Chapter 645: Chapter 645
The enemy hurriedly set up trick mines in the forest, and then concentrated on hiding in the woods on both sides of the exit, aiming to prevent Mountain Eagle and his team from reaching the summit along the mountain path, resulting in a clustered distribution of personnel.
With dense tree canopies blocking the way, the actual destructive effect of the 40mm grenades was terrible...
But as Mountain Eagle said, if it doesn't kill you, it scares you!
After a round of intense bombing, the enemies that had just concentrated on the sides of the exit were scattered!
Modern warfare is so unreasonable...
Even though the opponents are top-notch experts and extremely well-equipped, facing the firepower advantage and perception advantage of Mountain Eagle and his team, they showed no ability to fight back, being overwhelmed from the start of the battle.
Mountain Eagle originally intended for Balang to rush into the woods after the bombing and release smoke bombs, further showcasing their sensory advantage. However, the enemy was clearly suppressed to the extreme and fought back fiercely.
After more than twenty enemies were scattered, under orders from the frontline commander, they launched an attack downwards along the edge of the mountain path.
When they charged to a position about a hundred meters away from Mountain Eagle and his team, the rear grenade launcher had to stop firing to prevent accidental injuries, causing the threat of bombing to disappear.
However, the illuminating bomb mortar shells fired by Lamalock still gained an advantage for Mountain Eagle and his team, the brightness and heat obscured the detection of the Predator in the sky...
Tiffany, driving Vehicle No. 2, pushed the damaged Vehicle No. 1 up the mountain path with the front of her car. After arriving at the position, she reversed to pick up the wounded from Teams BC withdrawing south, and sped away with them.
Sealion, who was in charge of steering Vehicle No. 1, made a hard turn at the final curve of the mountain path, positioning the car sideways across the road.
At the moment when the foremost gunman poked his head out, he saw two green ammunition chains. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
"Bang bang bang bang..."
Sealion, whose injured arm was bandaged, agilely scrambled into the rear compartment, grasped the linked machine guns, pulled the trigger, and controlled two green long whips to strike at the edge of the mountain path.
The foremost gunman instinctively dived towards a big tree by the roadside, but his body was struck by several bullets mid-air, causing two streams of blood to explode from his abdomen and thigh.
The fierce firepower quickly woke the gunmen attacking along the roadside, they swiftly spread out, 12 on each side, like two arms reaching towards Mountain Eagle and his team.
Because the front of Vehicle No. 1 was facing left, to prevent Sealion controlling the machine guns from encountering attacks, Mountain Eagle rushed towards the right side of the forest while shouting, "They're flanking, tank, suppress the left-side woods and Butcher, Pirate to the right, Sled follow me..."
Pigeon, Post Box stay to provide support...
Donkey, cover Butcher and them with Spearhead missiles..."
As Mountain Eagle charged into the forest, Balang was even quicker...
This agile military dog darted into the forest like a phantom, then the four smoke bombs on his back popped in sequence, soon filling the right-side forest with thick white smoke.
Just then, the illuminating bomb in the sky suddenly went out, plunging the forest into darkness again.
Taking advantage of the darkness and dense smoke as he passed by two gunmen, Balang's remaining two Jump Mines on his back shot up...
Following the two explosions, the sound of rain hitting banana leaves echoed simultaneously in the woods.
Tiny steel balls fired in a ring formation at a height of 1.2 meters, knocking down two enemies whose eyes hadn't fully adapted yet, causing them to emit painful screams.
Mountain Eagle and Sled naturally distanced themselves, relying on two big trees to wait for the enemy to close in on the wounded.
Meanwhile, the outermost gunman tried to rush towards the wounded when Balang, sprinting in the smoke, emerged and smashed his strong skull on the gunman's back, knocking him forward and down.
As the enemy fell, Balang ferociously pounced and bit his neck, his body shaking violently like a python to rip open his large artery.
At the same time, Donkey's voice came over the radio...
"Spearhead missile, 24 rounds, fire..."
Following Donkey's command, 24 mini-missiles shot up like fireworks from the pickup's rear compartment at the foot of the mountain...
They adjusted their posture in the air, diving towards the forest on the left side of the mountain path, then vertically dropped like rain when reaching a certain position.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
The power of the Spearhead missile wasn't great, and most exploded high due to the tree canopy's obstruction, but with so many attacking a small area simultaneously, it was bound to hit a couple of targets, while creating a vast smoke area, providing cover for Butcher and Pirate.
The enemy's two newly extended arms were instantly severed...
The enemies on the outer edge clashed with the No. 1 car position but were suppressed and scattered in panic by the fierce and unreasonable firepower.
Since the battle began until now, the tank which hadn't fired a shot finally unleashed its might...
This extremely wild super warrior ignored the sporadic bullets fired by the enemy, controlling the Single Soldier Gatling, he charged into the forest, found a firing angle, and with terrible dense gunfire, he sliced two gunmen in half.
Then this warrior with keen battlefield instincts abandoned the No. 1 car position, sprinted up a distance of several dozen meters, astonishingly reaching the left side enemy's flank, then relying on a tree approximately 80 cm in diameter, began firing.
The tank seemed somewhat clumsy, but he possessed a natural grasp for controlling machine guns.
Thanks to tactical glasses for night vision and special trailing light bullets, the tank could easily see the trajectory of his own shots...
This guy controlled the Single Soldier Gatling's path as if playing a game.
Not blindly firing, but rather, upon spotting two enemies, released a thick green long whip to aggressively strike them...
A gunman trying to counterattack from behind a tree had his arm merely grazed before it was completely shattered...
Then as the gunman painfully clutched his broken arm trying to hide, the green long whip rose like a stroke by a calligrapher, then sharply dropped to lash across the gunman's throat and chest.
The gunman's neck instantly burst open, and his bullet-proof vest shattered, as his body fell, half of his chest along with his relatively intact head rolled towards a nearby comrade's feet...
The nerves in his head twitched nervously, causing his comrade to let out an angry roar...
The guy fired a short burst at the tank, and the bullets intersected a green whip of light in the air.
A bullet hit the tank's chest, while the whip hit his head...
The gunman's helmeted head was instantly pulverized above the neck, like a chicken egg meeting a whisk...
The successful tank glanced down at his chest, discovering the bullet hadn't even penetrated the outer layer of the Interceptor Bullet-Proof Vest. Grinning, he carried the Single Soldier Gatling and took a few steps closer into the forest...
A seemingly sentient green whip accompanied by the sound of a chainsaw sliced through the gaps between the trees and lashed into the forest.
The side attack stunned the gunmen, who desperately rolled on the ground searching for cover, but the crossfire from Butcher and Pirate left them in absolute misery.
They couldn't advance nor retreat, their battlefield detection was lacking, and their firepower was far inferior...
This battle was unwinnable!
Compared to the overwhelming advantage established by the tank after its outburst on the left side, the skirmish on the winding road's right side was far more intense.
Sealion controlled the machine gun, suppressing a few enemies trying to attack the No. 1 vehicle's position, while Mountain Eagle and Sled, having dealt with a few outer enemies, quickly tightened towards the inside under the cover of smoke.
Sled, half-kneeling, fired a short burst and took down an enemy, then quickly rolled sideways like he'd been pricked by a needle, to the backside of a large tree.
Almost at the moment he escaped, a string of bullets hit where he'd just been.
And at the instant when two enemy gunmen began suppressing the airfire, Mountain Eagle appeared about 15 meters below them diagonally.
"Bang bang, bang bang"
Mountain Eagle executed both gunmen with point shots and simultaneously pulled off a hand grenade and threw it forcefully towards the one o'clock direction...
The gunmen attempting to target Mountain Eagle were jolted back, and exposed bodies had no time to evade before being gunned down by Sled's barrage.
Having scored again, Sled forcefully rolled forward to the right, and as his knee touched the ground, his left hand's magazine hit the latch on the AK-15 magazine rear, a new magazine topped into place as the empty one fell...
Another three-round burst hit a tree hiding an enemy...
After shooting, Sled's body sprung up like a loaded spring, rolling sideways once more.
This guy hadn't stood upright since the joint attack began with Mountain Eagle!
He clearly practiced wrestling for years...
To maintain his core balance in the complex terrain of the dark forest, he always kept a knee grounded, ensuring his body remained crouched during rolling movements.
In this situation, Sled became a deadly bullet-spewing sphere, rolling and shaking in the dense smoke, constantly switching bait with Mountain Eagle to draw enemy fire, creating opportunities for allies.
Despite a greater advantage on the left side, their efficient cooperation quickly diminished the right-side enemies...
While Mountain Eagle took out an exposed enemy, Sealion suddenly shouted in the radio...
"Boss, they're retreating, these cowards are backing off, fuck, how can they run away..."
Mountain Eagle glimpsed through Crow's perspective; seven red dots scattered along the winding road were swiftly escaping uphill, while numerous individuals inside the observation post established positions in its porch and hall.
Meanwhile, the enemies tangled with Arctic Fox on the north also began retreating...
"How could this happen?"
"How could this happen?"
Inside the observation post, Eric Ravenstone rushed to the cold middle-aged man, grabbing his collar and yelling loudly: "Are you all useless?
Can't you even hold them off?"
The cold middle-aged man put down the satellite phone, looking at the slightly collapsing Eric Ravenstone, with a heavy expression, he said: "The Edward Foundation's Demon Group is only 200 strong, these 60 here are elite selections from the Israeli special forces.
We've equipped them with the best weaponry, aided by Predators for reconnaissance, with cooperation from the soldiers you arranged; we held absolute superiority in numbers and terrain.
Yet now only thirteen remain, do you understand where the problem is..."
As he spoke, the cold middle-aged man waved, angrily pushing Eric Ravenstone's hands away: "You pigs can't even figure out the opponent's trump cards!
The knife he used tonight surpassed what the US Army used in Afghanistan in a year.
Those miniature missiles, I can't even determine their model, we can't even understand their reconnaissance methods...
Tell me, is that guy really just a mercenary?"
Beside him, "hangman" contemptuously glanced at the bewildered and panicked Jews. He shouted to the cold middle-aged man: "They've reached us!
Inform those outside, the observation post's hall cannot be lost, or even if a Black Hawk helicopter flies over, it can't save us..."