"I have a way. I'm free now. Who wants to test this thing for me?" Andrew Adams said, pointing at the gun beside him.

"I'll do it." Ethan Foster picked up a gun, skillfully released the safety, and said, "The MSG90 military sniper rifle uses a barrel with a smaller diameter and lighter weight. At the front end of the barrel, there's a 22.5mm diameter sleeve. It looks like a muzzle brake, but the sleeve doesn't have any braking or flash suppression function; it's just to add weight to the muzzle and suppress barrel vibration when firing. In addition, since the sleeve's diameter is the same as the PSG-1's barrel, the MSG90 can be fitted with the PSG-1's silencer. The MSG90's plastic stock is also lighter than the PSG-1's, and the stock length is adjustable, as is the cheek rest height. The barrel and stock are the main differences between the MSG90 and the PSG-1. Like the PSG-1, the MSG90 can be used with either a bipod or a tripod for shooting. Although the tripod is more stable, as a field rifle, the bipod is more suitable."

As Ethan Foster spoke, he picked up another gun and said, "The Type 56 7.62mm assault rifle, commonly known as the Type 56 submachine gun, is officially named the 1956 submachine gun. In recent years, it's also been renamed as an assault rifle. It's a copy of the Soviet AK-47 7.62mm assault rifle. With the bayonet folded, its total length is 874mm; with the bayonet extended, 1100mm; barrel length is 415mm; magazine capacity is 30 rounds; effective range is 400m; point-blank range is 275m; unloaded weight with magazine is 4.03kg; muzzle velocity is 710–730m/s; theoretical rate of fire is 600rpm."

It was clear that Ethan Foster was very familiar with guns. He picked up another and said, "The Type 79 7.62mm light submachine gun is the first light submachine gun designed and manufactured in China, commonly known as the 'jungle submachine gun.' Its automatic mechanism uses a gas-operated principle; it adopts a rotating bolt rigid locking mechanism, a rotating hammer, and a firing mechanism controlled by a selector for single or automatic fire; it also has a safety. The Type 79 uses a short-stroke piston gas operation. Because the gas port is set in the high-pressure area of the barrel, the rate of fire reaches over 1,000 rounds per minute, with a recoil speed of 11.5 meters per second. The Type 79 is convenient for use in vehicles or narrow terrain. Magazine capacity is 20 rounds, gun weight is 1.9kg, and with the stock folded, the length is 470mm."

Next, Ethan Foster went on to describe the performance, uses, and operation of the AK47 and some grenades nearby. Andrew Adams listened with great enjoyment, itching to pick up a gun and fire off a burst. The life of the military camp, firearms, combat, and iron-blooded brotherhood is always a man's inner dream.

After a while, David Bolton slowly woke up, letting out a soft cough. Everyone gathered around, expressing their concern, occasionally feeling his forehead. Once they confirmed his fever had subsided, they all relaxed and were overjoyed. The snake meat was also cooked. Although it lacked salt, oil, and seasoning, everyone ate heartily. Maybe it was because it had been a long time since they'd eaten so well. What they'd prepared wasn't enough at all, so Jack Carter took action, chopped up the remaining snake meat, put it in a steel helmet, and stewed it. The delicious flavor of the stewed snake meat was even better than roasted.

With food replenished, everyone's strength and spirits improved, and their hope for survival grew. Captain David Bolton also drank a lot of snake soup and felt much better. He asked about what had happened, and Ethan Foster recounted everything in detail, especially the part where Andrew Adams fought the giant python. As he spoke, his face was full of admiration.

After listening, David Bolton smiled at Andrew Adams and said, "I've taken the liberty to call you little brother. Little brother, I owe you my life. Such a great favor needs no thanks. From now on, we're brothers through life and death."

"You're too kind, Mr. Bolton." Andrew Adams scratched the back of his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"If only we'd met you earlier, brother," David Bolton muttered to himself, his eyes growing moist, as if recalling something sad. The others' expressions also turned somber, and the mood became heavy.

After a while, David Bolton said, "Little brother, please don't mind. There are rules in the army, and some things I can't tell you. I hope you understand. I feel much better now, and my foot is warm and comfortable. I didn't expect you to know medicine too. By the way, when would be the best time for us to leave?"

"Three in the morning. What do you all think?" Andrew Adams asked.

"Alright, we'll go with your plan. Listen up, if I fall unconscious again, you all follow little brother's orders," David Bolton instructed. The others nodded in agreement without hesitation. In this forest, no one was confident they could do better than Andrew Adams.

Andrew Adams also smiled and said, "Don't worry. Here, in this primeval forest, this is my territory. If I want to leave, no one can stop me."

He spoke calmly, but everyone could hear the confidence and strength in his words. They believed him.

"Take turns sleeping. Jack Carter, you take the first watch. Ethan Foster, second. Brian Clark, third. One hour each. Get some rest," David Bolton said.

But Andrew Adams quickly stopped them. "If you trust me, then all of you rest. I'll keep watch. Of all of us, I have the best stamina. Besides, I don't need to rest. Sleep soundly, and I'll wake you when it's time."

The others wanted to argue, but David Bolton looked seriously at Andrew Adams and said, "Alright, we'll leave it to you. Everyone, get some sleep."

Hearing the captain's words, no one said another word. Resting well meant having the energy to fight tomorrow, not becoming a burden, and being able to take a bullet for their brothers.