Sunny's voice was firm and steady as he gave the order. "Rodriguez, fire at will."
Rodriguez nodded and squeezed the trigger, the RPG soaring through the air and striking the enemy's position with a deafening explosion.
As the RPG hit its mark, Sunny turned to two of the soldiers who were still inside the humvee. "You two, check the situation in the blown truck. See if there's anyone left alive."
The two soldiers, along with two others who were also inside the humvee, nodded and moved out, laying down suppressive fire as they approached the wreckage. Jackson, who was still manning the 50-cal, provided covering fire as they moved.
The four soldiers moved cautiously, scanning the area for any signs of enemy movement. They approached the truck from different angles, their rifles at the ready.
As they reached the truck, they saw that it was badly damaged, the front end crushed and smoldering. They carefully made their way around the vehicle, checking for any signs of life.
But there was nothing. The truck's interior was a charred and smoldering ruin, the bodies of the two soldiers who had been driving it beyond recognition.
The soldiers quickly returned to the humvee, their faces grim. "They're gone," one of them reported.
Damn it! Sunny cursed
Sunny's eyes were fixed on the enemy's position, his mind racing with possibilities. Rodriguez had fired the RPG, and now there was an eerie silence from the enemy's side.
Sunny's voice was firm and urgent as he gave the order. "Alright, let's get moving! Everyone, back to the humvee! We need to cover the truck and get the hostages to safety!"
The soldiers quickly moved to obey, their faces set in determined expressions. They sprinted back to the humvee, their rifles at the ready.
As they reached the vehicle, Sunny directed them to take up positions, covering the truck and its precious cargo. "Davis, get the truck moving! We need to get the hostages out of here, now!"
Davis nodded and quickly got the truck moving, its engines roaring as it began to pick up speed. The humvee fell in behind it, Sunny's soldiers providing a protective escort.
Sunny's eyes were fixed on the surrounding area, his mind racing with possibilities. Had they taken out the enemy, or were they just regrouping? He knew they couldn't afford to let their guard down, not yet.
Some of the soldiers started to complain, their voices low and murmuring. "We can't just leave them behind," one of them said. "We have to bring their bodies with us."
Sunny's face was grim as he turned to face them. "I understand how you feel, but we can't afford to carry their bodies with us right now. We have to prioritize the living, and that means getting the hostages to safety."
One of the soldiers, a young private, spoke up. "But sir, it doesn't feel right just leaving them behind."
Sunny's voice was firm but compassionate. "I know it doesn't, but sometimes we have to make tough choices. If any of you can gather the ashes and parts of the four men who were in that truck, feel free to do so. But you'll have to meet us back at camp. We can't wait for you."
The soldiers nodded, their faces somber. They knew Sunny was right, but it was hard to leave their fallen comrades behind.
Sunny's eyes narrowed as he peered out of the humvee's window, his rifle at the ready. The enemy had started returning fire, their bullets whizzing past the vehicle's armor.
Sunny tried to lay down suppressive fire, but his aim was off due to the bumping of the struck humvee. He didn't care, though - he switched his rifle to full auto and poured a hail of bullets in the enemy's direction.
The humvee's window shattered, but Sunny kept firing, his rifle bucking wildly in his hands. He was trying to keep the enemy's heads down, to give the truck carrying the hostages a clear path to escape.
Bullets whizzed past Sunny's head, but he didn't flinch. He kept firing, his eyes fixed on the enemy's position. The sound of gunfire was deafening, the smell of smoke and sweat filling the air.
The rifle clicked empty, and Sunny cursed under his breath. He didn't have an extra magazine on him, and he knew he had to keep firing.
"Mag!" he shouted to his colleagues, his eyes scanning the interior of the humvee.
One of the soldiers quickly tossed a magazine to Sunny. It sailed through the air, and Sunny caught it mid-air, his hands moving swiftly to reload his rifle.
He slammed the magazine into place, pulled the charging handle, and brought the rifle back up to his shoulder. He resumed firing, his aim still off due to the bumping of the humvee, but his determination unwavering.
The sound of gunfire was deafening, the smell of smoke and sweat filling the air. The other soldiers were firing from the windows of the humvee, laying down a withering field of fire that kept the enemy's heads down.