The supporting elements watched as their teammates secured the hilltop and moved to finish off the remaining enemies.
The platoon leader heaved a sigh of relief at the imminent success of the mission.
Still, regardless of her thoughts, she reminded her subordinates to stay alert. She didn't want anything going wrong at the very last moment.
Just then, a soldier cried out, "On the right, near the foothill—are those squirters?"
"Where?"
The platoon leader sprinted over, knelt beside the soldier, and followed her line of sight.
She raised her binoculars with thermal vision and spotted several figures running downhill—fast, yet cautious enough not to trip and kill themselves.
"Snipe them all, soldier," she ordered.
The female soldier went prone, carefully aimed the DShK, and fired a burst. The platoon leader observed the impacts and saw several hits land.
She even caught a glimpse of a gruesome sight—one figure torn in half at the waist, another's head bursting apart.
