Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 931 Lure the Enemy
In the eyes of the mountain eagle, those soldiers trapped on the front lines were bait to lure the enemy's main force to the rear...

They will not retreat or escape unless they are rescued from the contact line.

The reason for allowing enemy armored vehicles to reach the contact line before destroying them was to give those on the contact line a chance to breathe.

These uncultured Albanians had never seen a weapon like the Switch Knife 600 before. In such a fierce battle, they had no time to think and could only drift along, being led by the Mountain Eagle's attack methods, which were far beyond their comprehension.

When the first wave of attackers who assaulted Mountain Eagle and his men were taken down, the remaining men, facing the pressure of death, chose to lie down while shouting for help to their rear...

Mountain Eagle glanced at Eddie, who was using his precise marksmanship to name names of those people, and waved his hand, saying, "Don't kill them. Put pressure on them. The main event is in the rear. We need to drag as many people into the battle as possible."

Eddie paused for a moment, nodded, and slowed his attack, then glanced at the front lines where attacks were coming in very frequently...

“If you have any special ideas, you should let Ramarez know. That guy is very proud. If he finds out that you are just using him as a tool on the battlefield, then you will have to find someone else for your trip to Mexico.”

Finding a top-tier mercenary group fluent in Spanish and familiar with Latin American customs is no easy feat these days!

After listening, Mountain Eagle waved his hand dismissively and said, "We didn't tell him so that everything would look natural. Otherwise, if their actions were distorted, it would be easy for the Kosovo Liberation Organization to notice something was wrong."

They mobilized a large force from the direction of the arsenal, and I didn't want my ideas and plans to be ruined by something so trivial.

Moreover, mercenaries are paid to do things; if he wants me to respect his opinions and ideas, he first needs to prove to me that their capabilities are worth it.

Eddie and Mountain Eagle wiped out the secret base together, and he knew how Mountain Eagle was feeling at that moment...

Considering that Ramarez and his group were indeed just doing their jobs, this was truly the best way to test their resilience under pressure...

Eddie nodded slightly. He then crouched down under the large tree, took out a small mirror with a retractable handle, and held it up to observe the enemy's movements in the distance.

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

However, some people 'waste' bullets to effectively suppress the opponent's space of movement and create better opportunities for others to strike, while others simply do so to prove that they can still fire and are not powerless to resist.

The vanguard of the Kosovo Liberation Organization is now playing the latter role; their strenuous counterattacks are merely to buy time for those behind them to come and rescue them.

Unfortunately, those in the rear were also helpless at this point. After the armored vehicles they had placed their hopes on were brought to a halt, they also lost their means of long-range attacks. They could only make do with what they had on the spot, digging up soil, filling bags, and then building shelters on the roofs of pickup trucks, hoping to make an attempt to charge and use firepower to relieve their comrades on the contact line.

The Mountain Eagle, eager to wait for the enemy's main force to arrive, was in no hurry. He waited until the soldiers behind him finished modifying their pickup trucks and rushed into the fields on both sides of the road, crossing the contact line, before calling in the Switchblade 600 from the sky...

"Boom boom boom boom..."

This explosion completely stunned those behind it...

Actually, not many people died, but it destroyed the morale and courage of the soldiers in the rear.

Even a fool would know at this point that the enemy had means to threaten them from the air...

Those enemies left behind had no ranged attack means left. Several experienced officers organized a group of men, armed with RPGs, and tried to enter the sparse bushes on the left side of the road, hoping to use their numerical advantage to relieve their comrades on the contact line.

However, just as these people entered within 350 meters of the mountain eagle's flank, two broadswords instantly brought them to their senses.

There's no way to get through!
1400 tiny steel balls shot out from the foot-high dry weeds, covering a 120-degree area in front.

The attack, which left almost no blind spots, was like a torrential downpour drenching the soldiers.

The deaths weren't too gruesome; in fact, very few died instantly...

However, even being hit by just one or two steel balls can still cause immense pain!
"what……"

Painful screams rose and fell, but the mountain eagle seemed completely oblivious, its eyes fixed on the last remaining enemy force.

They were still a 20-minute drive from the 'farm', and the convoy contained not only nearly two hundred soldiers but also long-range heavy weapons.

Looking through the crow's eyes at the 107mm rocket launchers mounted on the back of pickup trucks, and the exaggeratedly designed twin-barreled anti-aircraft guns, Mountain Eagle couldn't help but shake his head...

If even a local warlord could obtain so many heavy weapons in this desolate place, one can imagine how harsh the living conditions must be for the Serbs.

Perhaps the reinforcements were about to arrive, or perhaps the screams of those men inspired the soldiers' courage. The dozen or so soldiers who had been suppressed in front of Mountain Eagle and his men suddenly launched a frenzied attack.

Meanwhile, another 8-man squad was dispatched from their rear, firing to suppress the enemy while rushing towards the location of the wounded.

At this moment, Mountain Eagle felt a little pressure. Just as he was trying to detonate a broadsword to break up the frontal attack and free up his hands to deal with the people coming from behind, Razer suddenly gave Eddie a wink...

As if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, the two old men simultaneously stopped Mountain Eagle's actions. Then, Eddie suddenly stood up and opened fire rapidly on the enemy who was attacking him head-on... After quickly taking down the two men, Eddie successfully drew their attention...

At the same time, Razer quickly moved to the enemy's flank along the direction the tree had fallen. After throwing two smoke grenades, the old man fired a burst of bullets using a hip-fire stance.

Compared to Eddie's precision, Razer's movements, though resembling those of a ruthless bandit, are no less lethal.

Four gunmen were either dead or wounded, and the rest of the men, as if doused with cold water, lay sprawled on the ground, uttering meaningless roars while firing wildly.

After succeeding, Razer quickly retreated to its position, leaving behind only two thick plumes of smoke to attract distant enemies to spray bullets into them.

Having relieved the pressure from the front, Razer smiled at the Mountain Eagle, and the instant Eddie changed his magazine, he rose again and sprinted to the right.

The old man truly lives up to his "super soldier" reputation; even at almost 70 years old, he can still run incredibly fast...

However, this time, he acted as bait, attracting the attention of the reinforcements. The moment Eddie was pulled, he was like a robot programmed with a program. He knelt behind the tree and quickly fired, killing three people.

As they lay down for cover, Razer, who had already charged nearly 100 meters ahead, threw two more smoke grenades forward. Then, as the smoke rose, he sprinted and slid into the smoke zone, firing a burst of bullets at the remaining enemies...

There weren't any particularly fancy techniques, just simple two-person cooperation...

Eddie stayed behind cover as anchor, while Razer provided mobile firepower, constantly drawing attention or applying pressure to the opponent by moving around or firing.

It's impossible for two people to deliver a decisive blow and inflict absolute damage on their opponents, but they did suppress the enemy from two directions in a short period of time, thwarting their counterattack.

Their objective was very clear: the Mountain Eagles said they needed to hold them off and preserve their firepower as much as possible, so they brought out what they were best at.

The mountain eagle could tell that this was a common tactic used by the Arctic fox!

He had witnessed it once before at Sunset Mountain, but that time there were six Arctic Foxes. They did the same thing: one person stayed at the anchor point while the rest of the group wandered around.

They don't need aerial observation; they can tear their opponents to shreds in complex environments like a game, using their extensive combat experience, just like a wolf pack.

Their 'Wolf King' is the precise marksman who acts as an anchor point. The 'Wolf King' can attract attention on its own and also serve as the main source of damage.

With just a glance or a gesture, the 'Wolf King' knows how to cooperate with the wolf pack!

Their highly aggressive teamwork allowed them to suppress enemies from two directions with just the two of them and two guns.

This approach is completely different from the three-thirds system that Mountain Eagle learned from the sergeant major system since childhood, in terms of its operational structure and logic.

Mountain Eagle wanted to cooperate with them, but every time he raised his rifle and fired, although he could hit the enemy, he just felt like he couldn't keep up with the pace.

This was impossible in the past!

In the past, no matter who he was working with, Mountain Eagle was always the one leading the rhythm. But now he felt that the two old men were slowing him down, and he even felt a sense of misalignment, as if he was using the wrong force.

To achieve this level of skill while outnumbered has made Mountain Eagle fully understand just how strong Arctic Fox truly is.

Each of them is the pinnacle of soldiers, and they have developed a unique combat style that allows them to unleash their combat power many times over when fighting against overwhelming odds.

Of course, this situation also has drawbacks, namely, the casualty rate would be very high...

This approach, which focuses 90% of its energy on offense, is naturally overwhelming against second-rate opponents.

Ordinary warlords or gangsters, when encountering Arctic Fox and being the one being attacked, have almost no chance of resistance.

However, if the enemy is highly skilled and there is a significant disparity in fighting spirit and numbers, then casualties are very likely to occur.

The Arctic foxes face immense pension pressure, and the remaining surviving old men are so formidable because they are all top-tier fighters with both exceptional ability and luck who survived under such circumstances.

Watching Razer retreat to cover during the enemy's counterattack, Mountain Eagle reached out and pulled the old man up, then looked at the scrapes on his arm and said with a sigh, "It wasn't necessary, really..."

After saying that, Mountain Eagle stopped hiding his intentions. He calculated the time briefly, then tapped the frame of his tactical glasses a few times, releasing all the unactivated Switchblades 600 on the three assault boats.

He then directed the drones in the sky to deploy two to bomb the enemy on the flanks and flanks...

Two explosions rang out, two plumes of smoke rose, and the battlefield fell silent for a moment...

(End of this chapter)