The sharp cracks of paint rifle fire echoed through the trees, blending with the sound of soldiers maneuvering across the battlefield.
The second skirmish had begun.
Two squads were now locked in an intense firefight, each side searching for an opening, every soldier struggling to hold their ground under the relentless assault. There was no more time for elaborate plans—only split-second decisions and pure survival instincts.
Amidst the chaos, a man strolled calmly toward his new team—neither rushing nor hesitating. The enemy's focus was no longer on him.
Hans, already eliminated, was no longer considered a threat.
Someone approached him—a tall man with a sharp expression. He walked with unshakable confidence, weaving between his teammates as if the battlefield around him was nothing more than a stage he had already mastered.
"I didn't expect you to get caught, Hans," the man remarked, his voice calm yet laced with an unmistakable weight.
