Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 779 Leave them behind
Brown bear camp...

The battle, which lasted only about an hour, left the area around the camp's dock in a state of chaos!
Supa, who came to Alaska full of enthusiasm and determination to prove himself, was instantly sobered up as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

This is real war!
Even with advanced reconnaissance equipment that he couldn't comprehend, and automated weapon defense systems, they still couldn't withstand the bombardment from nearly 200 people across the river.

It wasn't that their training wasn't good enough, but rather that the opponent simply didn't give them any time or space to breathe.

Those madmen injected with stimulants seemed to have an extreme fanaticism for death; they would even brave the bombardment of grenades and missiles from the camp to rush to the riverbank just to fire an AT4 rocket at them.

The once sturdy bunker became crumbling in less than an hour, and casualties were inevitable.

A young soldier from the 191st Battalion was impaled in the abdomen by a branch of a fallen tree.

Another soldier, even more unfortunate, had his left foot pierced by a misfired rifle from his comrade.

Supa's face was studded with several splinters from rocket-propelled grenades, making him look somewhat frightening.

But the smoke in front of him did not frighten Supa. Instead, the enemy's reckless attitude inspired his courage, making him unleash a barrage of bullets at the enemy from behind cover with an almost fanatical attitude.

But when Supa destroyed the second barrel, he realized that his comrades hadn't performed well at all...

Blood Fox's angry curses kept coming over the radio, urging them to use heavy firepower to block a certain position, but they could only follow orders like machines, completely lacking any so-called elite demeanor.

This batch of soldiers from the 191st Battalion were elites selected from the Thai border forces, but the most formidable opponents they had faced in the past were nothing more than the drug lords in the Golden Triangle…

However, in reality, they are not needed in real battles; their ability to navigate tropical jungles is completely useless in this kind of positional warfare.

When elites become frontline infantry, they not only fail to utilize their strengths but also feel lost and helpless.

The more intense the enemy's offensive, the more obvious their 'disorientation' becomes!
Insiders, like Blood Fox, know very well that it's not that these Thai soldiers aren't good enough, but rather that they are completely unable to adapt to their roles.

Treating them as infantry is fine, but asking them to abandon the habits they've developed over the past six months of training and engage in face-to-face combat with the enemy will naturally create resistance in them, especially given the enemy's heavy firepower...

Before Supa could analyze the situation, he realized his comrades were in trouble, and two wounded soldiers were even crying and trying to leave. His face flushed, he sent out a distress signal over the radio...

"Command center, this is Supa. I request permission to bomb the riverbank area. We have wounded soldiers who need to be evacuated, and we also need a break..."

In the basement of the cabin, Dalia heard Supa's request. She shook her head and laughed, saying, "Supa, you're giving up just like that?"

It was you who requested an increase in the intensity of the battle, and you also possess positional advantages that the enemy does not have.

Giving up now would mean all your previous efforts would be for nothing...

We've been monitoring the wounded's condition; they're not in life-threatening danger. The sea lions will come to pick them up after they've reloaded the automatic weapon turrets.

Supa, who had always dreamed of becoming a steel lion, shook his head in frustration and said, "I'm sorry to have disappointed you..."

Dalia did not respond to Supa's apology. She said to the donkey beside her, "We don't need to worry about the boss. Mobilize all the switchblades and spear missiles to clear the riverbank. Our Thai friends can't hold on any longer."

Donkey, who had been intently watching the battle unfold, paused for a moment, took off his headphones, and said, "Can't hold on? No way."
I bet the sea lion that these guys will definitely make it to the end…

As he spoke, Donkey moved the camera around and saw a Thai soldier clutching his injured foot, howling in pain in the trench, even interfering with his comrades' actions. He shook his head in disgust, then used the mouse to select the area on the opposite bank of the river and listed all the enemies along that line as targets...

"Switchblade, fire..."

"Spearhead missile, fire..."

More than twenty switchblades that had been patrolling in the sky, along with more than twenty spearhead missiles launched from the camp, all rained down on the riverbank, which was more than 500 meters wide, on the opposite side of the river...

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

This completely unreasonable and intense bombardment immediately disrupted and halted the enemy's firepower, and both sides fell silent for a moment.

The sea lion, carrying two ammunition boxes, left beside an automatic weapon turret. Seeing the explosion and flashes of light across the river, he cursed, turned back, and rushed into the cabin, climbing the ladder to the roof...

As he forcefully opened the box and loaded the new switchblade and spearhead missiles into the launcher, he couldn't help but complain, "Am I the only laborer in the entire camp?"

Why can't I go to the front and let those Thai guys come here to exchange ammunition? I fucking think today is even scarier than my wedding day..."

Just as the sea lion was complaining, a quadruple anti-aircraft missile launcher on the roof suddenly started rotating, pointing towards the east of the camp, and then four Stinger missiles were automatically launched and shot into the sky...

Immediately afterwards, four fireballs exploded in the air, and then an airplane plummeted to the ground like an out-of-control meteor...

The heavy snow reduced visibility, preventing the sea lion from seeing what was happening. The stinger's exhaust trail left his already black face covered in gunpowder marks...

However, as a veteran, Sea Lion certainly knew what had just been launched. His eyes were fixed on the burning, crashing plane, and he shouted over the radio, "Donkey, what did you shoot down?" Donkey adjusted the reconnaissance drone's view to chase the crashing plane and said nervously, "I don't know. Someone exceeded my authority and launched an anti-aircraft missile."

Oh shit, it's a fishing plane. God help us not to shoot the wrong person, or we'll be on the FBI and Department of Homeland Security's blacklist.

As the donkey was speaking, the plane crashed into the wetlands south of the camp and exploded violently...

The explosion propelled large amounts of napalm into the surrounding area, igniting large swathes of bushes.

For some unknown reason, the plane crashed in a location that blocked the enemy's path across the river, and the resulting fire completely cut off their retreat.

Low temperatures, heavy snow, and the icy waterways winding through the wetlands prevented the fire from spreading and caused minimal damage.

But the enemy's confidence seemed to vanish instantly; their rationality, which had been driven away by stimulants, was awakened by the massive explosion.

As the CCTV chief, Donkey immediately realized what had happened. A little shaken, he shouted, "That plane was carrying aerial bombs, napalm! Fuck, thank goodness that damn thing didn't land on our heads..."

Dalia nodded coldly, then contacted her boss in St. Mary's, and issued the order in a flat, emotionless tone...

"The mailman squad has secured the boat. Razer, it's your turn. Find a way to control the people on the other side of the river. We'll cover you..."

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On the south bank of the Yukon River, Razer and sniper Alexander, along with about a dozen Indigenous hunters including Wayne, appeared about two kilometers from the site of the massive explosion...

Razer caught a few snowflakes, then breathed in the lingering smell of gunpowder in the air, grinning excitedly as he said, "Razer received..."

As he spoke, Razer looked at the group of indigenous hunters around him who were equally excited, and he said with a smile, "You've all hunted reindeer before, so chasing and surrounding these people is the same principle..."

We will set traps along their inevitable path, forcing them to proceed in the direction we have set. Once they step into our trap, what we need to do next will be very simple.

Wayne held up the rifle in his hand, his cold face revealing extreme ruthlessness...

"They want to destroy our homes. We'll leave them all here, and the wild animals will erase their traces..."

Razer looked at the murderous-looking Wayne, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, the Mountain Eagle needs many survivors..."

Although I don't understand what he's trying to do, a living person is definitely more valuable than a dead person!
We all want the brown bear camp to be a long-term success, but we all know that it's actually a business that doesn't make much money and requires constant investment.

The only bargaining chip we left for Mountain Eagle was to convince him that we were a reliable partner.

As he spoke, Razer reached out and patted Wayne on the shoulder, saying seriously, "Mountain Eagle is actually a businessman at heart, but he's different from most businessmen. He converts 'friendship' into some kind of number and calculates it into costs."

In his eyes, 'friendship' can be exchanged for cash and help!

"Wai'en, your tribe is luckier than my village..."

Wayne paused for a moment. This straightforward Native American wasn't used to Razer's arguments, but he recalled everything that had happened before...

From the moment Mountain Eagle took over the Brown Bear camp and he brought his people to visit, until this current stage, Mountain Eagle has indeed been responding to their 'friendship'...

The Native Americans didn't have what he wanted at all. All the acquisition of Emperor salmon and furs was less of a business and more of a charitable project for the Native Americans.

Every smile the indigenous people gave to the brown bear camp earned them real money in return!
Huai En wondered if he was overthinking things, but he suddenly realized that this attack might be a test for his tribe...

Because some people in the tribe did express their dissatisfaction with the 'misfortune' brought by the mountain eagles, and also opposed Wayne leading people to intervene in this battle that had nothing to do with them.

Wayne suddenly realized that although the Mountain Eagles had never asked them to get involved, if they remained silent, the future might look very different...

Razer, that old Inuit guy, is indeed very experienced. Every word he says sounds like friendship, but in reality, every word he says is a reminder of the 'interests' involved.

Looking at Razer, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Wayne hesitated for a moment before nodding heavily and saying, "We're helping the Brown Bear Camp not for profit, but because the Mountain Eagles are our friends..."

Native Americans never abandon their friends!

Razer, his eyes fixed on the direction of the brown bear camp, waved his hand dismissively and said, "Then you should respect your friend's wishes and help him capture as many people as possible..."

Of course, the premise is that you don't get injured!

As he spoke, Razer stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "That bastard Bloodfox sent me to the south bank right from the start of the battle; he's definitely up to something..."

(End of this chapter)