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The military truck with a red cross on its side jolted with every bump and pothole in the pathetic excuse for a road, speeding through the dense tropical forest, weaving between tangled vines.
"Fuck, bitch, drive more carefully, you’re not hauling rocks!" Samuel snarled, slamming his fist against the partition separating the driver’s cabin from the back, where the wounded soldiers lay.
He winced at the sudden flare of pain—his own right side was bleeding badly. His arm bore bullet wounds, and his leg was shredded with shrapnel from an explosion.
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- Part 3 of Rules of Engagement
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07 May 2026