Four typical South American faces, all pale and gaunt. Their clothes were ragged, their rifles rusted, and each averaged fewer than thirty bullets.
Scouts are supposed to be elite. If nothing else, their weapons and ammo should be fully equipped. But these four scouts only had four rifles, two grenades in total, no pistols, not even flashlights—only one among them had one.
Are these really scouts?
Gao Guang scrutinized the belongings carried by the four of them. After getting a rough idea of the situation, he finally asked in Spanish, "What are you all here for?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Gao Guang felt a bit foolish for asking.
"We're here to scout."
The leader of the four looked calm, but his calmness stemmed from despair. Even he himself thought there was no way out of this situation, so having given up all hope, his demeanor seemed that much more composed.
Gao Guang couldn't help but say, "You came for reconnaissance like this?"
"Yes."
