Chapter 1955: Alone

The lieutenant of the Jungle Cat Force suddenly changed his face when he heard the explosion, and rushed to the explosion site, "What's the matter?"
"Another hand grenade, or a tripwire trigger setting. Our people didn't notice it." An American soldier supported his fallen companion in shock and said loudly, "Medical soldiers, we need help here!"
"This bastard!" The lieutenant was obviously out of control.
"Calm down, Lieutenant. He is trying to provoke us. Your impulse like this is what the other party wants to see most." Mr. K walked over and said in a deep voice, "He set the grenade on the path he walked. Utilizing the cover of the jungle and the delicate elastic branches, the grenade detonated with a delay, and it was set up as a booby mine specifically to deal with the column.
"Yes, sir, it was triggered by the first person in the team to track him, but it did not explode immediately, but after two people passed. He used tripwires and small plants that can be seen everywhere in the woods to set a delay. Mechanism. This technique is very unusual." A US soldier whispered.
Looking at the wounded soldiers, the lieutenant held back his anger, "This is a method often used by Colombian guerrillas, and using elastic branches as organ traps is an improvement of the Malay hunting device. Who are we going to deal with?"
"No matter who this person is, he must be an experienced mercenary." Mr. K squatted down to check the explosion point, and said in a low voice, "He can make this grenade explode at a closer distance, and it will be even more Fatal. But he chose to place the grenade a little further away.
The purpose is clear, what he wants is not the explosive power, but the kill range. He didn't want to kill us, but wanted us to have more wounded. Use the wounded to slow down our pursuit speed. "
"He wanted to slow down our pursuit speed. In addition to real booby traps, he also arranged a lot of fakes. Tie a thin thread at random to stop our troops from advancing for ten minutes. And if we choose to ignore this Fake appearance, then the real booby traps will suddenly appear, making people hard to guard against. Who is this guy?" The lieutenant frowned.
Mr. K groaned, "I also want to know who he is. The lieutenant left the wounded, and the others continued to pursue. I suddenly felt that we were very close to this person."
"The wounded stay, and there will be another person who will look after them. The others continue to search, pay attention to the trap." The lieutenant nodded.
Lin Rui stopped by the river and looked around vigilantly. In addition to killing a few US troops, the explosion just now was also a reminder to him. The sound of the explosion could remind him of the current position of the US troops. It was obvious that they were less than two kilometers away from Lin Rui. If it weren't for the dense jungle, they should even be able to see him with the naked eye.
Moreover, this section of the road just now is not too difficult. For these two kilometers, these American soldiers will arrive in about ten minutes at most. Lin Rui looked around. It was close to a river valley. The forest in front was dense and the road was difficult. It was obvious that his escape speed could not match the speed of chasing soldiers.
He estimated the sum of the speeds of the two sides. Even if he is on his way now, he will be caught up in twenty minutes. At that time, he will face several platoons of American firepower. Lin Rui frowned slightly and immediately made a decision.
He walked quickly to the river, set the last piece of c4 on his body for ten minutes, and then installed it on a driftwood in the river. The driftwood will always float downstream, and the speed will be much faster than his walking speed. In this way, when the U.S. military arrives nearby, they will hear explosions downstream. This will attract the attention of the U.S. military and draw them farther away.
After doing all this, Lin Rui tightened the bandage of the wound and quickly went into the water. He did not hesitate to coat his whole body with black mud, not even letting go of his head and face, until he completely painted himself into a clay figure, he crawled down against the river bank. The soft soil of the tropical rain forest makes him and the surrounding soil look the same.
Even if someone walked up to him, he would never think that there was a person hidden in this mud.
A little bit of time passed. When Lin Rui finished all this, he could already see the distant tree shadows shaking. He steadily controlled his breathing, making himself absolutely quiet and motionless. This is a gambling operation. What he bet was that these American soldiers walked around the river to search at most, instead of walking into this quagmire.
The shadow of the tree shook, and an American soldier had already emerged from the woods, and then made a careful gesture behind him. Later, heavily armed American troops emerged. The lead scout among them said loudly, "He has been here. There are footprints on the ground here."
The lieutenant walked over and took a look, frowning, "The footprints are very clear, they should have been shed recently, it seems that he has gone downstream. We are close to him, continue to pursue!"
"Stop the lieutenant." Mr. K stopped him. "Slightly slow. The person we are chasing is too cunning. You can't believe any direct traces. Maybe this is another trap that got us hooked."
"But this footprint will never lie?" The lieutenant frowned. "Here is near the river, and the surrounding soil is moist. He may have left it unintentionally. He is also alone, and he flees in such a hurry, he will make mistakes. Sir, are you too careful?"
"This opponent is completely different from anyone I've seen before. It can actually escape so far with a wounded body. A booby trap was set up midway and wounded several of us. I don't believe that a person who was hunted so intensely, Those who can still set booby traps calmly will leave footprints because of a moment of panic." Mr. K whispered.
Lin Rui's heart moved slightly, this Mr. K is really not easy to deal with. The false clues he left did not cause him any trouble.
Mr. K waved his hand, "Don't rush to chase, let's search the area around here."
"Let's search the nearby area and don't continue chasing?" The lieutenant was a little hard to understand.
Mr. K nodded, "He is injured. I don't believe his physical strength can continue to support him to run further. Moreover, my instinct tells me that this footprint is definitely an illusion."
"But we also searched the jungle nearby, and there is no trace of anyone passing by." The lieutenant whispered.
"Oh, where, where is the grass by the river?" Mr. K frowned.
"There is no one to hide there, another team of ours checked it. Or, I have someone to check it again?" the lieutenant whispered.
"It doesn't have to be so troublesome." Mr. K stretched out his hand and took off a m4a1 rifle in the hands of the US military, and fired at the grass by the river beach. The bullet shells kept falling on the ground, and the grass was beaten up and the debris was flying.