Mangroves are not a single type of tree, but a coastal ecosystem composed of dozens of species of mangrove trees that grow at the junction of land and sea.

This salt-loving tree can dig its roots into the mud of the tidal flats and multiply into a huge coastal forest, and some of them will completely sink into the sea after high tide.

In his previous life, Jack had seen on the Discovery Channel show that the mangrove forests in Sri Lanka were made by locals who traveled along the edge of the woods in canoes and made a living fishing for shrimp.

The abundance of shellfish and lobsters near the mangrove forests was staggering, but they were on a mission, and this time there was no good for them.

A few dozen minutes ago, a dilapidated yacht dropped them off the coast, and in pairs they landed with the help of underwater thrusters to avoid the knife-sharp underwater reefs.

Although there are many people who are bold, it also confirms the degree of control of the American continent from another aspect, they only randomly selected a region, but the logistics support officer Lisa Davis quickly called up the relevant tide and weather data from the military database.

What this means is self-evident.

After taking off his wetsuit and taking out the gear from the waterproof bag hanging from the thrusters, Jack smeared camouflage oil on his face, which not only served as camouflage and concealment, but also contained insect repellent.

Not only the face should be wiped, but all the exposed skin, neck and arms should also be wiped all over, mangroves and tropical rainforests are not much different, as a huge ecosystem, all kinds of snakes and insects are naturally not lacking.

This was the second time Jack had been in this jungle environment, and it happened that he had been with the seals last time, but in the opposite direction, and now they were heading inland from the sea.

"Please, can anyone tell me that roar wasn't from the jaguar?" Sonny, who was carrying a machete in front of him, muttered a little cowardly.

"Do you need me to hold your little hand, Sonny?" Jack tightened the Penny hat on his head and sneered, this is a must-have equipment for jungle trekking, to prevent bugs from burrowing under the scalp to lay eggs, and those who don't like to wear hats will directly wrap their heads in a turban.

"I just want to keep myself at the top of the food chain." Sonny looked around nervously as he handed the machete to Jack, and it was his turn to get out of the way.

Feeling that Lieutenant Lopez next to him seemed to be quite comfortable with this environment, Jason asked curiously, "Do you often have the opportunity to go to the jungle?" ”

"My dad was a history buff, and when I was a kid, I used to follow him on a trip to the Mayan ruins and listen to him tell stories about the ancient Mayans who dug out the hearts of their captives for sacrifice.

At the time, I couldn't imagine that level of cruelty. Lieutenant Lopez's words mean something.

"So it's not that hard now, is it?" Jason understood what he meant.

Although the human sacrifice has long disappeared from this continent, the cannibalism has never stopped, and the methods of drug dealers can only be said to be more than that of the ignorant ancients.

The crowd chatted softly about the difficult trek through the jungle, as if they were just for an outing, not because they were not vigilant, but because they were completely unnecessary, and small creatures such as poisonous insects and poisonous snakes were the biggest threats compared to the impossible enemies.

The difficult trek in the jungle is already very physically exhausting, and even an elite like a seal has to make them mentally stressed for half a day, and there is no need to fight the battle later.

In this kind of hot and humid terrain with no roads at all, it is already extremely fast to be able to advance about a kilometer an hour, and Jason's previous estimate of 6 hours is quite accurate.

Just when the sky was about to get dark, a path finally appeared in the jungle, everyone stopped talking and held guns on guard, there is no road in the world, and there are more people walking, and there will naturally be a road, in other words, there is a road means that there are people around.

Jason tilted his head slightly, Ray Perry and Brock Reynolds nodded knowingly, and the two formed a reconnaissance group to go out first, and the rest waited for a moment to follow.

"Found a camp guarding the back door, at least six enemies." Soon came Ray Perry's report ahead.

Jack was a little surprised, why the drone in the sky couldn't find this camp, this is on the edge of the jungle, there are still two or three kilometers away from the target building, and there is no mention of guards here in the previous intelligence.

But when he and the rest of the team quietly touched the two people who were scouting in front, it suddenly dawned on him.

In front of him was a concrete bunker, crawling with all kinds of vines, which had blended into the surrounding terrain, and in front of the bunker was also equipped with camouflage nets, where several militants were chatting loudly.

"Operations Center, this is Bravo1." Jason whispered to the rear.

"Roger, Bravo1, please." Major Blackburn replied that, as previously discussed, the operations center had been moved from Colonel Martinez's barracks to the cabin of a C-17 Globemaster transport aircraft.

The transport plane was now parked at a secret Mexican military airfield, with a communications system modified to serve as the chain of command for a special operations team.

"The enemy was spotted 45 meters northwest of us, and there were 6 people in sight." Jason replied as he looked through the triple lens on the assault rifle, "I decided to bypass them and go back to the established route." ”

"Roger, minimize the detour distance, there is not much time left for you to recuperate." Moments later, Major Blackburn agreed to Jason's request.

According to the plan, their current position was southwest of Doza's hiding house, and about a kilometer further forward there was a polo field attached to the villa, which was the only open area in the vicinity and where the helicopter landed when they evacuated.

Originally scheduled to rest in the woodland on the edge of the polo field and wait for the night to complete the raid, they now had to take a detour, which meant cutting back their breaks.

After more than 5 hours of trekking through the jungle, everyone except Jack was very tired and in urgent need of rest to adjust his condition, and shortening the rest time meant that the risk of movement was increasing.

However, God does not seem to be enough for this small test, and Jack is also looking at the small concrete bunker through the scope, and is keenly aware of the anomaly.

"On top of the pillbox, yes, right there, there's a camouflage net, is that an anti-aircraft gun?"

(End of chapter)