Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 891 Strange Soldiers
Mountain Eagle wasn't going to listen to Eddie's advice; he just wanted to stall for time...

The enemy has a large number of troops, and the enemy in the south is equipped with heavy weapons. Once one side becomes stalemated, the other side will face enormous pressure.

If the enemy were to rush into the woods, the mountain eagle itself wouldn't be in much trouble, but whether the old men could escape would be another question.

Most importantly, if they lose the woman in red and also miss out on the old gunslinger Isis sent by the Angel of Death, then the Mountain Eagle will have lost a valuable bargaining chip in their cooperation with the Department of Homeland Security.

It's just stalling for time. Facing deadly bullets in broad daylight in an open wasteland with no safe haven, as long as the other side still has some sense, they'll think things through.

The Mountain Eagles called Kobe before the battle even started; more than three hours had passed since the refugee group set off...

The refugee group didn't originate from the United States, but flew in from Azerbaijan, which is why Kobe gave a timetable that he would definitely arrive within 6 hours.

If Mountain Eagle and his team can hold on for just over two more hours, reinforcements will arrive!
Compared to the blind and frenzied behavior of the gunmen on the Mountain Eagles' side, the old Isis gunmen south of the woods were quite formidable.

Despite the threat of large-caliber sniper rifles, this group remained calm and directed their bayonet-wielding gunmen, instructing them to learn their techniques for concealed firing...

Regardless of the effectiveness of this shooting maneuver, the bullets fired by dozens of automatic rifles still pose a threat. If a novice encounters this situation and loses their composure, they will be given an opportunity.

Meanwhile, a group of eight bearded gunmen slowly advanced along the ditch below the roadbed, while another group retreated to the other side of the road, attempting to outflank them.

This is the benefit of having a numerical advantage. As a result, the elk had to abandon the frontal battle and turn their attention to the flanks, wanting to intercept the enemy the moment they showed themselves.

However, in this situation, the pressure from the front would be too great...

Under the cover of the bayonet gang's chaotic gunfire, several bearded gunmen crawled quickly forward for more than ten meters. After realizing that no bullets were coming their way, two particularly daring bearded men stood up and sprinted for several dozen meters.

The large-caliber sniper rifle in the woods didn't fire, so the remaining men stood up and began to charge...

"boom"

The second group was not so lucky. A large-caliber armor-piercing round tore open a gunman's left chest like a giant axe, causing him to spin and fall to the ground lifeless.

The series of successful long-range shots completely dispelled any remaining hope the gunmen had for safety...

Soon, several MG3 machine guns were set up on the edge of the ditch next to the roadbed. With a series of ear-piercing explosions, the MG3 machine guns unleashed a large amount of ammunition into the woods.

The MG3 machine gun demonstrated a considerable rate of fire and accuracy. Although the firing distance exceeded the maximum range of 1200 meters of the iron sights, these experienced machine gunners still kept the firing range within the approximate area where the camel was located, forcing the camel to move its position, abandon the open field of fire, and seek new cover in the woods.

"Fuck, why don't these guys just take missiles and go to war?"

The forced-back camel found a new spot, but after several attempts to aim, it couldn't find a good shooting opportunity.

Seeing the enemy in front of them struggling to crawl forward under the cover of machine gun fire, Camel called out to Blood Fox over the radio: "We have to stop one direction, otherwise we can't hold out for two hours."

Blood Fox leaned against a large tree that took two people to encircle, glancing back every now and then to observe, and found that the other party had not yet entered the kill range of the preset bomb...

Hearing the camel's call, Blood Fox shook his head and said, "Don't worry, their bullets are limited. We'll hold them off, and Mountain Eagle and the others will finish the job soon."

The camel looked up at the tree trunk above. A bullet broke a horizontal branch, and a large handful of pine needles and branches hit his head.

Listening to the crackling of bullets hitting the trees all around, Camel shook his head, raised his sniper rifle again, and searched for targets through the narrow field of fire, saying, "Let's hope they hurry up..."

"boom"

…………

As Mountain Eagle watched the violent explosion in the distance, his hand, which was about to pull the trigger, involuntarily stopped...

He just saw something about the size of a thermos bottle fly up from the north, then it flew for about 70 or 80 meters before landing a dozen meters away from the gangster gunman, and then it exploded violently…

There was no dazzling flame, only a flash of orange light, and then extremely thick black smoke erupted from the explosion site.

The eagle quickly changed its perspective and, through the crow, saw Galahad and Robin standing between two bushes, assembling a crudely made, oversized slingshot using two thick rubber ropes...

The two pulled hard on the slingshot's elastic cord and then released it, sending another bomb flying into the air...

The first time Mountain Eagle saw this tactic was in Los Angeles, where the bomb fanatic 'Lan Marlock' assembled a similar large slingshot in his van and easily blew up a menacing drug dealer gunman.

Galahad was clearly familiar with this tactic; the second shot was noticeably more accurate than the first. The bomb landed at the edge of the gangster's hiding place before exploding violently...

"Boom..." The explosion was extremely powerful, and it produced thick black smoke that made it impossible to see anything...

The mountain eagle couldn't see exactly how many people were killed in the explosion, but it did see Robin put on a gas mask, walk around for several dozen meters, and then rush towards the explosion site under the cover of Galahad, who was upwind.

Robin, running wildly, was like an antelope galloping across the prairie. The uneven ground posed no obstacle to him. With a high-kick-like motion, he dashed into the thick black smoke, and then gunfire began to ring out from within…

There were no exaggerated screams. Galahad and his men had made the bombs themselves, and it was unclear what materials they had added. The bombs weren't particularly lethal, but they released a very large area of ​​smoke, and the thick smoke was clearly very harmful to humans...

The shockwave from the explosion, coupled with the widespread thick smoke, disoriented the gunmen trapped within, and with each breath they took, they felt that life was meaningless.

In a situation where even breathing has become a luxury, let alone fighting ability, being able to stand up and take a few steps would be considered heroic.

"Shit, these old bastards are still so vicious..."

Mountain Eagle had never seen anything like it before, and he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is this thing?"

Eddie sniffed and shook his head, saying, "This is the signature skill of Lanmarok from the Knights of the Round Table. That bastard can make these poison bombs using all sorts of strange things."

The explosion itself won't kill people; it's the toxic fumes produced by thermite or napalm that are lethal.

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle exclaimed in surprise, "Are these homemade bombs really that effective?"

Why don't any armies use this kind of thing?

Eddie inhaled the pungent smell that wafted over, coughed a few times, and then said irritably, "If the army were in our situation, calling for air or artillery support would definitely be more reliable than this thing."

Lanmarok, that old madman, has unreliable bomb recipes. He enjoys blowing up others, but he also frequently gets his own people blown up.

There was once a foolish mercenary who bought Lanmarok's bomb recipe at a high price, only to find that the bomb exploded in his backpack as soon as he entered the bunker on the battlefield.

Only a madman would hang out with that kind of unstable stuff…

As Eddie spoke, he pulled out a gas mask and put it on. He stood up, grabbed his gun, and ran south, saying, "Those guys are definitely done for. You stay here to cover those two lunatics. I'll go south to help."

As Eddie spoke, Robin, having completed his killing spree, rushed out of the smoke zone, waved in the direction of Galahad, and then used a shallow ditch as cover to set up a PKM machine gun he had scavenged, and began firing at the enemy bunkers near the south side of the woods.

"Da da da da..."

Machine gun bullets pounded into the enemy lines from the flanks, the terrifying whistling sound causing several of the forward gunners to jump up and run south.

The moment they were exposed, the camel pulled the trigger again...

"boom"

This time, the bullet ripped off one of the gunmen's calves, causing him to fall to the ground with a piercing scream.

Just as the camel was about to instinctively pull the bolt of its gun to attack the rescuers, several bullets fired from the ditch struck the screaming bearded gunman.

The abrupt end to the screams temporarily halted the enemy's plummeting morale, and the two MG3s began to turn their guns around...

Having completed his mission, Robin discarded his empty PKM and, under the cover of black smoke, rushed towards the woods before the enemy's bullets arrived.

With Galahad and Robin joining the fray, the Mountain Eagles, having cleared out one side of the enemy, finally reached a stalemate with them.

Machine gun firepower is always limited. If they can't break through in one wave, they need to replace the barrels and ammunition if they want to organize a second wave, which gives Mountain Eagle and his men enough breathing time...

Of course, the initiative still lies with the enemy, because the Bayonet Gang has significantly more resources than the trapped Mountain Eagles.

The two sides rested for less than twenty minutes before two large agricultural tractors belching thick black smoke drove onto the road from the camp on the other side of the farm river and headed towards Mountain Eagle and his group.

In front of one of the vehicles was a set of harvesters that had been raised, with tires, steel plates, sandbags, and other items hanging on them...

The other one was done in a more brutal way. These guys used a shovel to plow the top of a wrecked car, then lifted the shovel and used the car as cover.

The enemy is actually preparing to use combined arms tactics against us. Mountain Eagle doesn't know whether to be afraid or feel honored...

(End of this chapter)