Then, after everyone saw Andrew Adams run inside, they followed without hesitation and quickly disappeared into the tall, dense forest.

The good thing about the forest is that you don’t have to worry about threats from helicopters above, nor about anyone spotting your movements from the sky. The only concern is the unknown dangers ahead.

After entering the forest, Andrew Adams slowed down and said to everyone, “This is my backyard. Just follow in my footsteps.”

Watching Andrew Adams stroll along as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard, everyone couldn’t help but be amazed. At the same time, they felt completely convinced and relieved, letting go of their worries. With someone familiar leading the way and weapons in hand to boost their courage, there was really nothing to fear from the pursuers behind.

After walking for a short while, they heard shouting from behind—it was clear the enemy was catching up. Judging by the sounds, there were quite a few of them. Although they were just regular troops, a few notches below special forces, even a hero can’t withstand a crowd, a fierce tiger can’t fight off a pack of wolves, and a good man can’t resist a determined woman, right? In short, things could get deadly.

Being chased by a large army is never a good thing; it easily exposes your position and intentions. David Bolton frowned, looking at Andrew Adams running ahead, barefoot and completely unafraid of being hurt by stones or anything else on the ground. Unable to contain his curiosity, he asked, “Brother Wuji, is there any way to shake them off?”

Andrew Adams stopped and looked at David Bolton, saying, “There is a way, but it’ll take a bit of time.”

“Let’s hear it,” David Bolton asked quickly.

“In the forest, no matter how many people you have, you can’t beat the wild beasts. The best way to attract them is with blood,” Andrew Adams said.

“You mean we should fight? Spill some enemy blood and then lure the beasts to help us?” David Bolton asked for confirmation. “But the beasts don’t recognize people—they could cause us trouble too.”

“Don’t worry. Like I said, this is my backyard,” Andrew Adams replied. “If you agree, there’s a great spot for an ambush just ahead.”

“Alright, let’s do it. If they dare chase me, I’ll knock their teeth out,” David Bolton said fiercely. It was clear that being hunted these past days had left him full of pent-up anger.

As soon as everyone heard there was going to be a fight, they cheered excitedly. After being stifled for so long, they really needed to let off some steam.

The site was quickly chosen. They were all soldiers and knew how to use the terrain to their advantage, protecting themselves while striking the enemy. Brian Clark, the demolition expert, wanted to set up a few traps—maybe some booby traps or landmines—but David Bolton pulled him back. The plan this time was just to injure a few people; there was no need to go all out. Weapons were limited, so it was better to save them for later.

When everyone heard it was just a small skirmish, their interest dropped, but they soon got excited again—after all, it was better than not fighting at all.

After several rounds of spoils, everyone had gained quite a bit. Each person carried a sniper rifle and an AK47 for assault, along with plenty of grenades and bullets—they were well equipped.

A big battle was about to break out. Everyone switched off the safety on their sniper rifles and lay on the ground like logs, motionless and focused on the front. They were sharp and powerful, true elite soldiers, instantly entering combat mode.

Among them, the most relaxed was actually Andrew Adams. Besides a large bow, all he had left was a machete—the military knife had already been returned to Ethan Foster, since it had Ethan Foster’s name on it. No matter how much Andrew Adams liked it, he understood not to take what belonged to others.

David Bolton kept his eyes and ears open in all directions. Seeing Andrew Adams lying on the ground looking bored, chewing on a blade of grass with a contented look, occasionally sneaking glances at everyone’s sniper rifles with a hint of envy and curiosity in his eyes, he couldn’t help but laugh and said, “Brother Wuji, come here.”

When Andrew Adams leapt over and lay down beside him, David Bolton patted the weapon in his hands and said, “Let me teach you something. This is an AMR 15mm sniper rifle. It’s unique in that it uses a bullpup design, shortening the overall length. To achieve greater power, the rifling in the barrel has been removed. It holds five rounds, but can also use the 8- or 10-round magazines currently in development.”

Then, pointing to the scope and other components, he continued, “The optical scope has a 10x magnification. At a distance of 800 meters, it can penetrate a 40mm thick rolled homogeneous armor plate and has a good ‘secondary fragmentation effect.’ The Austrians can use this gun against light armored vehicles, helicopters, aircraft on the tarmac, fuel tanks, supply depots, and radar systems. It’s practically a ‘cannon’ in the hands of infantry—a real beast, the manliest of men’s weapons.”

As for firearms knowledge, to be honest, Andrew Adams wasn’t very interested. David Bolton could tell from Andrew Adams’s reaction and guessed that what Andrew Adams really wanted to know was how to shoot. So he explained simply, “A sniper, put simply, is someone who lies in wait at a distance, takes out the target with a single headshot, and leaves immediately after completing the mission.”