Outside the tent, by the Seven Star Lake, a group of people gathered around. In the center, a man was lying on his back. His whole body was soaked by the lake water, and he had lost consciousness at this moment. Two medical soldiers were helping him perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
"How difficult is this? God, what happened to him? How did he become like this..."
On the side, some people couldn't help but started talking in low voices.
"I don't know, but it looks really miserable. He led the team to investigate that thing, right? How could it be like this? Damn it, what are we fighting..."
"Haha, don't you know? Otherwise, why do you think they recruited people like us out of the rules? To put it bluntly, we are just the pebbles they use to find their way."
One soldier sneered, as if he had expected such a situation.
Everyone else turned to look at him, and one of his companions asked strangely: "Hank, since you know this is the case, why do you still want to join?"
When Hank heard this, the disdain on his face subsided, and he said with a hint of helplessness: "So what if you know? Guys like us don't work hard anywhere. How much better are those battlefields in Africa compared to here? Besides, they The revenge is high enough, if not for treating little Tommy..."
He paused as he said this, looked in the direction of the camp, and slowly closed his mouth.
"What are you doing here! Do you guys know your identities? Why don't you get back here quickly!"
When John arrived, he was already in a hurry. When he saw the group of mercenaries gathered around to watch the fun, he couldn't help but become even more angry. He immediately reprimanded everyone loudly.
When he said this, the group of people all dispersed and went back to their posts. This made John furious again, and kept scolding them for being undisciplined and not looking like soldiers at all.
In fact, after a month of training and running-in, the performance of these mercenaries was quite acceptable.
But after a period of exploration mission in the wild, these guys, without environmental constraints, gradually exposed their former habits and personalities, which made John very angry.
But there is nothing he can do now. There is a bigger trouble waiting for him to deal with.
"Rona, how's the situation? Is Kando okay?"
John walked closer and asked the medical soldier about his specific situation.
The man nodded, but did not stop moving his hands, and said: "Sir, the situation has basically stabilized. There is no life-threatening danger. All that is left is to wait for him to wake up."
When John heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
There is no way, not to mention that Kando is a soldier trained by himself, but for their commanders, once there is a casualty under their command, the follow-up will be a very troublesome matter, from disability subsidies to pensions Jin, every one of them can be a reason for his superiors to deal with him.
Now, even though things are developing in the direction he least wants to see, John still has a glimmer of hope and dreams.
He imagined that all this was just an accident, and that Kandor just accidentally fell into the water while performing a mission, which led to the current situation - although he also knew that this possibility was slim.
"Uh-uh!"
A sharp gasp came, and Kandor suddenly opened his eyes. He sat up straight, opened his mouth and spit out some of the lake water remaining between his mouth and nose, and then lay back down again.
"Kando! Are you okay! What happened? Why are you the only one back? Where are the others?"
John immediately stepped forward to inquire about the situation. God knows how nervous he felt deep down when he said these words.
"Um...yue, John...is that you...?"
Kandor gradually came back to his senses, and his thinking gradually became clearer.
"Yes, I'm sorry... We encountered a strong enemy. The monster was obviously bigger than what we saw before... Its speed was so fast that it caught up with us in the blink of an eye and was easily broken. The speedboat is simply terrible..."
Kando said a lot intermittently, which made John on the side feel cold in his heart.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and asked about other people's situation.
"So, what happened to the others? Why didn't I see them come back?"
Kando suddenly paused, and his expression became even worse.
"Andrew is dead, Hawke is dead, Jason is dead... We fell into the water during the subsequent attack. If they haven't come back yet, then I'm afraid..."
John suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. All the luck he had had before was wiped out, and all the promotion and wealth were gone.
Although those few people were temporarily selected from the mercenaries, but now there are so many casualties, it is still difficult for him, the commander, to escape being held accountable.
"damn it!"
John punched the dirt hard. He was extremely angry at the moment and wanted to lead his men to the lake to kill the guy.
However, with the lessons learned from the second team, it is naturally impossible for him to do such stupid things that cost people's lives again.
If he really fills in a few more teams, then what awaits him will not be as simple as not being promoted.
He immediately ordered the medical soldiers to take Kando back for recuperation. After the latter recovered in the afternoon, he approached him and began to understand the details of the mission.
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On the other side, at the landing port on the east side of Rebirth Island, the US Seventh Fleet is stationed at the main base on the coastline.
A document report was placed on a desk in a command room.
This report was sent back from the front by John, using the short-distance wireless base stations they laid along the way, and transmitted it layer by layer to the rear in an encrypted manner.
This method of signal transmission was still used during the war decades ago, and it is completely synonymous with ancient times in the eyes of today's people.
However, this ancient thing is now of great use.
Unfortunately, such wireless signal relay base stations set up in the wild are expensive and difficult to lay. The reason why radar is not used to receive long-wave signals is actually very simple.
First of all, in this sea area that large warships cannot enter, it is undoubtedly very difficult to transport large equipment by relying on some existing training sailboats in various countries.
Secondly, inside this island, although various machines can operate again, what is puzzling is that the radio of long-wave signals will be seriously interfered with, making it unusable, so this is why John and the others use this relatively simple method. The ancient shortwave method is used as a means of information transmission.
At this time, in the command room, a middle-aged man in a straight military uniform was reading the intelligence that had just been sent back from the front. His brows were furrowed. Apparently, the content inside was a bit unsettling. joy.
