? If we didn't take out the Wizard, it wouldn't be exciting news for us. Walker said unceremoniously.

Carl let out a long sigh, "Walker, don't do this. We have to see the good side, don't we? The third piece of news is that our Mr. Balcas has made a compromise with us and that he will follow my advice to decide on future actions. And after learning that the wizards have been severely damaged by us, he wants to select some people to hand over to you, and you will lead the raids against the wizards and the guerrillas. โ€

"Does he choose or do we choose ourselves?" I asked.

"If you're interested in someone, of course it's the best." Karl smiled.

I looked at Walker, and Walker looked at me, "Who do you want?" โ€

"How many of the people elected by Cรณrdoba are still alive?" I asked.

Carl shook his head, "I don't know, but I don't think there are many." I advise you not to try to disturb the attention of his guards, he will not let go. โ€

I shook my hand, "I don't know his guards, so he gave us the people who were selected to go with us on the mission before that, and all the people who are alive will be given to us." โ€

Karl was about to say yes when I continued, "I want that oil bottle." He's going to be with him too. โ€

"Drag the oil bottle?" Carl looked at Walker with a puzzled expression, and Walker smiled and said, "It's the tomb robber who was rescued by us with Pablo before, and now Pablo's sister is good." โ€

"Huh. No problem. But I saw him that day like he needed to see a psychiatrist. Karl looked at us and said, "Do you have any other questions or requests?" โ€

After we said no, Karl put away his smile and said solemnly: "Then I will talk about the actions and your tasks that are going to be carried out later. โ€