The survivors of our team did not stay too long by the river, firstly, because almost all of us were injured, and John was more serious, but fortunately, Carl organized the work more meticulously, he brought a medical team, and did some treatment for us, especially John, but John needed to go to a hospital with good conditions. Second, the guerrillas do not seem to have much desire to attack, and it is clear from the self-defense forces that have come to the river that the guerrillas have not moved towards the river on a large scale.

We drove overnight to Pablo's estate, and Carl was with us, and he had already contacted the people to get John back home as soon as possible. I asked him if we were done with the mission, as we'd already had more than half of us dead, and Pablo's performance so far had been very disappointing.

Karl did not answer this question positively, saying that it was too early to discuss the issue at this time, and that he would have to wait until the end of the conflict between the two sides and the comparison of all the information before he could reach a conclusion.

Not only was I not satisfied with such an answer, but Walker even sneered at Carl. However, Carl is obviously not a stingy person, he should be an experienced person who has been in this industry for a long time, and he just shook his head helplessly and did not speak in response to Walker's ridicule.

John woke up once, not very excited about his own injury, but calmly accepted the reality. He sighed heavily after asking me what had happened after he had passed out and how many people were still alive, and a moment later, as if jokingly, that this time it was the same time that I had helped him out of danger because he had been caught up by the Russians in the Chechen woods.

I shook my head, in fact, this time it was Pablo who finally got smart and chose to give it a go and fight off the wizards, otherwise we would all die there. John didn't speak, but reached out and shook my hand as if to show gratitude.

A day later we rushed back to Pablo's estate, where a helicopter was already waiting when we arrived. After boarding John in the helicopter, the plane took off and quickly disappeared from view.

Carl was visibly relieved to see John safely put on the plane. He smiled at us lightly and patted me on the shoulder, "Don't worry. He'll be fine. He then immediately set up a car to return to the river to meet Pablo again.

After watching him leave, Walker and I looked at each other and could tell that we didn't know what to do at the moment. Walker looked at the other three, "Shall we have something to eat?" ”

The other three were stunned for a moment, and then one said, "You should drink Pablo's good wine again." ”

Walker smiled, "So what are we waiting for?" As he spoke, he looked at me and pointed to the three of them, "You don't know each other yet, do you?" Then he pointed to me and said to the three, "He's a gypsy." He had fought in Chechnya with my brother and John before. ”

Walker then introduced me from left to right: "This is Mendez, nicknamed Mighty Mouse. ”

I looked at the small but strong man in front of me, and I did feel like a strong mouse, and I reached out and shook his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you and fight together." I spoke.

"Next up is Bunch." Walker pointed to a tall, lanky man in the middle, and said, "He's a former member of the Navy's armed reconnaissance team, just like John. ”

"Finally, there's Scott. Served in the Rangers. Walker gestured to the last man with a beard and a shaved head.

I shook hands with each other again and greeted each other. Walker stood aside, and as soon as I finished speaking, he patted me on the shoulder and said, "No more fake greetings." Let's go get down to business. ”

As he said that, he beckoned us to walk towards Pablo's big house, and I burst out laughing after walking a few steps. Walker wondered, "What's funny?" ”

I shook my head, "You know what? I think we're funny. We had just come out of the pile of dead people, but we had only known each other before. Isn't that funny? ”

Walker smiled at my words, but his smile was somewhat bitter, "That's what it is." Often at zero hour, they are brought together to perform a task together, and may know more about their opponents than their peers. And no one wants to see the people they are familiar with die one by one, and it may be better if they are not familiar. ”

We walked around the house without finding anything to eat, and finally found a table to eat for ourselves in place of Mr. Steward, who had gone to the river to meet Pablo's housekeeper.

The meal wasn't a good one, although they did get Pablo's wine out. But for this fight with the wizard, each of us felt scared and unwilling.

After the meal I went out for a walk alone, and then I found that there were fortifications in many places outside the manor, and the trenches connected the fortifications in all directions, which were not yet finished, and the workers were still working. Karl was really a careful guy, and even though he had already thought that the guerrillas would not launch a large-scale counteroffensive, he still did not give up his previous plan.

Two days later, Pablo returned with the remnants of his defeated army. There were a lot fewer people coming back than when they set out, not only because of the losses in the battle, but also because I found that many of the princes of the Self-Defense Army did not come back together this time, and it seems that they went home with their respective teams.

The whole team stopped under the big house, where the fortifications had been erected at the moment. Carl and Pablo walked directly to the big house, and seeing that their faces were not good, it seemed that they were ready to go back and quarrel.

I saw the oil bottle in the crowd, and he was sitting on the ground with a decadent face, looking at the ground with both eyes. Pablo's sister, Miranda, is tending to a wound on her body.

I walked over to him, got in front of him and kicked him in the leg. He was noticeably unresponsive, looked up and looked at me without speaking.

"What? Scared stupefied? I asked, a little jokingly.

The oil bottle didn't answer immediately, but my question made him seem a little flustered, as if he remembered something terrible. Miranda on the side was obviously distressed about her good friend, although she shouldn't understand what I said, but when she saw the expression of the oil bottle, she said to me dissatisfiedly: "Please leave." I'm going to take care of his wounds. ”

I ignored the woman, I sat down directly next to the oil bottle, pulled out a cigarette and said, "What happened to you?" How could it be beaten like that so quickly? ”

I lit a cigarette and handed it to the oil bottle. The oil bottle took the cigarette and was stunned, took a hard puff, and sighed after being choked and coughed several times in a row: "I don't know." I don't know why it suddenly became like that. After saying that, he took a hard puff of his cigarette.

I patted him on the shoulder, stood up and said, "If I can come back alive." "I'm not going to ask him any more, he's completely unfit to answer questions in his current state. It seems that I can only listen to the quarrel between Carl and Pablo. As I walked all the way back to the big house, the scene on the road could only be described as miserable, either the members of the Self-Defense Forces were crying with joy and joy in hugging their families, or the bereaved family members were crying bitterly, and even more so, the companions comforted each other.

Before I could enter the big house, I heard Pablo and Carl arguing. At the gate stands Córdoba. Códobá's injured left eye was useless, and he was now a one-eyed cordoba. He looked at me and didn't stop me from entering.

Carl and Pablo argued without closing the door to the conference room, and I can probably tell from their conversation that Carl accuses Pablo of not listening to persuasion and causing this heavy loss, completely ignoring the efforts and interests of his allies.

Pablo, on the other hand, argued that the interests of his allies could only be best served by fighting, and that his offensive decision was right, and that it was only tactical, not strategic, that he was wrong.

Karl may have been furious, mocking the stupidity of Pablo's strategy in an almost shouting voice, and telling Pablo in a loud voice as if announcing that Pablo's forces who had previously surrendered to Pablo because of their elimination of Silva had rebelled again during Pablo's massive rout, and that all of Silva's territory had been thrown into the guerrillas. Karl denounced Pablo as an idiot who didn't care about his head and tail, and finally couldn't care about both. And this fiasco has caused the cohesion of the SDF to decline again, and Karl threatens that if this continues, then Pablo had better prepare to go with him to the United States, because soon there will be no place for him here. After Carl finished speaking, he angrily walked out of the conference room and walked to his room.

Pablo was also visibly depressed, and after Carl walked out, he chased him out and shouted in Spanish, until the sound of Carl's door closing, and then he gasped and limped to the conference room.

In the evening, Cal, who had calmed down, found Pablo again. The two entered the conference room again, this time not only closing the door, but also not seeming to quarrel again. And after I had finished my dinner, the oil bottle came to me, and it seemed that he was ready to tell the nightmare of that night.