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As Jonas worked to calm Samuel down, the atmosphere inside the vehicle had yet to fully settle when the car's sensors suddenly emitted a piercing alarm. The ominous sound shattered the silence, causing everyone to freeze for a moment, instantly heightening their alertness.
Then, a barrage of bullets began to rattle against the car's exterior, the metallic clanging echoing within the cramped cabin, creating a deafening cacophony. Gunfire erupted from outside, flashes of light flickering through the windows as an intense hail of bullets seemed to rain down upon them endlessly. The bullets struck the vehicle with dull thuds, causing it to shudder as if it might be torn apart at any moment.
Jonas reacted swiftly and decisively, shouting, "Everyone get down! Stay low!" His voice remained clear and strong amidst the chaos of gunfire, and his command immediately prompted the team inside to crouch down, seeking cover from the incoming rounds.
The convoy did not stop; it continued to accelerate along the muddy road, trying to escape this sudden attack. The vehicle jolted violently, and the situation inside grew increasingly tense and chaotic. Samuel's panic reached a new peak as he screamed in terror, his voice filled with despair.
"We're going to die! We're going to die!" Samuel's shrill cries pierced through the air inside the car, and then he suddenly attempted to bolt from his seat, frantically pushing aside his seatbelt as if he had completely lost his mind, desperate to flee from the dangerous vehicle.
Jonas was quick on his feet, realizing that Samuel's actions posed a deadly risk. Without hesitation, he lunged at Samuel, pinning him down on the floor of the car with his body. Samuel struggled wildly in fear, clawing at Jonas in an attempt to break free, but Jonas pressed him firmly against the ground, holding his arms down tightly to prevent any further reckless actions.
"Calm down! Samuel!" Jonas growled, trying to bring him back to reality. "If you go out now, we'll all die! Stay in the car! There's cover here!"
Samuel's breathing was rapid, his face drenched in fearful sweat, but Jonas's words finally began to steady him. His struggles gradually subsided; though his eyes still reflected terror, he no longer attempted to escape from the vehicle.
Bullets continued to crackle against the car's surface as the mercenaries inside maintained their composure, returning fire while their gunshots mingled with those of their attackers, making the scene even more chaotic. The convoy pressed on through this turmoil, striving to navigate through the perilous area.
Jonas kept Samuel pinned down securely, ensuring he wouldn’t make any more dangerous moves while glancing around at the others in the vehicle to confirm they were safe under cover. At that moment, he had to remain utterly calm because any lapse in focus could plunge their team into greater danger. He knew that their only way out was to stay low and keep moving until this ambush ended.
Jonas held Samuel firmly before quickly looking up at Raymond ahead. He shouted with authority and determination that cut through the gunfire: "Raymond! Lead your mercenaries in counterattack! We need to shake these bastards off!"
Raymond nodded decisively without hesitation. He swiftly activated the smart interface on his arm armor, fingers flying over controls as he connected to the car's sensor system. A complex radar image appeared on the screen immediately, showing red dots scattered throughout the surrounding jungle that moved rapidly as the convoy advanced.
"There are at least thirteen enemies in the jungle," Raymond reported calmly, determination flashing in his eyes. He quickly disengaged the safety on his weapon and expertly checked it, ensuring the chamber was loaded before loudly issuing commands.
"Everyone, listen up!" Raymond shouted, his voice echoing inside the vehicle with an irresistible authority. "Covering fire ahead! Flank teams, provide cover for the convoy on both sides! Our objective is to crush the enemy and protect the convoy's advance!"
The mercenaries sprang into action, swiftly finding cover positions and adjusting their shooting angles to prepare for a counterattack. A few mercenaries in front of the convoy opened the vehicle doors first, using the vehicles as shields while aiming their weapons at the enemy positions in the jungle, initiating suppressive fire. The sound of gunfire erupted again as bullets rained down into the depths of the jungle, shell casings clattering to the ground beside the vehicle.
Raymond raised his weapon, slightly crouching against the side of the vehicle, his gaze focused on every red dot in the jungle. He calmly directed the mercenaries' actions, ensuring an even distribution of firepower to maximize suppression of enemy fire while safeguarding the convoy's safety. He knew that in this situation, the only choice was to use overwhelming firepower to keep the enemy at bay and buy time for the convoy to continue moving forward.
Raymond's commands were clear and decisive; his voice rang out amidst the fierce gunfire, ensuring every mercenary knew their position and mission. Each shout and instruction conveyed his steady confidence and battlefield-honed experience. He understood that he had to remain calm at this moment because the survival of the entire team depended on it.
Jonas quickly grabbed his weapon, calmly disengaging the safety before turning to face the other team members inside the vehicle. His mind raced as he analyzed the situation before him, fully aware that panic was their most lethal enemy at this moment. Taking a deep breath, he bellowed in a deep voice, "Everyone, get down as low as possible! Stay low!"
His voice cut through the chaos inside the vehicle, and his command was swiftly obeyed. The team members immediately crouched down, desperately seeking cover from the hail of bullets outside. However, Mocus clearly struggled to control his panic; he was so nervous he could barely speak, trembling as he asked, "Jonas... what is happening? Who attacked us?"
Jonas knew Mocus's fear could spread further among others; he had to stabilize the situation quickly. Despite bullets still striking the vehicle's exterior wildly, Jonas remained calm, looking firmly at Mocus with a steady tone filled with strength. "Stay calm, Mocus! This is likely an attack by locals. They probably targeted our vehicle because we have a lot of supplies onboard—it's quite a tempting target in this area."
Jonas scanned around at other team members to ensure everyone was safe under cover before continuing, "The situation here is very dangerous; warlords and local forces are fragmented and operate independently. A well-equipped convoy like ours can easily attract attention. They might think we're a wealthy merchant caravan or transporting important resources, which is why we've become their target."
He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the window to confirm that the convoy was still moving forward and that the mercenaries' counterattack was gradually suppressing enemy fire. He understood that he needed to keep everyone calm because if anyone lost their composure, it could plunge their operation into greater chaos.
"We've already retaliated; Raymond and the mercenaries are controlling the situation. Right now, it's crucial to stay low and wait for the convoy to exit this area. Don't panic; follow my lead—we will get through this," Jonas's voice was low but carried a resolute strength that instilled a glimmer of hope.
Though Mocus still trembled, Jonas's words seemed to bolster his confidence. He stopped trying to ask more questions and obediently pressed himself lower, striving to stabilize his emotions. The other team members followed Jonas's instructions closely, huddling beneath their seats in an effort to evade external dangers.
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