Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 954 - 890: The Surprise Force

Mountain Eagle wouldn't listen to Eddie's advice; he just wanted to buy time...

Their opponents had many people, and the enemies to the south were carrying heavy weapons. If any direction fell into a stalemate, the other side would face enormous pressure.

If the enemies accidentally rushed into the woods, Mountain Eagle himself wouldn't have much of a problem, but whether the old men could escape would be questionable.

The most important thing was if the Red-clothed Woman was lost and the ISIS veteran gunmen sent by the Death Angel were missed, Mountain Eagle would lose the advantageous chips for cooperation with the Department of Homeland Security.

Isn't it just about buying time? Directly facing deadly bullets in broad daylight in an open wasteland with no risks to take cover, as long as the other side has rationality, they would think twice.

Before the battle, Mountain Eagle had called Kobe, and it's been over three hours since the Refugee Group set out...

The Refugee Group did not depart from the United States but flew over from Azerbaijan, Hence Kobe provided a timetable ensuring arrival within six hours.

Mountain Eagle and his team just needed to hold on for more than two hours; reinforcements would arrive!

Compared to the lackluster and mad performance of the gunmen on Mountain Eagle's side, the veteran ISIS gunmen to the south of the woods were somewhat formidable.

This group calmly commanded the gunmen from the Bayonet Gang, despite the threat of large-caliber sniper rifles, teaching them to mimic their actions for covert shooting...

No matter the effect of such shooting movements, the bullets fired by dozens of automatic rifles still posed a threat. If a novice faced such a situation, once they couldn't keep calm, opportunities would be found by these enemies.

Meanwhile, a team of eight Big Beard gunmen slowly advanced along the ditch below the roadbed, and another group retreated to the other side of the road, trying to maneuver and encircle.

This was the advantage of having more manpower, so Mi Lu had to abandon the frontal battlefield, turning attention to the flanks, aiming to block the enemy at first exposure.

But in such a scenario, the pressure on the front was immense...

A few Big Beard gunmen, under the chaotic gunfire cover of the Bayonet Gang, quickly crawled forward on the ground for over ten meters. When no bullets targeted them, two daring Big Beards directly stood up and sprinted for several dozen meters.

The sniper rifle with a large caliber in the woods didn't fire, then the rest stood up and began a frantic dash...

"Bang"

The second wave wasn't so lucky. A large caliber armor-piercing bullet cut through a gunman's left chest like a mountain-splitting axe, making him spin to the ground, silent.

Consistent ultra-long-range shooting hits led these gunmen to utterly abandon any wishful thinking...

Soon several MG3 machine guns were mounted on the edges of the ditch by the roadbed, as a piercing explosion rang out, pouring large amounts of ammunition into the woods.

The MG3 machine guns demonstrated considerable shooting speed and accuracy. Despite shooting distances exceeding mechanical sights' maximum range of 1200 meters, these experienced machine gunners managed to control the shooting area roughly within Camel's position, forcing Camel to relocate, abandoning the open shooting range, seeking new refuges inside the forest.

"Fuck, why don't these people just bring missiles out to fight in wars?"

With no good shooting opportunities after several attempts, forced back Camel found a new spot.

Seeing the frontline enemies starting to crawl forward steadily under machine gun cover, Camel pressed the radio, shouting to Blood Fox: "We must stop one direction; otherwise, we won't last two hours."

Blood Fox leaned against a tree large enough for two people to embrace, occasionally looking back to ensure the enemy hadn't entered the preset bomb's killing range...

Upon hearing Camel's cry, Blood Fox shook his head, saying: "Don't rush, their bullets are limited. We'll hold them, Mountain Eagle's side will soon solve the problem."

Camel glanced at the tree trunk above, a bullet broke a horizontal branch, dumping a heap of pine needles and twigs onto his head.

Listening to bullets hitting trees all around with 'crackle' sounds, Camel shook his head, once again setting up the sniper rifle, while searching for targets through the narrow firing range. He muttered: "Hopefully they'll be quick..."

"Bang"

......

Mountain Eagle watching the distant explosions couldn't help but pause his trigger-pulling hand...

Just now, he saw something like a thermos flying up north, then it flew in the air for seventy to eighty meters, landing a dozen meters away from some gang gunmen, followed by a violent explosion...

No dazzling flames, just an orange flash, then extreme black smoke billowed at the explosion site.

Mountain Eagle swiftly shifted perspective, seeing through Crow that Galahad and Robbin were standing between two bushes, assembling a crude oversized slingshot using two thick rubber bands...

The two pulled the slingshot's elastic cord hard and released, another bomb flew into the air...

This method, seen by Mountain Eagle for the first time in Los Angeles, showcased bomb enthusiast 'Lamalock' assembling a similar big slingshot in a commercial vehicle, easily blowing furious drug dealer gunmen into chaos.

Galahad was evidently quite familiar with this tactic; the accuracy of the second launch was noticeably better than the first. The bomb landed at the edge of the gang gunmen's hiding spot, then exploded violently...

"Boom..."

The explosion was extremely loud and produced black smoke that made it impossible to see...

Mountain Eagle couldn't see exactly how many were killed, but noticed Robbin putting on a gas mask and detouring tens of meters, then charging toward the explosion site under Galahad's cover upwind.

Robbin ran like a gazelle across the prairie, the uneven terrain posing no obstacle. He used a high-stepping motion to quickly dash into the black smoke, where gunfire then erupted...

There were no exaggerated screams; Galahad's bomb, made with unknown materials, wasn't very lethal, but the smoke released was extensive and clearly harmful to humans...

The shockwave from the explosion, combined with the spreading smoke, disoriented the gunmen caught within, making each breath feel worthless.

Under these suffocating conditions, let alone fighting, even standing up and taking two steps was considered a feat.

"Shit, these old bastards are as malicious as ever..."

Mountain Eagle had never seen such a thing and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is this stuff?"

Eddie sniffed, shook his head, and said, "This is Lamalock's specialty in the Round Table Knights. That bastard uses all sorts of weird things to make these poison bomb.

The explosion doesn't kill; the toxic smoke triggered by aluminum thermite or napalm is the real killer."

Mountain Eagle, hearing this, said in surprise, "Is this homemade bomb really that effective?

Then why doesn't the military use such things?"

Eddie inhaled the pungent smell wafting past, coughed a few times, and said irritably, "If the military were in our situation, calling for air support or artillery support would definitely be more reliable than this stuff.

Lamalock, that old madman's bomb formula is unreliable; it's fun for him bombing others, but it's no less destructive when it explodes among his own people.

A foolish mercenary once bought Lamalock's bomb recipe at a high price, and on the battlefield, as soon as he entered the bunker, the bomb exploded in his backpack.

Only a madman would stay with such unstable stuff..."

Eddie spoke while putting on a gas mask, standing up with his gun, running south as he said, "Those people are definitely doomed. You stay here to receive those two madmen, I'm heading south to assist."

As Eddie was speaking, Robbin completed his slaughter and dashed out of the smoke zone, waved toward Galahad, then used a shallow pit as cover, set up a scavenged PKM machine gun, and strafed toward enemy bunkers in the woods to the south.

"Ratatatatat..."

The machine gun bullets pounded the enemy's front line from a flank, the terrifying whistling making several gunmen who were charging forward leap up and sprint south.

As they exposed themselves, Camel pulled the trigger again...

"Bang"

This time the bullet took off a gunman's lower leg, sending him crashing to the ground, screaming in anguish.

As Camel pulled the bolt back, habitually aiming to target rescuers, several bullets fired from a ditch hit the screaming Big Beard gunman.

The abruptly stopped scream temporarily halted the enemy's dropping morale; two MG3s began to turn their muzzles...

Meanwhile, Robbin, having completed his task, discarded the empty PKM, and before the enemy bullets arrived, dashed toward the woods under cover of the black smoke.

With Galahad and Robbin's addition, Mountain Eagle and their team, having cleared one side of the enemy, finally formed a stalemate with the adversaries.

The firepower of machine guns was ultimately limited; if one wave couldn't advance, they had to change barrels and ammunition to organize a second wave, which gave Mountain Eagle and team ample time to catch their breath...

Of course, the initiative remained with the enemy's side, as the resources of the Bayonet Gang were significantly stronger compared to the surrounded Mountain Eagle's team.

The two sides rested for less than twenty minutes, before two large farm tractors spewing thick black smoke drove from the camp across the farm river onto the road, heading toward Mountain Eagle's team.

In front of one was a group of raised harvesters, adorned with tire steel plates and sandbags...

The other was more brutal. These guys inserted a plow head into the top of a broken car, raised the plow, and used the car as cover.

The opposition was surprisingly using combined arms tactics against them, leaving Mountain Eagle unsure whether to be frightened or flattered...