"Boom!"
A rocket-propelled grenade streaked through the air, flames trailing behind it, and slammed directly into the tent. The distance was so close that no one could see what was happening before the tent was obliterated into pieces. Hidden among the bamboo grove, over twenty men charged towards the former position of the tent. It was clear from their numbers—this was an entire platoon.
The tent was simplistic. The rocket's explosion not only shredded it but also incinerated the fabric in an instant. Yet, curiously, the ground revealed no corpses or remnants of flesh. This discovery caused the advancing men to tense up immediately.
"Platoon leader, the targets are gone," one man exclaimed, his voice tinged with surprise.
Another man quickly snapped, "Search! Form teams, they must be nearby. Under no circumstances can we let these terrorists escape alive." This person was undoubtedly the platoon leader.
