Jungle Outpost #9

[BattlesandDeaths]

The Lone Survivor

 

 He dove under the waters when the hail of arrows came flying towards the men in the river.  Being a highly-trained soldier, he was able to swim a considerable distance away from the fight.  He knew he had no weapon, but this did not mean he was unarmed.  First of all, he was highly trained in military tactics.  He surfaced briefly for air in the reeds, then made his way underwater further to near a rocky out-cropping on the side of the river.  From here, he was far enough away to watch the battle unfold.

Helplessly, he watched the two remaining soldiers on the beach get killed by the assailing enemy.  Quietly concealed, he watched, counted and assessed the situation.  In deed, it was a group of enemy assassins, but the group was much larger than he originally anticipated.  He watched as they made their way back into the jungle. 

He was able to tell that they were following the back side of a ridge line to conceal their approach to the base.

He waited for the last one to leave, then determined to follow the main road back, as that would get him back to the base hours before the enemy.  His anger was boiling.  He could hardly wait to get himself armed and set up an ambush to kill as many of these bastards as possible.

After the last assassin was deep in the jungle, he stood up in the water.  Little did he know that a lone assassin sniper remained concealed in the rocks, quietly watching him as he was surveying the scene.  When he stood up, the assassin arose, aiming his crossbow at the soldier's broad, muscular chest.  The soldier's angry eyes glared at the enemy.  "Fuck You!!"  The words of defiance had barely escaped his mouth when the arrow pounded deep into the center of his chest.

The soldier heaved one last breath and his muscular body fell dead in the river......