King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 657 - 625: Difficult Advancement

The members of Rabbit Squad still had clear heads...

When the Colombians tried to leave the road and ended up being shelled back by mortars, causing several people to be punished, they understood that they needed to stick to the rules.

If you didn't choose to walk through the desert at the beginning, now, after running for over twenty kilometers, you can't just decide to change the racecourse, sorry, that's impossible!

This new generation of young special forces was not only mentally agile but also lacked nothing in communication skills.

The road ahead was tough, so why not cooperate?!

Iraq is full of roadside bombs, and I have a professional bomb disposal expert on hand; I reckon you probably do too.

I also have an electronics expert who can deploy drones for reconnaissance; as long as we have enough manpower, we'll be able to counter any attacks like the one we just encountered.

'Chameleon' was proficient in six languages and could articulate well, quickly reaching an agreement with the Colombians and Bolivians.

The Colombians and Bolivians had already received hints from 'Bullhorn' big brother and 'Xiao Luo' big brother.

Knowing that Rabbit Squad was the designated special forces team, they just needed to stick close to them, and as long as they reached the finish line together, P·B would have no reason not to take them.

Otherwise, they were not mad, why would they compete with Rabbit Squad right from the start?

Those mercenary teams made up of old hands had already fallen nearly ten kilometers behind, not because they were weak, but because they were conserving energy for the final push.

How could you manage an 85-kilometer march without conserving some strength?

'Chameleon' smoothly became the commander of the temporary team and then led the team forward.

Honestly, Rabbit Squad's overall strength was quite a bit stronger than those involved in the level 10 selection, but when it came to real combat, they were still lacking a bit...

Both the Colombians and Bolivians had grown up in the war against drug traffickers.

The Colombian cavalry was even trained by the Americans themselves, just not as famous as Jaguar.

The Bolivians were similar; they were even more unrestrained, maybe due to coming from a high altitude, their physical strength was also a bit better.

The members of Rabbit Squad underwent more rigorous, more professional, and more meticulous training; the most remarkable thing was that these young men had high levels of education and intelligence.

'Bai Xiong', the least accomplished member of the team, was also a university graduate, fluent in Chinese, Russian, and English, and had no trouble reading various foreign materials.

This was much stronger than the average high school dropouts amongst the Colombians and Bolivians.

The only thing they lacked was real combat experience, but that sort of thing, once lost, meant losing for a lifetime, with extremely small margins for error.

Now, Qiao boss had created an 'Iraq War Road' for them, where under high pressure, they were quickly finding their groove...

The team spread out, taking turns sending people forward to scout. The two point men needed to focus on suspicious objects on both sides of the road, report back quickly upon detecting anything unusual, and then the bomb disposal expert would follow up and take care of the bomb removal.

The first operation went smoothly, but in the second one, because the bombs obviously weren't real, they let their guard down slightly. Then the Colombian bomb disposal expert got injured while dismantling a bomb.

This time the injury was real; the bomb designed by 'Pliers' wasn't lethal, but if you were sitting next to it when it went off, it would still rip your skin apart with no problem.

Not only was the Colombian bomb disposal expert's thigh injured, but those close by were covered in white dust again, resulting in another penalty.

By then, Rabbit Squad, which had 'died' twice already, was completely on edge.

IEDs are not timed bombs; they need someone nearby to monitor and detonate them as necessary.

The third time they encountered an IED, Rabbit Squad chose to counterattack.

'Dandelion' deployed the drone for counter-reconnaissance, with the Colombians staying put to attract attention, while Rabbit Squad and the Bolivians charged into the desert from two different directions.

Dorian and Pincers, the two bomb experts, were unfortunately captured. As a reward for victory, the squad received a stretcher, as well as some water and ammunition replenishment.

It was at this point that the real fighting began...

The battles of ambush and counter-ambush, because P·B couldn't actually use lethal force, and the mortar shells' points of impact were pre-set, began to feel somewhat evenly matched.

The members of Rabbit Squad grew more and more exhilarated with each engagement, forgetting about fatigue and even unconsciously ignoring the selection time, immersing themselves in the pleasure of becoming increasingly proficient in tactical maneuvers...

That was until the impulsive 'Bai Xiong', while trying to intimidate with his machine gun, accidentally hit the hidden armored vehicle of the artillery, provoking the observers Dorian and Pincers.

They were not professional instructors, and P·B was not a professional military, so if you couldn't control your temper, they were going to teach you a lesson.

Due to 'Bai Xiong's impulsive action, the three mixed teams were pursued by mortars and Dorian in a car with a grenade launcher for several kilometers, 'dying' on average 3 times before they finally left the bombing area.

It was then that the members of Rabbit Squad finally came to their senses and remembered their mission...

Thirteen hours had passed, and the morning sunlight scattered across the desert...

The first echelon, having marched 68 kilometers, was completely exhausted!

As the sun climbed higher, the temperature of the desert rose, and cases of dehydration began to occur within the ranks.

The members of Rabbit Squad had brought enough drinking water and energy bars, thanks to Bullhorn's hint, but now their numbers had increased...

Even though they had won a few counter-ambushes and obtained some supplies, those supplies were pretty much depleted.

'Chameleon' shook his water bottle and listened to the sloshing sound inside. He unscrewed the cap and carefully drank a bit, swirling the water in his mouth to alleviate the sticky dryness...

Looking at his weary comrades who were too tired to even speak, he found himself yearning for a fight, hoping to muster that last bit of strength and win some prizes.

Unfortunately, P·B was rife with bad guys who never gave them the chance.

They had a little over ten kilometers left to cover, and less than three hours remaining when taking into account the time penalties.

This was the final test of will—fail to arrive, and you're out!

As they marched on, 'Radar' heard some noise from behind. He looked back to find a 15-man team approaching.

They were fully armed, covered in white dust, just as weary, but they had started to pick up the pace in this final stretch.

'Radar' glanced at 'Chameleon', frowning with frustration. Hesitating, he said, "What do we do? Do we still go for the top place?"

The members of Rabbit Squad picked up on the meaning behind 'Radar's words; the deputy commander felt obliged to remind everyone...

This wasn't real warfare but a competitive selection. If they sped up, they could easily leave the others behind.

Bolstered by their earlier excitement, they had ratcheted up the intensity of counter-ambush battles. They had thrown the rhythms of both the Colombians and Bolivians into disarray, pushing them to their limits.

However, Rabbit Squad had undergone more scientific and rigorous training. With seasoned veteran NCOs like Bullhorn and Solon reminding them, their reserves of endurance and supplies were in better standing than those of their two allied contingents.

'Chameleon' looked at his teammates and then at the Colombians and Bolivians who had fought beside him. He saw a few injured laggards, and after a long silence, he clenched his teeth and said, "Together, all of us together!"

'Radar' let out a slight sigh of relief hearing 'Chameleon's decision. He smiled and said, "That's better. No one left behind, no one abandoned!"

Then looking at 'Mountain Demon', who had been silent throughout the discussion, 'Radar' said, "Mountain Demon, you have no objections, right?"

'Mountain Demon', the one with the strongest competitive spirit in the Rabbit Squad, paused for a few seconds after hearing the deputy commander's question before replying, "I want to be first, but I won't climb over my own people to get there...

The road ahead is still long..."

With that, 'Mountain Demon', the only Han Chinese young man, looked ahead at the seemingly endless highway. His lips cracked into a smile as he said, "85 kilometers is just the beginning. There are more challenges ahead, and I trust that the selection will have a top scorer by the end. Just don't blame me when it comes down to it..."

'Dandelion' grabbed 'Mountain Demon's backpack strap with contempt and said, "Oh great hero, seeing as you still have the energy, maybe you could carry some stuff for a little lady, and also let me have a sip of your water..."

As a man who kept his distance from women's allure, 'Mountain Demon' looked disdainfully at 'Dandelion' and said, "I saw you wasting water to wash your face. No deal..."

'Dandelion' imagined beating up 'Mountain Demon' into a pig-headed figure with her hand morphing into various shapes, then resignedly hung a towing rope on his backpack and continued onward with a sigh...

'Dandelion's actions signaled to the others as 'Bai Xiong', who had made the most mistakes during the night, voluntarily stopped to let a lightly wounded Colombian attach a towing strap to his back.

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All moved by the Colombian's heartfelt 'no need to thank me', 'Bai Xiong' set off, head down and pushing forward.

There was a difference between those who had undergone special forces training and ordinary people. In the final ten-plus kilometers, they maintained a pace of 6 kilometers an hour for the last stretch.

When they caught sight of the P·B camp, even after the time penalties, they still had about 20 minutes to spare.

Completely exhausted by that point, once they crossed the white line marking the finish, most of them collapsed like puppets with their strings cut, too tired to care about the heat emanating from the ground as they lay breathing heavily.

'Chameleon' couldn't hold up either. He grabbed a bottle of water and sat in the shadow of a tent. Just as he was about to take a hearty drink, the sound of an explosion in the distance caused him to jump up.

About two kilometers away, on a Gobi mountain ridge, thick smoke billowed into the air followed by continuous echoes of gunfire...

'Chameleon' instinctively jumped up, ready to lead others to check with caution. Then he saw the owner of P·B approaching with two others, dispensing water while greeting those who had made it.

Confusedly taking the bottle of mineral water handed to him by Qiao the boss, he was about to ask what had happened when he heard Qiao announce loudly, "See where the smoke is coming from? There's about 25 terrorists trapped there. Now I need some volunteers to strike their rear, to help our people take them down."

As Qiao Ga looked around at the dumbfounded crowd, he added with a smile, "This is for real, people will die! However, not participating won't affect your further assessments, so feel free to choose!"