Chapter 833 - 778: Keep Them Alive
Brown Bear Camp...
The short battle lasting about an hour turned the docks near the camp into a mess!
Supa, who came to Alaska with a heart full of passion and determination to prove himself, suddenly sobered up as if splashed with cold water.
This is real war!
Even though they possessed reconnaissance equipment so advanced he couldn't comprehend it and automated weapon defense systems, facing nearly 200 people firing across the river, they still couldn't hold out.
It wasn't that their training was inadequate, but the enemy gave them no time or room to breathe.
Those madmen, injected with stimulants, seemed to have a fervent obsession with death, even braving camp grenade and missile bombardment to charge the riverbank just to fire a single AT4 rocket at them.
The previously solid fortifications were beginning to crumble within less than an hour, casualties inevitably occurred.
A young soldier from the 191 Battalion got his abdomen pierced by the horizontal branch of a fallen tree.
Another soldier was even more unlucky, as a comrade's rifle accidentally discharged and pierced his left foot.
Wooden splinters from a rocket blast stuck to Supa's face, making him look a bit frightening.
Yet the smoke before him didn't instill fear in Supa; instead, the enemy's reckless attitude fueled his courage, prompting him to unleash ammunition toward the foe from behind the cover with an almost fanatic zeal.
But when Supa wore out his second gun barrel, he realized his comrades were not performing well...
The radio was incessantly filled with Blood Fox's angry curses, urging them to block a position with heavy firepower, and they could only mechanically follow orders without any semblance of elite flair.
This group of soldiers from the 191 Battalion was selected as elites from the Thai border forces, but the strongest opponents they had faced before were merely the drug lords within the Golden Triangle...
In fact, real major battles don't require them; their tropical jungle maneuvering skills have no use in this positional warfare.
When elites become frontline infantry, not only can they not play to their strengths, but they also feel bewildered.
The more fierce the enemy's attacks, the more apparent their 'bewilderment' becomes!
Insiders, like the veteran Blood Fox, know well: it's not that these Thai soldiers aren't good enough, it's that they can't adapt to their role.
There's no problem treating them as infantry, but forcing them to abandon habits developed over half a year's training to engage the enemy face-to-face creates a natural resistance, especially with such intense enemy firepower...
Supa didn't have time to analyze the issue. When he noticed his comrades were in trouble, with two wounded soldiers even starting to cry and howl wanting to leave, he blushed and transmitted a distress signal via radio...
"Command center, this is Supa, I request an airstrike on the riverbank area; we have wounded who need evacuation, and we need a breather..."
In the basement of the cabin, Daria heard Supa's request, she shook her head and chuckled, saying, "Supa, have you given up just like that?
It was your request to increase the intensity of the battle, and you still hold the positional advantage that the enemy doesn't have.
If you give up now, everything you've done before will be for naught...
We've been constantly observing the wounded, they're not in life-threatening danger. After Sealion finishes reloading the automated weapon turret, he'll go retrieve them."
The perpetually dreaming Supa of an Iron Lion, dejectedly shook his head and said, "Sorry for disappointing you..."
Daria didn't respond to Supa's apology; she turned to Donkey beside her and said, "The boss doesn't need our attention there, deploy all Spring Knives and Spearhead Missiles to clear the riverbank, our Thai friends can't hold on."
Donkey, who was fully focused on various battle situations, paused for a moment, removed his headphones, and said, "Can't hold on? Really?
I was betting with Sealion that these guys would definitely last till the end..."
Saying that, Donkey switched the screen, seeing a Thai soldier clutching an injured foot in the trench, writhing in agony and even disrupting comrades' actions. He shook his head disdainfully, then used the mouse to select the opposite riverbank positions and marked all enemies along that line as targets...
"Spring Knife, fire..."
"Spearhead Missile, fire..."
Over twenty Spring Knives patrolling the sky, along with twenty plus Spearhead Missiles launched from the camp, were all dumped on the over 500 meters wide riverbank on the opposite side...
"Boom boom boom boom boom boom..."
This unreasonable, dense bombardment suddenly caused a gap and pause in the enemy's fire, momentarily quieting both sides in the conflict.
Sealion grabbed two ammo boxes from beside an automated weapon turret, seeing explosions and flames on the opposite riverbank, he cursed, then turned back into the cabin, climbed the ladder onto the roof...
While opening the boxes vigorously, loading new Spring Knives and Spearhead Missiles into the launch boxes, he couldn't help but complain, "Is there only one grunt in the entire camp, me?
Why can't it be me at the front, let those Thais come here to change ammo? I swear it's scarier today than on my wedding day..."
Just as Sealion was complaining, a quad-mounted air defense missile launcher on the roof suddenly turned towards the east of the camp, then 4 Stinger Missiles automatically fired at the sky...
Immediately, four fireballs exploded in the air, and then an airplane fell towards the ground like a meteor gone out of control...
The heavy snowfall blurred the view, making it difficult for Sealion to see what was happening. The trailing smoke from the Stinger left his already dark face marked with traces of gunpowder...
But as a veteran, Sealion of course knew what had just been launched. He stared at the burning plane crashing down, and loudly said over the radio, "Donkey, what did you shoot down?"
Donkey was adjusting the surveillance drone's angle to chase the falling plane. He nervously said, "I don't know. Someone bypassed my authority and fired an anti-aircraft missile.
Oh shit, it's a fishing aircraft. God help us not hit the wrong target, or we'll end up on the FBI and Department of Homeland Security's blacklist."
As Donkey spoke, the plane plunged into the wetland south of the camp, followed by a fierce explosion...
The explosion spread a large amount of napalm around, igniting a vast area of shrubbery.
It's uncertain how, but the location where the plane crashed happened to block the path the enemy used to come over from across the river, and the fire completely severed their retreat.
The low temperatures, heavy snowfall, and the frozen waterways crisscrossing the wetland prevented the fire from spreading, causing not too much damage...
Yet the enemy's confidence seemed to have suddenly vanished. Their rationality, suppressed by stimulants, was awakened by the huge explosion noise.
As part of the CCT, Donkey realized immediately what happened, shouting with a bit of fear, "The plane was carrying aerial bombs, it's napalm bombs, fuck, luckily that damn thing didn't fall on us..."
Daria coldly nodded and then actively connected with the boss far away in Saint Mary's, after which she issued orders in a flat, emotionless tone...
"Postman Squad, control the boats. Razer, it's your turn. Figure out a way to control the people across the river; we'll cover you..."
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On the south bank of the Yukon River, Razer and sniper Alexander led Wayne and about a dozen native hunters, appearing at a location roughly two kilometers from the explosion site...
Razer reached out to catch a few flakes of goose-down snow, then breathed in the smell of gunpowder in the air, grinning with some excitement, "Razer received..."
Looking at the equally excited native hunters around him, he smiled and said, "You've all hunted reindeers; chasing and blocking these people is the same principle...
Set traps on the paths they must take, forcing them to move in the direction we set. As long as they enter our trap, what we have to do next becomes very simple."
Wayne held his rifle high, and his stern face revealed extreme ruthlessness...
"They want to destroy our home; we must leave them all here. The beasts will erase traces of their existence..."
Looking at the bloodthirsty Wayne, Razer hesitated a bit, shook his head and said, "NO, Mountain Eagle needs a lot of captives...
Although I don't understand what he's up to, living people are definitely more valuable than dead ones!
We all want the Brown Bear Camp to function long-term, but we actually all know it's a business that doesn't make much money and requires continuous investment.
The only card we have to keep Mountain Eagle is letting him believe we are reliable partners."
With that, Razer patted Wayne's shoulder, seriously saying, "Mountain Eagle is actually a businessman at heart, but unlike most businessmen, he will convert 'loyalty' into some kind of numerical value calculated into the cost.
To him, 'loyalty' can be exchanged for cash and assistance!
Wayne, your tribe is luckier than my village..."
Wayne was taken aback for a moment; this straightforward Indian was not quite used to Razer's discourse, but recalling various things before...
Since Mountain Eagle took over Brown Bear Camp, from when he brought his tribe to visit until now, Mountain Eagle has indeed always responded to their 'loyalty'...
The Indians don't have anything he really wants. Rather than a business, all the purchasing of Emperor Salmon and fur is a kind of universal charity project aimed at Indians.
Every smile from a native to the Brown Bear Camp was met with tangible rewards!
Wayne wasn't sure if he was overthinking it, but he suddenly realized that this attack might be a test for his tribe...
Because there are indeed people in the tribe expressing dissatisfaction with the 'calamity' brought by Mountain Eagle, and opposing Wayne's intervention in this battle that doesn't concern them.
Wayne suddenly realized, even though Mountain Eagle never asked them to participate, if their side remains silent, the future might look different...
This old Inuit butt named Razer really is experienced; he speaks of loyalty with every word, but in fact is reminding him of the 'interests' within.
Looking at Razer, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Wayne hesitated, then nodded heavily: "We help Brown Bear Camp not for profit, but because Mountain Eagle is our friend...
Indians never abandon their friends!"
Razer's eyes directed at the direction of the Brown Bear Camp, dismissed not caring, saying, "Then you should respect your friend's wish and help him capture those people...
Of course, the premise is to ensure you don't get injured!"
Saying this, Razer touched his chin, muttering to himself, "That bastard Blood Fox sent me to the south shore as soon as the battle started; definitely wants to do something..."