Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 435 - 405: Increasingly Intense Conflict

Cooking took a long ti, but without Mountain Eagle needing to entertain or lead, the local Indians soon beca cheerful in anticipation of the food.

There were no primitive dances; a few Indian n picked up guitars and started the music, filling the camp with lodious folk songs.

Mountain Eagle didn’t understand Hindi, but sotis, in the right ti, the right place, and the right mood, you don’t need to understand the lyrics to grasp what they are expressing.

Worried there might not be enough food for everyone, among the singing, Mountain Eagle found so children to help. They washed 20 kilograms of rice that had been air-dropped, then set up three steaming baskets lined with cloth over the last big pot to start steaming the rice.

Daria helped so won handle the Emperor Salmon...

This experienced girl from Russia knew her way around sashimi. She would carefully fillet the large chunks of salmon, ticulously remove the big bones, bury the at in ice to chill, then slice it into 5mm thin pieces and plate them.

Unfortunately, her technique did not impress the others. Those Indian won squeezed pearl-like fish roe into bowls, placed spoons inside, and let children eat it as if it were ice cream.

They would then split the fish in half and cut it into finger-sized strips.

While Daria took ti to process one fish, those won could handle a dozen.

Mountain Eagle tasted both and found Daria’s sashimi slightly more flavorful, but in terms of filling bellies, the locals’ thod was the way to go.

Balang had been hungry for a while. When it saw Mountain Eagle free up so ti, this big dog ca up behind him, scratched his thigh with a front paw, and barked at the basin full of salmon...

Mountain Eagle was startled, then chuckled and hugged Balang’s neck tightly, ssing around and said, "This stuff is quite expensive, how about so dog food instead?"

Seem as if understanding Mountain Eagle, Balang gently carried Mountain Eagle’s hand towards the salmon, issuing a low ’woo woo’ growl as if to say it must try a few pieces...

Just as Mountain Eagle was about to tease Balang further, Jamie ca over dragging a 70cm long large salmon...

"It’s been hungry for a while, a hunter won’t let his rifle go hungry, this fish is for you..."

Mountain Eagle smiled and placed the large fish in front of Balang, signaling it could eat, then turned to the fishy-slling Jamie and said, "Thanks, I’m thinking of trying my luck in the northern mountains in a few days, any good advice?

Like, are there bears or wolves or stuff like that?"

Jesse nodded and replied, "The mountains up north are great hunting grounds, there’s tasty wild goats there, and brown bears and wolves roam the forest foothills.

But you can’t go there now..."

Mountain Eagle frowned slightly, asking, "Why?"

Jesse, sounding depressed, said, "A company bought that area, they don’t allow us to hunt around the mountains.

They’ve set a lot of animal traps and traps in the woods, several of our tribe mbers died there last winter.

If you want to hunt, you could cross the river to the south; there are lots of moose in the tundra there..."

Frowning, Mountain Eagle asked, "Do they have the right to do that? Why don’t you call the police?"

Jesse shook his head and said, "I don’t know, they claim it’s their land and they have the right...

But I don’t believe them because they not only stop us from hunting but also send people to harass us.

They damage our boats, plant iron stakes in our frequent paths to spoil our snowmobiles, they even release dogs to drive ga far away from us...

I’ll catch those bastards soday..."

Seeing Jesse clench his teeth while speaking, Mountain Eagle nodded slightly and said, "No one has the right to put their interests above others’ survival!

The bad guys will always be punished!"

Then slling the scent of cooked rice, Mountain Eagle chuckled and patted Jesse on the head, saying, "Go wash your hands and check how the girls’ juice preparation is going, we’ll be eating in half an hour."

Sniffing, Jesse nodded excitedly and said, "It slls great!

Sir, I see you have a lot of potatoes, could you spare so for ? So old folks in our tribe can’t chew well, mashed potatoes would be good for them."

Many Indian tribes still uphold the tradition of the young providing for the elderly, and Jesse’s strong sense of responsibility deeply impressed Mountain Eagle. He smiled and nodded, saying, "No problem, fetch Little Ruby when you leave, he’ll get a bag of potatoes for you."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle looked towards the camp greenhouse and smiled, "This kind of greenhouse is too primitive, I’ll build a gigantic one later, maybe even in winter you’ll be able to eat vegetables and potatoes."

Jesse obviously didn’t quite fancy Mountain Eagle’s so-called greenhouse...

Given Alaska’s location, they were not far from the permafrost layer, and even during sumr, the underground temperature about one ter down was only around one degree Celsius.

Plus, even with large machinery, removing underground debris and large tree roots is a massive, ungrateful task.

Mountain Eagle could tell Jesse wanted to persuade him to give up, but as soone from Hua Country deeply tied to the land, facing such vast land and not planting sothing felt sowhat inappropriate.

Mountain Eagle didn’t explain further to Jesse; he and Jesse together lifted the steaming rice from the pot...

Twenty kilograms of rice was enough for 40 people to eat...

Taking a pinch directly with his hand, Mountain Eagle tasted the rice, noting it was a bit different from back ho—just barely passable.

Watching Jesse sniffing near the rice, Mountain Eagle smiled and said, "How about I show you a magic trick?"

Without waiting for curious Jesse to ask, Mountain Eagle took out several large bags of dehydrated compressed vegetables and poured them into the pot that had just stead the rice.

Watching the vegetables rapidly swell as they absorbed water, Jesse curiously asked, "Can vegetables be smoked too?"

Mountain Eagle laughed heartily, pouring in several chunks of butter along with so previously rendered deer oil into the pot, then took out a large bowl, mixed about a dozen eggs, and poured them in, finally adding chicken powder and salt...

After stirring with a long-handled spoon, Mountain Eagle tasted a bit...

The taste was passable, but after eating too many at dishes, opting for a bowl of vegetable and egg soup was certainly a good choice.

Having finished the last soup, Mountain Eagle clapped his hands forcefully and called out, "OK, let’s eat..."

Little Ruby, who had been in charge of adding firewood, imdiately jumped up and shouted, "Dinner ti..."

At dinner, Mountain Eagle beca the most popular person at the scene!

Don’t say that foreigners can’t get used to Chinese cuisine, for all physical laborers, their bodies will naturally tell them that those bones and potatoes mixed with rich gravy contain a high amount of calories...

Indians themselves eat rice, each with a big bowl, served with rice and then drizzled with gravy for a first bowl...

Carbohydrates mixed with high-calorie foods made everyone utter a sigh of utmost satisfaction.

Mountain Eagle himself tasted all the dishes; the venison was a bit tough, should have added more butter or deer oil at that ti...

The beef tasted as expected, high-quality beef with soft potatoes, topped with rich gravy was enough for a big bowl of rice.

In comparison, the braised deer tongue and deer heart were sowhat disappointing, either due to inadequate processing or maybe they just shouldn’t have been processed that way, the overall taste was a bit of a failure.

However, even if Mountain Eagle himself did not enjoy it, it did not prevent others from liking it...

To be precise, they absolutely loved it!

Old Qiao, Quida, and even Old Ruby, who had difficulty walking, were extrely obsessed with these slices of braised at.

A few old n monopolized one deer tongue and two deer hearts, left the rest for a bunch of kids, and the joyful look on their faces while eating braised at and drinking made Mountain Eagle doubt his own taste.

But after tasting it again and confirming the strange fishy sll was still present, Mountain Eagle could only shake his head and politely refuse.

A few won curiously asked Mountain Eagle how to make the braised flavor because they keenly noticed that aside from its outstanding taste, the heavy spice could cover many of the fishy slls people disliked...

With this recipe, so families that don’t eat offal could have an additional ingredient.

In the past, they didn’t know that animal sinews, when properly processed, not only had an excellent texture but also tasted good.

This al made everyone really happy!

The roasted deer leg was passable, the roasted fish was sowhat a failure, but these Indians obviously didn’t mind; compared to their usual als, this was already a fantastic feast.

The most popular were deer bones and the tomato beef potatoes; the taste of the two pots of gravy wasn’t that different, but this high-calorie bomb diet was exquisite for Alaskans.

pounds of rice stead nearly 50 pounds, and all of it was eaten clean!

Little Ruby had two big bowls, followed by a bowl of vegetable soup to settle, then after moving around a bit, he prepared another bowl of rice just slurping the gravy from the pot.

This eating thod made Mountain Eagle a bit worried for him, so he had to offer him a cup of juice squeezed by the children.

"Eat less, don’t ruin your stomach..."

Little Ruby put down the big bowl reluctantly and said wistfully, "Boss, can you teach how to cook?

The taste is so good, I never knew rice could be eaten this way!"

Mountain Eagle looked at Little Ruby with a smile and said, "If you are willing to clean up those chanical scraps at the camp or organize them in the warehouse, I’ll teach you how to cook!"

Upon hearing this, Little Ruby nodded vigorously and said, "You’re the boss, I’ll listen to you!

But can we not throw them away? There are many parts inside that could be used by the Indian Tribe up north and passing ships."

The simplicity of Little Ruby was sothing Mountain Eagle couldn’t refuse, he helplessly nodded and said, "Then keep the useful things, but organize them well, it’s best to sort out the warehouse and place items categorically.

Don’t let those things clutter visible spaces, I want to transform this place into a farm, where grass and chickens roam freely, without the ss of junk around.

I will redraw a map of the camping site, and you re-plan the site according to my requirents...

All expenses will be paid by , and I’m not in a hurry, but you must build this place according to my ideas, ok?"

When Little Ruby was about to pledge, lights lit up by the dock, and a small boat rushed to the riverbank...

Several blood-covered Indians were carrying a young man who kept screaming and rushed into the camp...

Wayne stood up swiftly and after taking a look, shouted towards Little Ruby, "His foot is injured, he needs to be flown to the hospital..."

Mountain Eagle watched Little Ruby rush over, after cursing a few tis, he summoned several Indians to carry the injured toward the runway direction...

He walked over to Wayne, looked at this man with a grim face, and asked, "What happened?"

Wayne coldly said, "It’s the people from the north, they triggered a trap made with shotgun shells...

The bullets shattered his foot!

In the past, they only set animal traps, now they’re getting too excessive!"

Mountain Eagle frowned and asked, "Them? The people from Russian Mission Town up north?"

Wayne fiercely nodded and said, "Yes, those people from Dinsion Card Company...

These people will pay for what they have done!"