The arrows find their way on their vehicles in which they are hiding at. Sounds of breaking glasses can also be heard as some of the arrows found their way on some of the unprotected vehicles.

The arrows were hitting accurately, just few inches nches away from the soldiers taking aim. In this pitch black night it is impossible to land such hits too close for comfort.

"MAN THE 50!" 2nd Lt. Ireberri shouted, as an arrow whizzed by on his right ear, prompting him to take cover.

"TARGETS ARE ABOVE THE TREES!" shouted on of the soldiers as he spotted some movement in the trees using his ever reliable NVGs.

"WAIT! WAIT HOLD YOUR FIRE!" a researcher began to shout and he sprints towards the platoom commander.

"They might be Elves!" the researcher uttered.

Realizing that, 2nd Lt. Ireberri shouted, "HOLD YOUR FIRE!"

The order was then passed around by a couple of soldiers.

The .50 cal Remote Controlled Weapon Station on the Iveco LMV's were seconds aways on peppering targets on top of the tree