Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger Chapter 953 889: Engaging the Enemy2

"Sniper..."

Just as they hadn't fully reacted to what was happening, a Big Beard with an AKM blasted the unlucky guy's head to prevent his scream from hurting morale, while loudly warning those around him, then quickly jumped into the dry ditch under the roadbed.

The remaining nearly twenty Big Beards were seasoned ISIS gunn, not only formidable in combat but also extraordinarily experienced...

As the Bayonet Gang mbers were caught off guard, most of them decisively dispersed to find cover and tried to pinpoint the enemy's location, while a few rushed to the back of the truck, pulling down several RPGs and spare rockets.

Just as a Big Beard, carrying an RPG and a rifle, charged towards the ditch under the roadbed, a bullet hit his abdon, tearing open most of his waist.

Then this fierce-looking Big Beard rolled down the roadbed in a twisted motion, the bullet continued its trajectory and struck the truck's fuel tank, creating a spark-and-lightning effect, followed by...

"Boom!"

The leaking truck fuel tank ignited, producing a loud explosion, the pressure causing fuel to splatter everywhere as the fire rapidly expanded.

"Shoot, shoot, find cover, find cover..."

A Gypsy middle-aged man with an Eight-character Mustache lay on the ground, shouting loudly while pointing in the direction of the gunshots, yelling as he crawled into the ditch...

The gunn of the Bayonet Gang were generally average in skill but definitely ruthless; hearing the boss's call, they started firing bullets toward the forest, using all sorts of strange motions...

Cal was draped in a hastily made Ghillie Suit, standing behind a fallen tree, assisted by a tripod to control a TAC-50, loaded with armor-piercing incendiary rounds made of Teflon composite material.

Confronted with the enemy's erratic counterattack, Cal's cheek was pressed against the cheek piece, eyes fixed through the scope on the distant enemy, focusing particularly on those experienced Big Beards.

Even when bullets landed on the tree in front of Cal, he remained unfazed.

The distance between the two sides was about 1.5 kiloters. Cal wasn't a dedicated long-range sniper; compared to Mi Lu's patience, he was more aggressive and pulled the trigger for the second shot as soon as he found an opportunity...

"Boom," a loud bang...

The large-caliber armor-piercing incendiary round flew for about two seconds in the air, hitting a Big Beard gunman's arm.

Though it only grazed him, the outside of the Big Beard gunman's upper arm burst with a spray of blood, causing him to fall in pain...

The armor-piercing incendiary round continued its trajectory, striking the side of the roadbed, exploding in a blinding white flash, the high-temperature material splattering and burning through the clothes of a gunman hiding in the ditch under the roadbed.

Soon, a guy with smoke rising from his back jumped up in terror, vigorously slapping his back. Unable to grasp the situation, he fell to the ground and started rolling frantically, trying to suppress the flas on his back to alleviate his tension and pain.

A Big Beard with gray in one eye pulled the Gypsy Eight-character Mustache, leading him to dart forward about ten ters through the ditch, then said somberly: "Tell your n not to panic; the enemy has a sniper, but we have more people and heavy weapons.

The enemy is in the woods at the 11 o'clock direction; my n will cooperate with yours to suppress them. Get so ti, cover us as we close in on the enemy as much as possible."

Eight-character Mustache said with a grim expression, "You didn't tell beforehand that the enemy would be this troubleso."

The gray-eyed Big Beard shook his head coldly and said, "Your boss took 2 million US Dollars from my boss, not just for you to cheer us on..."

With that, the gray-eyed Big Beard grabbed the Eight-character Mustache's collar, saying somberly, "Have the people on the west side speed up the attack; they don't have many n. If we can close in to around 500 ters, they're done for."

Eight-character Mustache seed very afraid of the gray-eyed man; he subconsciously nodded and awkwardly pulled out his phone from his pocket, dialing and loudly saying, "Speed it up, have your n rush into the woods..."

......

"Watch out, they're speeding up. Shit, these guys run fast..."

"Boom"

Eddie sat behind a tree stump, setting up the SVD on the solid stump, pulling the trigger toward the distant enemy...

The bullet didn't hit the running enemy as Eddie anticipated, instead nicking a guy's shoulder, causing a spray of blood.

But the injured gunman only paused briefly and then continued sprinting madly...

As he reached about 500 ters from the woods, intending to signal so comrades to stop and provide covering fire while another group charged forward, his head suddenly jerked back like being hit by an Iron Hamr, and the back of his head exploded into a fist-sized bloody hole.

Mountain Eagle quickly swivelled his gun, took aim briefly, and pulled the trigger again...

"Da-da-da..."

The AK-105, with a three-round burst, took down another sprinting gunman, finally calming those hot-headed guys.

Seeing the opponents begin to lay down and seek cover, Mountain Eagle searched for his next target, unable to resist jabbing at Eddie not far away...

"Are you even capable?"

Eddie hesitated, grinned, and pulled the trigger on the SVD again...

"Boom"

This ti he didn't miss; a specialized 7.62mm sniper round hit a gunman's neck, while also exploding the head of another gunman crossing behind him.

This was impressive, achieving a two-for-one hit during their scattered sprint.

Eddie smugly glanced at Mountain Eagle, saying with a smile, "Kid, I'm Arctic Fox's best shooter, always have been, always will be..."

"Pa-pa-pa-pa..."

"Oh shit..."

Eddie rolled back swiftly amid a rain of bullets, retreating back into the woods. Using several large trees as cover, he lay at the root of a tree, pulling the trigger...

Mountain Eagle shot at a key suppressing fire point, then laughed, "Yep, you're the best, which is why the bullets' are all aid at you. Hurry and fire a couple more shots; then I'm safe..."

Eddie pulled the trigger again, injuring a gunman, then quickly left his position, sowhat awkwardly rolling behind another nearby tree.

Sure enough, as soon as he left, the enemy's firepower covered the area he had just been in.

This suppressive fire lacked precision due to their 600-ter distance, outside their precise range, but no one dared to gamble...

The noise from the SVD without a silencer was indeed loud.

Eddie attempted again, retreating deeper into the forest, keeping only a narrow firing lane, otherwise he'd be found each ti he fired.

The opponents weren't really skilled, relying only on their nurical advantage and firepower to keep him pinned down.

Feeling sowhat frustrated, Eddie simply set aside the SVD, picked up his M27, and said fiercely, "Let them co closer..."