Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 673 - 624: Sled

The snowstorm gradually slowed down by dawn...

Little Ruby at the Brown Bear Camp received a call from the Boss, and he took the controller to the greenhouse, summoned two robust cougars as powerful as African lions, affectionately put on their warm vests, and after driving them north out of the camp, sent a ssage to the Boss.

The two cougars hesitated for a mont in the woods north of the camp, then received a remote command from Mountain Eagle and with a low growl, dashed northwards.

The bodily structure of cougars, or most felines for that matter, is not suitable for long-distance running.

However, after modification and breeding by the Dinsion Card Company laboratory, these two trained model cougars, apart from being large and mighty, have broader chests and developed cardio-pulmonary capacity, which ans endurance.

Apart from eating a lot and losing their natural cold resistance, and experiencing a downgrade in explosive speed and agility to climb trees due to increased weight and limb strength, they are otherwise quite balanced.

You can't say they are extrely formidable, for their fear of cold is enough to sentence them to death in Alaska, otherwise, the Dinsion Card Company wouldn't have shifted all its breeding focus onto the Magengxi Wolf in the end.

Cougars fearing the cold is like a cold joke that's not funny at all, yet it's present in these two trained models.

They are deadly in both jungle and wilderness, but in Alaska, their weaknesses render them unable to survive without human support.

As the cougars approached the valley where Mountain Eagle was located, Mountain Eagle once again urged the crows, dormant due to the snowstorm, to take flight.

A snowstorm covered all traces and forced everyone to seek hidden places to shelter from the cold, increasing the difficulty for the crows' search...

However, Mountain Eagle wasn't worried because the opponents were bound to find it even harder!

The Black Hawk helicopter pilot, who stayed within the mountain belly, received instructions from the National Guard high command as soon as the snowstorm paused...

And the content of the instructions made Mountain Eagle want to laugh...

The two ISA special forces units accompanying the crashed Black Hawk helicopter were trapped on the edge of the northern wetlands, and they had a hard ti with the snowstorm throughout the night.

Among them, two people carelessly stepped through the ice layer while building an igloo, causing their lower limbs to fall into the water, and their skin was exposed to the snowstorm for a long ti, resulting in severe frostbite; if not rescued in ti, they might suffer serious after-effects.

In contrast, the Inuit soldiers participating in the rescue, as well as those National Guard soldiers who endured the attack, fared relatively well.

They found a sheltered place from the wind near the slope where they were attacked, then quickly constructed improvised shelters and lit bonfires.

As the battle north of the snowstorm halted, everyone temporarily entered the survival phase.

The ISA Intelligence Support Group, acclaid for its formidable combat power, scored minus points in this environnt!

Alaska's National Guard should have ample aerial power, but what Mountain Eagle saw was a different scenario...

The four pilots trapped in the valley had to rush out into the snow to clear the snow and ice accumulated on the Black Hawk and warm up the engine after receiving the notice.

Mountain Eagle, impatient from staying within the mountain belly listening to those green vests' incessant groaning, sat on the snow with freshly brewed coffee watching the four pilots scrambling, and couldn't help but curiously ask, "Doesn't the National Guard have any other pilots apart from you?"

A short and stout pilot wrapped in a helt and scarf, who was unhappily shoveling the snow off the nose, replied to Mountain Eagle, "Sir, four Black Hawk helicopters are all we have available; the rest are either under repair or on the way to being repaired.

Oh, now there's only two left, let's hope these two can hold on for a few more days!"

Mountain Eagle felt almost driven to laughter...

The No.1 World power's military equipnt deteriorated to such a degree was beyond Mountain Eagle's imagination, considering the Alaska National Guard must also handle so national defense tasks since it's adjacent to Russia's Siberia area.

Every ti Boss Pu from Russia wants to demonstrate power, bombers would take off from within their holand and cross the Bering Strait for exercises.

The Alaska National Guard does have missile units!

Maintaining only four Black Hawks as permanent forces under such circumstances is quite unimaginable for Mountain Eagle.

Watching the few pilots busy and their feet barely touching the ground, Mountain Eagle said with a laugh, "About how long is it before you can take off?"

The short stout pilot, with hands spread, said, "If we're lucky, we can take off in about three hours.

The helicopters are low on fuel; we need to fly to Marshall Town to refuel before carrying out the rescue mission.

Hope those unlucky guys can hold on a bit longer..."

Mountain Eagle took a sip of coffee and said with a smile, "Perfect, take those green vests away when you leave..."

The short stout pilot, appearing a bit resistant, said, "Sir, is it really okay to co in contact with them?

Last night, my Inuit buddy told that those people are all infected with the Werewolf virus, and I don't want to be infected and turn into a Monster."

As he spoke, the short stout pilot made a gesture of tearing at his chin, with a horrified expression saying, "The howling from those guys last night was enough to give soone nightmares..."