Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 996 - 930: Luring the Enemy

In Mountain Eagle's eyes, the soldiers trapped on the front line were bait to lure the enemy's main forces...

If they didn't rescue these people from the line of contact, they wouldn't retreat and escape.

They let the enemy's armored vehicles come all the way to the contact line before destroying them, just to give the people on the line a breather.

These Albanian bumpkins had never seen a weapon like the Spring Knife 600. In such intense combat, they had no time to think and could only be led along by Mountain Eagle's attack methods, which far surpassed their understanding.

When the first wave of people who attacked Mountain Eagle's group were knocked down, the others, under the pressure of death, chose to lie flat on the ground while loudly calling for help from behind...

Mountain Eagle glanced at Eddie, who was using precise shooting skills to mark those people, and waved, saying, "Don't kill them, just apply pressure. The main event is at the back. We need to pull as many people into the battle as possible."

Eddie hesitated for a moment, nodded, and slowed down his offensive. Then, he glanced at the high-frequency attacks on the front line...

"If you have any special ideas, you should inform Lamarres. That guy is very proud. If he finds out you only consider him a tool on the battlefield, you'll have to find someone else for your Mexico trip.

It's not easy to find top mercenaries who are proficient in Spanish and understand Latin American habits!"

Mountain Eagle listened and waved indifferently, saying, "Not telling him is to make everything look natural. Otherwise, if their movements change, the Kosovo Liberation Organization might easily notice something's wrong.

They've mobilized a large force from the armory direction. I don't want a small issue to ruin my ideas and plans.

Moreover, mercenaries are there to do the job for money. If he wants me to respect his opinions and ideas, he first needs to prove to me that their abilities are worth it."

Eddie, having cleared the secret base with Mountain Eagle, understood Mountain Eagle's current mood...

Thinking about Lamarres and the others, they were indeed just doing their job. This was indeed the best way to test their ability to withstand pressure...

Eddie nodded slightly, then simply curled up under a horizontal tree and took out a small mirror with a retractable handle, raising it to observe the distant enemy's movements.

The fight was fierce, but both sides knew that the vast majority of bullets were destined to be 'wasted' the moment they were fired.

Some 'wasted' bullets effectively suppressed the opponent's movement, creating better strike opportunities for others, while some were just to prove they could still shoot and weren't completely powerless to resist.

The current vanguard of the Kosovo Liberation Organization was the latter role. Their strenuous counterattack was merely to buy time for people behind to come to their rescue.

Unfortunately, at this time, the people behind had no means. After their much-hoped-for armored vehicles were knocked out, they had no means of remote attack, so they could only use local materials, digging soil on the spot and stuffing it into bags, then building cover on the pickup truck's roof, attempting to charge through firepower to rescue their comrades on the contact line.

Mountain Eagle, who was eager to await the arrival of the enemy's main forces, was in no hurry. He waited until the soldiers behind had finished modifying the pickup and rushed into the wildlands on either side of the highway into the contact line, then called in the Spring Knife 600 from the sky...

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

This wave of explosions completely stunned those at the rear...

In fact, not many people died, but it shattered the rear soldiers' morale and courage.

At this time, even a fool would know that the enemy had a means to threaten them from the air...

The enemy left behind had no means of remote attack now, so some of the more experienced officers organized a group, bringing RPGs, trying to enter the sparse bushes on the left side of the road, hoping to use their numbers to relieve their comrades on the contact line.

But just as these people entered the 350-meter range of Mountain Eagle's flank, two Broadswords brought them back to reality.

There was no way to get through!

1400 tiny steel balls shot out from a foot-high withered grass, covering the 120-degree frontal range.

The nearly seamless attack was like a rainstorm pouring down on those soldiers.

The casualties weren't too horrifying, and few died instantly...

But even getting hit by just one or two steel balls would still cause massive pain!

"Ah..."

Painful screams echoed one after another, yet Mountain Eagle seemed completely unfazed, staring intently at the enemy's final large force.

They were still 20 minutes' drive from the 'Farm,' and the convoy included nearly two hundred soldiers carrying remote heavy weapons.

Through Crow's view, looking at the 107 rocket launchers mounted on the pickup beds and the exaggerated double-barreled anti-aircraft guns, Mountain Eagle couldn't help but shake his head...

This broken place, where even a local warlord could get so many heavy weapons, showed just how harsh the survival environment was for the Serbs.

Maybe because reinforcements were near, or the screams of those people roused the soldiers' courage, the dozen or so soldiers who'd been suppressed in front of Mountain Eagle suddenly began a mad advance.

At the same time, an 8-man squad was dispatched from their rear again, firing suppressive shots while rushing towards the location of the wounded.

It was at this moment that Mountain Eagle finally felt a bit of pressure. Just as he was about to detonate a Broadsword mine to break up the frontal attack and deal with the rear, Razer suddenly gave Eddie a look…

The two old guys seemed to have reached a mutual understanding, simultaneously stopping Mountain Eagle's action. Then Eddie suddenly stood up and launched a rapid burst fire at the enemies attacking head-on…

After quickly taking down two people, Eddie successfully drew the enemy's attention…

Meanwhile, Razer quickly moved to the enemy's flank along the direction of a felled tree, threw out two Smoke Bombs, and then fired a burst of bullets using a waist-high shooting stance.

Compared to Eddie's precision, Razer's actions, although rough like a bandit, were equally deadly.

Four gunmen were either killed or wounded, and the remaining ones, as if doused with cold water, were sprawled on the ground, shouting incoherently while firing aimlessly.

After successfully disrupting the enemy, Razer swiftly retreated back to the position, leaving behind two thick plumes of smoke that lured the distant enemies to waste their ammo into it.

Having relieved the frontal pressure, Razer smiled at Mountain Eagle, and at the instant Eddie reloaded with a fresh magazine, he rose again and sprinted to the right.

The old guy, worthy of being a 'Super Soldier,' was almost 70 years old yet could still run like the wind…

However, this time he served as bait, attracting the attention of the reinforcements at the moment, while Eddie, like a programmed robot, half-kneeling behind a tree, quickly executed three enemies with point-blank precision.

As they ducked for cover, Razer, having already dashed almost a hundred meters, once again tossed out two Smoke Bombs, and as the smoke rose, executed a diving slide into the smoke zone, firing a burst at the remaining enemies…

Actually, there was nothing particularly fancy about their tactics; it was just simple teamwork…

Eddie served as an anchor from behind cover, while Razer acted as mobile firepower, constantly drawing attention or firing to pressure the enemy.

The two could not deliver a decisive blow to the enemy, but they effectively suppressed the enemies from two directions in a short time, repelling this wave of counterattack.

Their aim was clear; Mountain Eagle said to hold them off and conserve firepower as much as possible, so they employed their best skills.

Mountain Eagle could see that this was Arctic Fox's usual method!

He had witnessed it once at Sunset Mountain, but that time Arctic Fox had six people. Even so, they left one as an anchor while the rest maneuvered around.

They didn't even need aerial reconnaissance; like a Wolf Pack, they used extreme combat experience to tear the enemy apart as if playing a game in complex environments.

Their 'Wolf King' served as the precision sniper anchor point, capable of drawing attention and serving as main firepower.

With just a glance or a gesture, the 'Wolf King' knew how to coordinate with the Wolf Pack!

The aggressive synergy between the two allowed them to suppress the enemies from two directions with just two people and two guns.

This approach was entirely different in operational structure and logic from the three-three strategy Mountain Eagle learned as a child in the Sergeant System.

Mountain Eagle wanted to cooperate with them, but whenever he raised his rifle to shoot, he felt out of sync despite hitting targets.

This was impossible in the past!

In the past, no matter who he coordinated with, Mountain Eagle was always the one setting the pace, but now he felt he was being outpaced by the two old-timers, even feeling a sense of misapplication of force.

Being able to achieve this level of effectiveness with fewer people made Mountain Eagle learn just how strong Arctic Fox really was.

Each individual was a pinnacle soldier, and they developed a unique combat style that allowed them to magnify their combat effectiveness in outnumbered situations.

Of course, this situation also had its downsides, namely, a high casualty rate…

This style of focusing 90% of the energy on the offensive side would overpower second-rate opponents like sweeping away leaves.

Ordinary warlords or gangs meeting Arctic Fox on the defensive side hardly stood a chance of resistance.

However, if the enemy was of high quality, with strong will and overwhelming numbers, casualties would mount.

Arctic Fox had a significant pension burden, and the combat effectiveness of the surviving old-timers was so formidable because they were top players who survived by virtue of both capability and luck.

Watching Razer withdraw to cover amid enemy counterfire, Mountain Eagle reached out to help the old guy and, noticing the scrape on his arm, remarked, "No need, really..."

After speaking, Mountain Eagle simply decided not to hold back any longer. After calculating the timing, he tapped a few buttons on his tactical glasses' frame, releasing all the untriggered Spring Knife 600s on the three assault boats.

Then, he commanded the drones in the sky to conduct a bombing run on the enemies at the front and on the flank…

Two blasts and clouds of smoke erupted, and the battlefield fell silent…