Military Encounter and Reinforcements

Well, friendlies, as we call them.

We went to check it, and there were hostiles there.

He and his fucking team, another four men, fucking

crept up five times over two nights. I didn't immediately understand who it

was,

but after they said, "Regiment," everything became

fucking obvious.

We moved a little away from the dugout and heard a voice there: "Guys, can

I, like, come out?" Well, we aimed our guns and said, "Come out."

Well, he came out without a weapon, without body armor, without anything.

Well, wearing pants, a T-shirt, and sneakers.

Well, it was clear from his uniform who he was.

So, we led him away,

and everything was clear. We asked, "How many are there?" He said, "There."

There were only two of us, and the two of us couldn't fucking assault another

four.

So we called— called for reinforcements, and they

dropped a TM mine on their heads.