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The humvee at the back had barely cleared the turn when it struck the mine. The explosion was immense, a deafening bang that shook the air. The humvee's rear wheels lifted off the ground, the vehicle's frame twisting grotesquely as it absorbed the blast.

Sunny's eyes snapped to the rearview mirror, his heart racing as he took in the scene. The humvee was engulfed in flames, a fireball that seemed to grow larger by the second.

"Incoming!" Thompson yelled, his voice tight with urgency.

Bullets began to hail down on them, the sound of gunfire filling the air. Sunny's soldiers returned fire, their rifles poking out of the windows as they laid down a suppressive fire.

Kelvin, one of Sunny's soldiers, was hit square in the face, blood and brain matter spreading everywhere. His body slumped forward, his rifle slipping from his grasp.

Sunny's eyes widened in horror as he took in the scene. "Kelvin, no!" he screamed, but it was too late.

The other soldiers were stunned, their faces pale with shock. But Sunny knew they couldn't afford to hesitate. He bellowed orders, directing his soldiers to keep firing, to keep pushing forward.

Thompson, the driver, was shouting, "We need to get out of here, now!" But Sunny knew they couldn't leave, not yet.

They had to hold their ground, had to protect the hostages. Sunny's mind was racing, his thoughts consumed by the need to act.

He grabbed Kelvin's rifle, his hands moving automatically as he continued to lay down suppressive fire. The enemy was closing in, their bullets ripping through the air with deadly precision.

Sunny's soldiers were returning fire, but they were outnumbered, outgunned. Sunny knew they couldn't hold out for much longer.

He looked at he's soldiers and knew that if he doesn't act on time it will only take a matter of time before they would be overwhelmed so he.....

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Sunny's voice was firm and commanding as he gave orders to his soldiers. "Get your senses back, now! This isn't the time to be shocked!"

He turned to one of his soldiers, a tall, lanky man named Jackson. "Jackson, get up on the 50-cal and lay down some suppressive fire!"

Jackson nodded, his face set in a determined expression. He quickly climbed up to the 50-caliber machine gun mounted on the humvee's roof.

Sunny watched as Jackson began to fire, the big gun's report booming through the air. The enemy returned fire, bullets whizzing past Jackson's head, but he kept firing, his hands moving steadily as he swept the gun back and forth.

Sunny's eyes scanned the surrounding area, his mind racing with the situation. They were pinned down, taking heavy fire from an unknown number of enemy fighters.

He grabbed the radio, his voice low and urgent. "Bravo-1, this is Alpha-1. Can anyone hear me?"

There was a pause, and for a moment, Sunny thought he'd lost them. But then, there was only static.

Sunny's face set in a grim expression. He knew what that meant. The blown humvee was gone, its crew either dead or incapacitated.

He took a deep breath, his mind refocusing on the situation at hand. They had to get out of there, and fast. The enemy was closing in, and they were running out of time.

Sunny's eyes locked onto Jackson, who was still firing the 50-cal. "Jackson, keep firing! We need to keep their heads down!"

Jackson nodded, his face set in a determined expression. Sunny knew he could count on him.

He turned to the other soldiers, his voice firm and commanding. "Let's move! We need to get the hostages to safety, now!"

Sunny's voice was firm and urgent as he gave orders to his soldiers. "Alright, everyone out of the vehicle except Jackson! We need to provide cover for the hostages!"

The soldiers quickly scrambled out of the humvee, using the vehicle as cover as they moved to assist the drivers of the trucks filled with the hostages.

Sunny's eyes locked onto Jackson, who was still firing the 50-cal. "Keep laying down that suppressive fire, Jackson! We need to keep their heads down!"

Jackson nodded, his face set in a determined expression. Sunny knew he could count on him.

The other soldiers moved quickly to assist the truck drivers, helping to usher the hostages to safety. Sunny watched, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of enemy movement.

The sound of gunfire was intense, bullets whizzing past the soldiers' heads as they worked to get the hostages to safety. But Sunny's team was well-trained, and they moved with precision and speed.

As they worked, Sunny's mind was focused on one thing: getting the hostages to safety. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to see it through.

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Sunny's voice was firm and urgent as he gave orders to his soldiers. "Alright, everyone out of the vehicle except Jackson! We need to provide cover for the hostages!"

The soldiers quickly scrambled out of the humvee, using the vehicle as cover as they prepared to make a dash for the truck.

Sunny's eyes locked onto the truck, which was at least a hundred meters behind them. He knew they had to move fast, but they also had to be strategic.

"Alright, here's the plan," Sunny said, his voice low and urgent. "We'll move in teams, providing cover for each other as we go. We need to get to that truck and get the hostages to safety."

The soldiers nodded, their faces set in determined expressions. Sunny could see the fear in their eyes, but he also saw determination.

"Let's move!" Sunny shouted, and the soldiers took off in a sprint.

They moved in teams, two soldiers providing cover while the others moved forward. Sunny watched, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of enemy movement.

The sound of gunfire was intense, bullets whizzing past the soldiers' heads as they ran. But they kept moving, their training and discipline keeping them focused on the mission.

Sunny's team reached the truck, but their relief was short-lived. The two soldiers who had been driving the truck were slumped over, their bodies riddled with bullets.

Sunny's face set in a grim expression. "Damn it," he muttered.

He quickly assessed the situation and gave orders. "Davis, get in the truck and get it moving! We need to get the hostages out of here!"

Davis nodded and quickly climbed into the truck. Sunny watched as he expertly maneuvered the vehicle, getting it turned around and ready to move.

Sunny then turned to another soldier, Rodriguez. "Rodriguez, prep the RPG. I think I've got a bead on the enemy's position."

Rodriguez nodded and quickly began to prepare the rocket-propelled grenade launcher. Sunny watched as he expertly loaded the weapon and took aim.

Sunny's eyes locked onto the enemy's position, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew they had to take out the enemy's stronghold if they were going to make it out alive.

He took a deep breath, his voice firm and steady. "Rodriguez, fire at will."