On the High Mountain Plain, the Colonel led his men forward in a fan formation, advancing quickly under the cover of dense shrubs. An invisible sense of foreboding filled the air. The Colonel was unable to contain his excitement; ahead lay the national enemy. No matter the outcome, it was a great feat, with the chance to exchange his Colonel rank for that of a Senior Colonel or even a Major General.
Excited by the thought, the Colonel, now just two or three hundred meters away, stopped hiding his tracks and quickly ordered the troops to charge. Nearly a hundred men surged forward from different angles, like a pack of wolves suddenly emerging from the forest, guns repeatedly roaring. Suddenly, they noticed that the targets had not been aware even at two or three hundred meters. These were not well-trained Special Forces; among them were many ordinary police officers whose infiltration skills were not formidable, easily exposing their whereabouts.
