Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 759 Prayer
The low growls coming from three directions filled the wounded, abandoned on the spot, with utter despair...

The gunman, who was injured in the parachute fall, leaned against his comrade despite the immense pain. He looked at Balang, who was standing behind a large tree a dozen meters away, and a ferocious Magengshe wolf that appeared on the other side...

Despair caused him to hallucinate; Baron and Magnesie wolves became incredibly tall and ferocious, making him feel that he was doomed...

“We have done unjust things and evil deeds before you.”

We have disobeyed your commandments and strayed from your ways.

Have mercy on us and forgive our sins, for you are a merciful and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness…

The wounded soldier, who had been injured in the abdomen, heard his comrade's prayer. He looked at the mountain eagle that had appeared not far away, and after comparing the two sides' situations, this guy, who should have fought to the death, actually dropped his weapon and began to chant a prayer...

“I confess my sins to the eternal God; both I and my ancestors were sinners…”

At first, Mountain Eagle thought that if these guys resisted too much, he would just kill them. But to his surprise, they chose to give up and start reciting prayers.

Mountain Eagle has only ever seen this kind of situation in movies and TV shows; he has never witnessed it in real life...

Actually, surrendering is nothing. When people are at their wits' end, it's perfectly understandable for them to lay down their weapons in order to survive.

But with the enemy right in front of him, instead of begging for mercy, he prayed to the gods, which made Mountain Eagle a little unhappy...

So, if I spared your life, it wasn't because I'm magnanimous, but because of your god's merit?
Thinking of this, Mountain Eagle whistled, signaling Baron and the two magpie wolves to retreat a distance. Then, he crouched down, propped Barrett up on a horizontal branch, aimed at a booby trap set up by the enemy, and decisively pulled the trigger...

"boom"

"boom"

The instant the gun fired, a sled piled high with equipment exploded...

The grenade used to make the booby trap was of mediocre power; it didn't even detonate the other weapons on the sled, but instead sent a few weapon boxes and other odds and ends flying everywhere.

After detonating the first booby trap, Mountain Eagle turned his gun again...

"boom"

"boom"

The explosion occurred between two large trees on the enemy's evacuation route. The blast wave carried a large amount of dirt and debris, knocking two wounded soldiers who were reciting prayers to the ground...

"boom"

"boom"

A sled loaded with miscellaneous items was detonated, sending various small objects, the weight of water bottles, flying into the air and raining down on several wounded soldiers.

The enemy only deployed three booby traps, which were not too far from the wounded. Strangely, after all the booby traps were detonated, they did not trigger a chain explosion.

Mountain Eagle didn't know whether to praise the quality of the weapon or marvel at the luck of the wounded.

If they are still alive under these circumstances, it means that their lifespan has not ended. That person really shouldn't have defied God!

As the mountain eagle was reflecting on this, a series of gunshots rang out in the distance, followed by the sound of bounding mines exploding. He immediately called for the sled...

"sled……"

"Boss, I'm fine. These guys are cunning. They left a few men lying in ambush on the road, planning to turn around and launch a surprise attack after the booby trap exploded. I gave them a surprise..."

I'll keep driving them south, ha, these guys seem scared, they're running..."

The two sides' battlefield situational awareness capabilities were completely unequal; the elite soldiers of the Demon Legion were not much better off than ordinary soldiers in this situation.

They may have more methods and a stronger fighting spirit, but when their every move is under surveillance, no matter what they do, the outcome will not be much different.

For Mountain Eagle and his crew, the only challenge might be how to capture as many living people as possible...

When the smoke cleared, Mountain Eagle spotted the sled through his tactical goggles and pursued the enemy from the flank and rear...

Two Magengshe wolves carrying bounding mines howled, moved, and leaped merrily through the bushes, their occasional glimpses creating immense pressure on the enemy ahead.

Mountain Eagle saw that the enemy team running at the forefront began to gradually spread out laterally, seemingly intending to encircle the pursuers from behind at a crucial moment.

They must have realized that the attackers weren't particularly numerous, but the bounding mines carried by Maggsel were simply too deadly for them in this relatively open area.

They wanted to create distance by running, then use the core team as bait while the others flanked and devoured the opponent.

This is a very simple tactical choice, but it requires soldiers to be experienced enough, and commanders to have a strong will and a clear mind to execute it smoothly.

Seeing that the sled had clearly spotted the opponent's movements and slowed down, Mountain Eagle nodded appreciatively, then summoned two Switchblade 600s... "Two Switchblade 600s, fire..."

The moment the voice command was issued, the launch box behind the snowmobile, which was parked at the junction of the mountains and wetlands, suddenly opened. After two muffled 'bangs,' two Switchblade 600s were propelled into the sky...

They deployed their wings midway through takeoff, and at the same time, the propellers at the tail began to spin, propelling the Switchblade 600 into the higher sky.

The mountain eagle kept a close eye on the flight path of the switchblades, and about ten minutes later, the two switchblades arrived above the fleeing group...

Watching the two groups of soldiers, now spaced apart on either side of the column, flank the sleds and circle around them, Mountain Eagle grinned, marked their positions, and then…

"Fire in the hole!!"

"boom"

"boom"

Two explosions blew the four soldiers who had chosen to flank into the air...

The explosive power of the Switch Knife 600 is decent, but its lethality in open areas is somewhat lacking. In a close-range explosion, one guy actually survived...

He lay on the ground for about half a minute, then struggled to his feet, clutching his stomach, and began to run awkwardly toward his companions...

However, the snow made every step he took difficult, so much so that he collapsed on the ground after running less than a hundred meters and began to frantically call for his companions to help him via radio...

This time, Carl and Cohen did not abandon their comrades. Realizing that the enemy had air-to-ground weapons, they rushed into the bushes near their wounded comrade to seek cover and set up a temporary position again. They kept a close watch on the Magneshey Wolves that appeared and disappeared behind them, while praying that the enemy would not have more suicide drones.

Infantry facing drones is a hopeless situation. Without breeding measures, staying in an open area and facing drones is tantamount to suicide...

Whether you're a Navy SEAL or a Thai soldier, it doesn't make much difference.

They could only stall for time by using the cover of bushes, and then try to break out after nightfall.

In reality, with the thermal imaging detection system in place, these people's choices wouldn't have been very meaningful, but the Mountain Eagle deduced their intentions from their positions...

Their teams were spread out, with a lot of space between each person, as they were betting that they didn't have many more drones on their side.

Suicide drones are not conventional weapons, and they are very difficult to buy. Even if you can find them in Afghanistan on the black market, they cost more than $20.

Carl and Cohen didn't believe the enemy could assign a shot to each of their men; if that were the case, there would be no need to send anyone, and their men would just be meat on a chopping board.

Mountain Eagle saw through the opponent's hand. He smiled and pressed the radio, saying, "Sled, the opponent has stopped. Don't get too close..."

I have some things to do here. Let's give them some time to rest so they'll have more energy when they escape.

Sled is a warmonger with a slightly eccentric mind, but not an impulsive and reckless fool...

Upon hearing the boss's instructions, the sled driver, about 400 meters away from the other side and separated by a thicket of bushes, took a deep breath and said, "Boss, I smell fear. They're scared..."

Looking at the scene where the smoke had dissipated not far away, Mountain Eagle stood up and said as he walked, "Don't even mention them, if it were me, I would be very scared too!"
Don't push them too hard; apply pressure gradually...

By the way, how long can a normal person endure strenuous exercise in the wild at minus twenty degrees Celsius without shelter?

The sledman scooped up a handful of powdery snow and tossed it into the air. Watching the biting wind carry the powdery snow away, he grinned and said, "That depends on their equipment..."

If they are fully equipped, relying on the windbreak effect of the bushes and some other means, they should be able to hold out for two to three hours before they have to move around, otherwise they will freeze to death on the spot!
Boss, wanna make a bet?
"I bet five dollars that these guys will retreat within an hour at most..."

Mountain Eagle laughed heartily. He walked over to the two wounded men lying back to back on the ground, kicked the weapons out of their hands, and said with a smile, "I'll bet you, as long as you don't do anything reckless, I bet they'll flee south in an hour and a half at most, and will encounter Razer and his men before dark."

Just as the two were talking, Razer, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "You guys are betting too little. Count me in. I bet I can catch them before dark..."

"1000 yuan, take him alive!"

Both the eagle and the sled were silent for a moment. The sled spoke first: "I don't bet more than ten dollars..."

Upon hearing this, Razer said somewhat disappointedly, "Are all of Mountain Eagle's men rigid misers?"

That's not fun...

Mountain Eagle was amused by Razer. He squatted down and, while disarming the two wounded men, said with a smile, "I'll bet you a thousand dollars, plus two bottles of single malt Scotch whisky..."

"Dude, single malt whisky is expensive, you need to be careful!"

After finishing speaking, Mountain Eagle cut off the communication. Looking at the two wounded soldiers on the ground who were not quite conscious, he dragged the doctor who had been knocked unconscious to their side, and then used bandages to tie up the hands and feet of all three of them...

After thoughtfully waking them up with a scent spray, he waved to them and said with a smile, "Welcome to Alaska..."

(End of this chapter)