Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 379 - 363: Fierce Battle 1

The situation on Sunset Mountain is extrely bad!

Mountain Eagle hadn’t expected the enemy to be so audacious as to kidnap tourists as shields and attempt a frontal assault.

Even if they couldn’t break through from the front, they could tie down Sunset Mountain’s main force, providing an opportunity for the more than forty people detouring from behind to launch a flanking attack.

Theoretically, disregarding moral issues, these people had already won half the battle from the mont they kidnapped the tourists.

Because no matter whether Mountain Eagle was concerned for the hostages or ignored them, he would have to bear imnse pressure.

Whether the frontal attack was successful or ended in a standoff, it would be advantageous for those people.

Putting aside their bastardly act, this is a confrontation of tactical details.

At the sa ti, this is the reason why rcenaries or terrorists are loathed by many; they are reckless, using any ans necessary to achieve their objectives.

Mountain Eagle could clearly see the enemy’s tactical layout, the only uncertainty being the situation inside the school bus.

More than forty people tried to launch a strong attack via the East Slope, while on the front, twenty-sothing people were divided into several groups, creating a staggered longitudinal distance, forming a tiered cover.

So also entered the jungles on the West Side to protect the flanks of the frontal squad, constantly keeping Killing Bee and his group in the café garden on alert.

At this ti, worrying about hostages was irresponsibly harming oneself. Faced with the opponent’s offensive, Mountain Eagle imdiately entered the ga mode.

Treating the hostages like NPCs, he chose to confront the enemy head-on without hesitation.

As for consequences, those were matters to consider after victory—there would be no after if he lost!

The yellow school bus, carrying about forty hostages, suddenly accelerated as it approached the mountain road...

At the mont it entered the mountain road intersection, a bullet hit the front right tire of the vehicle, causing the school bus to suddenly swerve to the right, crashing into the inner side of the mountain wall.

As the driver struggled to get the bus moving again, a barrage of machine gun bullets struck the engine area of the school bus, causing it to ’gasp for air’ a few tis like an asthmatic before the engine died.

When the school bus was forced to stop, the right-side door was suddenly opened, and 6 fully ard rcenaries got off, then used the school bus as cover to begin a probing supply fire towards the mountaintop.

The two Pickup trucks forming tiered cover at the rear also slowed down their advance, stopping about 100 ters away from the mountain road intersection, with a dozen ard rcenaries jumping off...

So used the Pickup as cover, and groups of four directly pushed the vehicle forward.

Others simply jumped down into the roadside ditches, using the jungle trees as cover.

Both sides ford a rolling advancent pattern; whenever the Pickup moved forward about 20 ters, the rcenaries from the jungle on either side would follow and overtake.

The mixed tactics of infantry suggested that they were poised for a forceful assault...

However, their sparse gunfire, along with a slow advancent strategy likened to ’thunder loud but little rain’, quickly exposed their intentions.

They still aid to hold the main forces on the mountaintop, creating opportunities for the rcenaries on the East Slope!

But this was an overt strategy—even understanding their intentions, Mountain Eagle and his team couldn’t afford to relax one bit...

The snipers Pigeon and God Stick, positioned on the South Side of the mountaintop, didn’t have many options against the rcenaries using the school bus as cover...

They could only slow down the enemy’s advance by shooting at people around the gradually approaching Pickup trucks from a distance.

In order to avoid harming the hostages inside the school bus, Mountain Eagle even had to shut down the automatic control system of the Sentry Weapons on the South Side and West Side, switching to manual control to mark targets.

Sentry Weapons vary their usage based on alert levels...

The lowest level is a warning, followed by firing into the air to deter and drive away.

The mid-level includes a warning, shooting into the air, and if the target continues to approach, then shooting is authorized.

The highest level is shooting without warning.

Although these devices are said to be intelligent, they can only recognize friendlies through specific chips and then, according to pre-set patterns, treat all those not wearing chips as enemies.

The enemy wanted to delay ti, Mountain Eagle wanted to delay ti as well, so the firefight between the two sides wasn’t particularly fierce, leading to a deadlock for the ti being.

Mountain Eagle prompted Crow to lower its altitude, ticulously discerning the enemy’s movent direction and the situation inside the school bus, and then decisively ordered...

"Sofia, the mont the enemy on the East Slope enters range, have Monday drop Smoke Bombs below the East Slope...

Eddie, Cal, you two hold off the enemy on the East Slope...

Butcher, Daria, follow down from the West Side, we’ll flank the enemy.

FUCK, if we don’t rescue those hostages, we can’t carry on this fight!"

Eddie and Cal exchanged worried glances but didn’t question Mountain Eagle’s command...

Eddie placed several spare magazines and Defensive Hand Grenades within easy reach, and watched Cal, more serious than ever before, fit an infrared scope adapter in front of his aiming device, then set up an MK20 semi-automatic sniper rifle behind cover...

Eddie said with a smile, "How long has it been since we seriously competed?

Wanna bet? I’ll wager your revolver..."

Cal listened to the barking of dogs from the distant mountains, raised his middle finger to Eddie and cursed, "You better focus, damn it..."

Saying this, Cal took a deep breath, rubbing his aging and sotis dry eyes, excitedly saying, "Mountain Eagle trusts us; we can’t let him down.

Just forty-sothing people..."

While the two old guys were talking, Mountain Eagle had already led Butcher and Daria down a rope from the 4-ter-high roadbed on the West Side into the jungle.

The advantage of Sunset Mountain was that the true firepower points had not been exposed. Mountain Eagle wanted to launch an attack from the flank, then use the suppression from the Sentry Weapons to rescue the hostages inside the school bus.

However, to achieve this goal, he first had to bypass the rcenaries in charge of protection in the side jungle without alerting them, and approach the mountain road intersection.

Otherwise, once the enemy noticed sothing, it would be very difficult to completely extract all the hostages without the elent of surprise.

After the three of them entered the jungle, they didn’t split up. Instead, led by Mountain Eagle, they stuck close together, quickly maneuvering through the jungle in a detour.

Mountain Eagle didn’t go in a straight line. With the three-dinsional reconnaissance ford by Crow and Balang, he could not only clearly pinpoint the enemy’s location but also see their stance and the direction of their gun muzzles.

In order not to alert the enemy, Mountain Eagle had no choice but to take a detour while letting Balang and his two new companions move around in the jungle to attract the attention of the enemies there.

And just as Mountain Eagle was slowly circling around, the enemy finally reached the position of East Slope...

Those raggedly dressed Rohingya rcenaries not only showed experience but also good training. They completely spread out in the jungle, set up staggered cover, and then the rear team opened fire first to suppress, followed by the forward team quickly advancing...

Just as they were about to enter the trail on the East Slope of Sunset Mountain, Eddie and Cal fired...

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang..."

The two top-tier precise shooters demonstrated a very high level of tactical proficiency and ntal fortitude, calmly taking cover and delivering deadly blows to the enemy under suppressing fire...

The 6 Rohingya rcenaries who first entered both sides of the trail were unable to find proper cover and were struck down by the two precise shooters, leaving three downed and the rest suppressed at their location...

Eddie hit one of the prone Rohingya rcenaries, and a shrill scream ensued.

While moving his scope, he spotted an enemy rcenary montarily popping up at the edge of the jungle 400 ters away, hit in the thigh and rolling on the ground...

When another two Rohingya rcenaries tried to drag the wounded, Cal fired again...

"Bang"

A 7.62mm bullet entered through the ribs of one Rohingya rcenary, pierced through the body, and miraculously hit the waist of another ’rescue troop’.

In just a few seconds, two were critically wounded, and one was killed.

Dissatisfied, Eddie stood up for a better shooting angle and quickly pulled the trigger, killing the last two in the enemy’s vanguard, then ducked back behind cover and shouted loudly, "Move..."

Eddie quickly rolled to his left, then pressed against the ground and crawled for tens of ters.

Cal made the sa move, except the two crawled in different directions.

The summit of Sunset Mountain is an irregular trapezoid, with the widest East Side stretching nearly 130 ters.

For two people to defend such a wide position, they needed to read the enemy’s offense and react effectively to provide the best response.

Eddie and Cal were old guns among the old guns; they didn’t need to communicate, a simple command was enough to know what their partner wanted to do.

Indeed, as soon as they moved, the suppressing fire from below concentrated on their previous positions, and the Rohingya rcenaries began to split their forces and launched attacks from both sides.

Eddie, lying on the ground, hit a slightly advanced rcenary, and then suddenly noticed a flicker of light in the corner of his eye...

Without looking, he knew what had happened...

"Watch out, RPG..."

"Boom, boom..."

The distance was over four hundred ters, beyond the effective range of the rocket-propelled grenade, so the grenade ultimately plunged into the mountainside below their cover.

An explosion happened beneath the shelter where Eddie and the others were just monts ago. Amid flying debris, a small part of the mountain edge collapsed.

Cal, alerted by Eddie’s warning, curled up with his arms crossed on the ground. After the explosion, he quickly set up the MK20 rifle to stop the assaulting rcenaries on the other side and shouted loudly: "It’s an M72, FUCK, these people can’t even afford clothes, how the hell do they have such things.

"They’re testing the trajectory, we have to be careful...

Mountain Eagle, let your toy open fire, Eddie and I can’t hold on much longer..."

While the two were engaged in intense combat with their adversaries, 6 Big Dobermans quietly appeared on the flank of the rcenaries down the mountain...

The canine control system had a brilliant design. To accommodate the lack of rapport in the initial stages, the chest area of the dogs’ bulletproof Vests could project an infrared dot onto the ground to precisely control the dogs’ direction.

Just like a cat teaser or a carrot hung in front of a Donkey, it could be used to adjust the dogs’ movent direction.

Then, commands could be used to slow down the dogs, sprint, and pounce...

Just when Eddie and Cal were struggling, six Big Dobermans initiated a lateral ground sprint from the enemy’s flank.

Simultaneously smoke Bombs and gas bombs were emitted from the pockets of their bulletproof Vests.

For the dogs, a distance of over a hundred ters was a matter of seconds, 6 Dobermans, 18 Smoke Bombs, 18 gas bombs...

Thick smoke accompanied by a horrible pungent sll quickly covered the East Slope...

Even from hundreds of ters away, Eddie could hear faint coughing sounds.

Scanning through the infrared overlay for targets, Eddie continuously pulled the trigger, ruthlessly striking down the vulnerable.

This kind of man and dog coordination, even an experienced old gun like Eddie had never seen, he looked at Cal, equally astonished, and said, "I’m definitely getting a couple of good dogs when I get back, FUCK, I like them..."

Cal, sensing today’s wind direction, peered through thermal optics at most of the enemies in the jungle concentrating to the right side to avoid the gas zone, and said with a frown, "Eddie, keep an eye on the bottom, they haven’t given up yet..."