Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 890 Engaging the Enemy
"I knew it……"

Mountain Eagle tossed a half-filled plastic bottle containing explosives and steel balls onto the ground like trash, then said irritably, "I haven't even had a chance to go find them yet, and this Bayonet Gang has already come knocking on my door."

That's good, it saves us time during our retreat.

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle ran wildly, dropping improvised explosive devices in places where the enemy might pass by. Then, when the enemy's convoy stopped by the roadside, he began to retreat.

Through the crow's perspective, watching the large group of Bayonet Gang disembark and head straight for the coniferous forest, Mountain Eagle pressed the radio and said with some doubt, "I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the enemy seems to know exactly where we are."

How exactly did they confirm our movements and location?
Drones? Definitely not!

Just after the mountain eagle retreated into the coniferous forest and took its position, the sound of a elk came through the radio...

"It was those two snipers who escaped. I was too far away from them at the time, so I only managed to wound them and find their guns, but not their observation equipment or secondary weapons. They definitely didn't go far."

Mountain Eagle nodded in realization, then asked with some curiosity, "You didn't kill them? Does that mean they were very powerful?"

As a hot-tempered veteran, Elk surprisingly didn't refute this time. Instead, he said in a deep voice, "I don't know if those two snipers are top-notch. I only know that their guns are excellent, and they are very good at escaping."

I saw the scene inside the car; there was blood there, and one of them was bleeding quite heavily. In that situation, they were able to escape either because the lightly wounded sniper was very loyal, or because they used drugs.

The gunmen's actions earlier were a bit strange; they acted far too fearlessly, so drugs are a more likely explanation.

As the elk recounted his discovery, the blood fox found a secluded spot, lay down, and spoke into the radio: "Stop guessing. The two snipers are high-ranking assassins from the Path of Light. Those gunmen are just cannon fodder they temporarily hired."

While packing up, I checked the bodies; they must have been 'surrogate victims'!
"Mountain Eagle, you certainly haven't forgotten the 'scapegoat' who caused you so much trouble in Los Angeles, have you?"

Mountain Eagle crouched on the north side of the woods, gun raised and aimed at the stone house, ready to stop the gangsters crossing the river at any moment, creating an opportunity for Galahad and Robin...

Upon hearing Blood Fox's explanation, he frowned and said, "That doesn't make sense, 'scapegoat'?"
With such generous welfare benefits in Europe, where do they find recruits for 'surrogate soldiers'?

Blood Fox chuckled and said, "Gypsies living below the extreme poverty line, illegal immigrants from the Middle East, immigrants from several impoverished countries in Eastern Europe..."

Using drugs and hope, along with some training, one can easily assemble a team of 'scapegoats'.

Bloodfox paused for a moment, then said, "Mountain Eagle, we're in trouble. You'd better call that Kobe Andrews and tell his men to hurry up."

The 'scapegoats' only care about money; the deaths of a dozen or so people are no problem for them.

As long as the two escaped snipers come up with enough money, more 'scapegoat' gunmen will soon arrive.

"Give them enough drugs, and they'll be terrifying soldiers!"

At this moment, Mountain Eagle had already spotted the gang of gunmen approaching from the west via drone...

Seeing how swiftly those people crossed the river, Mountain Eagle said with a wry smile, "It seems that it's not just the deceased's family who know that when they make their underlings risk their lives, they have to give them some drugs."

The enemy is a kilometer away on the west side. We're definitely in trouble..."

The elk, which had already climbed the tree and taken up a high point, suddenly spoke up: "The enemy convoy to the south is 1.5 kilometers away from us, already within firing range..."

Camel and I will hold off the enemy in front, Eddie will take my SVD to support Mountain Eagle, and Blood Fox will control the bombs..."

"boom"

As the deer spoke, the TAC-50 in his hand exploded with a loud bang...

The deer, perched on a tree branch with its back against the tree, trembled slightly, and then a burst of blood erupted from the crowd of people who had just gotten off the bus in the south...

The 12.7mm bullet, with its extreme dominance, scooped a large chunk out of a gunman's shoulder like a spoon scooping out jelly. The gunman's right shoulder then crumbled and collapsed like melted ice cream, leaving a huge gash as it was pulled along by his heavy right arm.

The bullet, still carrying its momentum, struck the calf of an unfortunate man behind that guy. The tumbling, unstable bullet shredded the calf and knee joint like a chainsaw...

When the unfortunate man's leg left him, he didn't even realize what had happened until he lost his balance and instinctively grabbed a car next to him. When he looked down, he realized he should have screamed...

"what……"

The Bayonet Gang members are essentially gangster gunmen. The Bayonet Gang, which is mainly composed of Gypsies, has very few members who have even served in the military.

They usually rely on their ruthlessness to get by in society, but this time they encountered a group of old hands who had lost all sense of life and death, and they were instantly at a loss for what to do.

The unfortunate man's scream startled the bayonet gang gunmen around him. Then, the gruesome death of the first gunman, followed by the horrific state of the second, made those around him pause for a few seconds before realizing what had happened...

"Sniper..."

Before they could fully process what to do, a bearded man with an AKM blew the unfortunate guy's head off. To prevent him from screaming and damaging morale, he shouted a warning to those around him, then leaped into the dry ditch below the roadbed.

The remaining twenty or so bearded men were all seasoned veterans of Isis, not only formidable fighters but also exceptionally experienced...

While the bayonet gang was stunned, most of them decisively scattered to find cover and then tried to locate the enemy. The others rushed to the back of the truck and pulled out several RPGs and spare rockets.

Just as the bearded man, carrying an RPG and rifle, charged toward the ditch below the roadbed, a bullet struck him in the abdomen, tearing his waist and abdomen apart...

Then, this seemingly ferocious bearded man rolled off the roadside in a very contorted motion. The bullet, still carrying significant force, struck the truck's fuel tank, producing sparks and flashes. And then...

"boom"

The punctured truck fuel tank ignited with a loud bang, and then the pressure propelled fuel to splash everywhere, causing the flames to rapidly expand.

"Shoot, shoot, take cover, take cover..."

A middle-aged Gypsy man with a mustache lay prone on the ground, shouting loudly as he crawled into the ditch, pointing in the direction of the gunfire. The bayonet gang's gunmen were mediocre, but they were ruthless. Hearing their leader's command, they began to unleash a barrage of bullets towards the woods using various strange movements.

The camel, wearing a hastily made ghillie suit, stood behind a fallen tree, using a tripod to control a TAC-50, which was an armor-piercing incendiary round with a Teflon composite core.

Faced with the enemy's chaotic counterattack, Camel pressed his cheek against the cheek rest, his eyes fixed on the distant enemy through the scope, focusing on the obviously more experienced bearded men.

Even when bullets landed on the big tree in front of the camel, he remained unmoved.

The two were about 1.5 kilometers apart. Camel wasn't a dedicated long-range sniper; compared to Elk's patience, he was more aggressive, pulling the trigger and firing a second shot as soon as he found an opportunity...

A loud bang...

The large-caliber armor-piercing incendiary round flew through the air for about two seconds before hitting the arm of a bearded gunman.

Although they only brushed past each other, a burst of blood erupted from the outside of the bearded gunman's upper arm, causing him to collapse to the ground in agony.

The armor-piercing incendiary rounds, still carrying considerable force, struck the side of the roadbed, exploding in a blinding white light. The splattering hot material burned through the clothes of a gunman hiding in a ditch below the roadbed.

Soon, a man with smoke coming from his back jumped up in terror, painfully patting his back. Unable to find a way to quell the flames on his back, he fell to the ground and began to roll around frantically, trying to suppress the flames and relieve his tension and pain.

A bearded man with a graying left eye grabbed the Gypsy with a mustache and dragged him along the ditch for more than ten meters. Then he said in a deep voice, "Tell your men not to panic. The enemy has snipers, but we outnumber them and have heavy weapons."

The enemy is in the woods at the 11 o'clock position. My men will cooperate with you to suppress them and buy me some time to cover our advance as close to them as possible.

The man with the mustache said with a grim expression, "You didn't tell me beforehand that the enemy would be this difficult to deal with."

The gray-eyed, bearded man shook his head indifferently and said, "Your boss took $200 million from my boss, just to have you guys cheer him on..."

With that, the gray-eyed, bearded man, his collar adorned with a mustache, said in a deep voice, "Tell those guys on the west to speed up their attack. They don't have many men. As long as we can get within about 500 meters, they're doomed."

The man with the mustache seemed very sensitive to dust. He nodded subconsciously, awkwardly pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialed a number, and shouted, "Speed ​​up! Get your men into the woods..."

…………

"Watch out, they're speeding up, shit, these guys are really fast..."

"boom"

Eddie sat behind a tree stump, propped the SVD against the heavy stump, and pulled the trigger at the enemy in the distance...

The bullet didn't take down the running enemy as Eddie had expected; instead, it grazed a guy's shoulder, leaving a trail of blood.

But the wounded gunman only paused briefly before resuming his sprint...

When he reached a position about 500 meters from the woods, intending to signal some of his comrades to stop and provide cover fire so that another group could charge, his head felt as if it had been struck by a hammer. It jerked violently backward, and then a fist-sized hole exploded in the back of his head.

Mountain Eagle quickly rotated the muzzle of his gun, took a quick aim, and pulled the trigger again...

"Da da da……"

The AK-105 used a three-round burst to take down another sprinting gunman, finally calming these hot-headed guys down.

As the enemy began to lie down for cover and the Mountain Eagle searched for its next target, it couldn't help but taunt Eddie, who was standing not far away...

"Can you do it or not?"

Eddie paused for a moment, grinned, and pulled the trigger on the SVD again...

"boom"

This time he didn't miss. A 7.62mm sniper bullet hit a gunman in the neck and simultaneously blew the head off another gunman who was passing by behind him.

This kind of one-on-two kill is nothing special in densely populated areas, but to achieve it when the enemy is scattered and running wildly, that's quite something.

Eddie glanced smugly at the Mountain Eagle and said with a smile, "Kid, I'm the best archer in Arctic Fox, I always have been, and I still am..."

"Clap clap clap clap..."

“Oh shit…”

Driven by a hail of bullets, Eddie nimbly rolled backward several times, returning to the woods from the bulge. Then, using several large trees as cover, he lay prone at the base of a tree and pulled the trigger...

Mountain Eagle fired, hitting a key suppressive firing position, then laughed and said, "Yes, you're the best, so all the bullets are aimed at you. Quickly fire two more shots, then I'll be safe..."

Eddie pulled the trigger again, wounding one of the gunmen, and then quickly moved away from his position, rolling somewhat awkwardly behind a large tree to the side.

Sure enough, not long after he left, enemy fire enveloped the area where he had just been.

Such suppressive fire was certainly inaccurate, given that the two sides were only 600 meters apart, not even within each other's precise firing range, but neither dared to gamble...

Without a muffler, the SVD is quite noisy.

Eddie tried again, only to retreat deep into the woods, leaving himself with only a narrow field of fire, otherwise he would be spotted every time he fired.

The opponent wasn't even an expert; they just relied on their superior numbers and firepower to keep him pinned down.

Frustrated, Eddie put down the SVD, picked up his M27, and said menacingly, "Bring them closer..."

(End of this chapter)