Luo Jun was still unaware of the women's plight, nor did he dare imagine it. The worst case scenario was that Jones had killed them all.
Regardless, rescuing these survivors was the most important task at hand.
Luo Jun followed them stealthily, constantly seeking an opportunity to attack them, for they had not yet rested, marching in a line. Using grenades against them in this formation would greatly reduce the casualties.
So, Luo Jun waited for them to rest. In such a formation, when resting, the survivors would often be herded together in one group, while the mercenaries would form their own circle.
The best plan would be to wait until nightfall.
When they pitched their tents and slept, Luo Jun could first kill the sentries, then toss grenades into their tents.
Sleeping in tents, once grenades were tossed in, there would be practically no chance of escape.
This was the nightmare of soldiers engaged in jungle or mountain warfare.
Some soldiers who returned alive from the battlefield subsequently suffered from claustrophobia, not only avoiding sleeping in tents but also refusing to take elevators and the like.
In severe cases, they would not even sleep in comfortable houses, opting to sleep on the rooftop in a beach chair every night.
Under the gloomy sunlight, they marched over ten more kilometers. The sun would set in half an hour.
They stopped at a clearing that had been logged before, evidently where the previous squad had camped!
Luo Jun knew that the route he was informed of did not lead here. Jones had clearly lied to him, only revealing half of the route.
Now Luo Jun suspected Jones. He might even know the exact location of the mysterious island's heart!
He had intentionally disclosed only half the route, just enough to deal with these people. The coordinates of the heart would be of immense value to anyone.
Jones had most likely betrayed them for this valuable intelligence.
Pondering this, Luo Jun carefully hid under a short tree, observing their every move.
They ordered the survivors to gather dry firewood from the surrounding forest. Those with axes simply chopped down dead or fallen trees.
Soon, they brought back a five-meter-long dry tree trunk.
It was a tree struck by lightning. They trimmed the branches, laid it on the ground, and lit bonfires at both ends and the middle, using the thick trunk as the core fuel.
The bonfires were large enough to last them through the night.
Due to the limited clearing, they could only pitch two tents. The mercenaries would have to take turns resting in them, with eight people at a time, leaving eight or nine mercenaries on sentry duty.
This situation was far more difficult than Luo Jun had imagined.
They were all experienced mercenaries. Luo Jun would either have to sneak close and toss grenades into the tents, or directly at the bonfires. Either way, only a few would be killed.
The survivors were not far away, so the grenade shrapnel would undoubtedly injure them too.
If he used his pistol to shoot at them, even with his rapid rate of fire, he could only manage five or six shots per second. These were mercenaries seasoned in killing. If he exposed himself, he would likely be riddled with bullets.
Considering everything, Luo Jun decided to blow up the mercenaries outside the tents.
The reason was simple: the mercenaries outside the tents were alert, capable of inflicting casualties and mobile, while those inside, even if awakened by the sounds of battle, would be unable to immediately join the fight. As they emerged from the tents, Luo Jun could still shoot at them.
As for the nearby survivors, Luo Jun could only leave them to their fate.
After all, he was alone, and saving so many people would inevitably require some sacrifice.
Luo Jun found a tree and crouched beneath it, waiting patiently for their rest period, then he would act when the mercenaries in the tents were asleep.
Five hours later, they finally began to rest.
With nine mercenaries on sentry duty, there were only eight in the tents.
Luo Jun still did not act, waiting until they were fully asleep and the sentries grew weary before making his move.
As for Luo Jun himself, he was not tired at all, nor would he be, for he was one man against seventeen armed mercenaries. Such a dangerous adversarial situation allowed him to maintain intense focus.
An ordinary person would undoubtedly be tense.
But Luo Jun, with his strict military training and abundant combat experience, had long since transformed such battlefield tension into a moment of adrenaline rush.
Generally, in such a battle, he could stay awake for three days and three nights.
New recruits on the battlefield exhibited a similar trait, sleeping soundly only after utter exhaustion. But for veterans, being unable to sleep was an entirely different concept.
For the former, it was anxiety and fear. For the latter, it was a contradictory combination of exhilaration and vigilance.
Three more hours passed, and Luo Jun noticed that the sentries were growing weary. Initially, they had been very alert, likely worried that something might happen, for their previous squad members had mysteriously disappeared or gone insane. They could not possibly ignore such a situation.
But until now, there had been no disturbance, allowing their taut nerves to relax as drowsiness set in.
Not only did Luo Jun have two sniper rifles, but he also had several pistols taken from the bodies of snipers, as well as eight grenades!
He only needed to toss out three, then draw his dual pistols to finish the job.
Luo Jun stealthily crept closer, reaching a clump of dense bushes. He removed three grenades, clenching the pull rings in his teeth. Taking aim, he pulled the rings, silently counting 1001, 1002, 1003!
Three seconds later, he immediately tossed them out.
The mercenaries gathered around the three bonfires saw the grenades suddenly drop in front of them, their pupils dilating in shock.
"Get down!"
Someone shouted, immediately dropping to the ground, but it was too late. With a thunderous boom, the three grenades exploded simultaneously, sending a massive shockwave outward like a violent gale.
The sparks from the bonfires were also scattered into the air, instantly darkening the environment.
"Damn it!" Luo Jun cursed, his lack of jungle warfare experience causing him to overlook this.
Relying on his memory and the faint light, he drew his pistols and rapidly fired at the tents, hitting whatever he could.
After emptying both pistols, he stopped.
The forest fell silent, no one daring to make a sound.
Whoever made a noise now would draw fire from the darkness. The survivors were also men with a keen sense of danger. They were probably lying flat on the ground, motionless.
Luo Jun discarded the empty pistols and took out two fresh ones.
He decided to make those survivors take the risk!
Although inhumane, he had to do it, or else everyone would die here!

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"