CHAPTER 469: CHAPTER 434: GHOST STRIKE

Mountain Eagle and his team had walked 8 kilometers to reach the campsite...

Gray Wolf was right; there were no roads around Wayne Light, just a narrow path formed by snowmobiles and ATVs.

Forget about regular cars, even SUVs would struggle on this road.

The tundra environment in summer wasn’t great either, as it is near the Arctic, even the grass couldn’t grow tall.

With migrating reindeer grazing, the turf here was patchy like bald spots, missing a piece here and there.

The lack of cover made it necessary for Mountain Eagle and his team to approach at night.

And the short 4 hours of darkness didn’t leave much room for tactical maneuvers.

Glasses and Rabbit retreated over four hundred meters and soon joined up with Mountain Eagle who had just arrived.

Seeing that their comrades had changed into tactical suits and were carrying extra equipment, Glasses excitedly waved his hand and ran over to Gray Wolf, caressing the Barrett rifle on Gray Wolf’s back as if touching a beautiful woman...

"Oh, this is my favorite, I only feel confident with her..."

Precise shooter Camel looked at Glasses, who exuded a creepy vibe, and said to Mountain Eagle: "Where did Odin find these guys? None of them seem normal..."

Gray Wolf called his teammates to help Glasses and Rabbit with their gear, and while waiting for the two to change, Gray Wolf said with unprecedented seriousness: "They weren’t chosen by Odin, but by me, and they are the finest soldiers."

Mountain Eagle, holding back Camel who wanted to mock, knew that these old Arctic Foxes were good at everything but had bad mouths.

Years of combat and victories made them look down on most people, especially those under Odin, whom they saw as a ’traitor.’

Mountain Eagle helplessly gestured with his hands between the two, breaking their eye contact, then said to Camel: "Little Dog Team is the finest tactical team I’ve seen so far. I even think they perform better in the wilderness than the Seal Six Team."

Facing Mountain Eagle’s praise, Gray Wolf said with a complex expression, "We’re not the damn Little Dog Team, we’re the Evil Wolf Squad of Chi Hu..."

Mountain Eagle nodded perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, in the eyes of the enemy, you are fearsome Evil Wolves..."

Camel, intrigued, said: "Are you serious? They’re stronger than Seal Six Team?

Don’t joke around, how could Odin have the resources to train such a high-level team?"

Mountain Eagle had dealt with the Seal Six Team and even had two of their teams trapped in Kamui. He had seen the Seal Team in indoor and street battles, and also the Little Dog Team in field combat...

Their performances were all top-notch!

It’s hard to say who is stronger or weaker, but now that the Little Dog Team was right there, of course, Mountain Eagle had to praise them...

Facing the curious Camel and the seemingly indifferent but actually very competitive Gray Wolf, he thought for a moment and said, "Some things depend on talent, Gray Wolf has a tactical sense I can’t comprehend; in the wild, he’s always one step ahead of the opposition.

Without logistical support, the Seal Six Team is just so-so."

After finishing, Mountain Eagle saw Gray Wolf’s expression soften, he pulled an unhappy looking Camel and said, "Your daughter is the squad leader of HRT, isn’t that enough for you to brag?

Odin organized a strong team, why be upset?

If you’re annoyed with him, you can call and scold him after we get back.

We’ve got only one and a half hours until dawn, we don’t have much time..."

At this moment, Glasses, who had changed into his gear and holding a Barrett, came running over saying, "We’ve found a suspicious location, Miss Anna is likely being held there..."

Saying this, Glasses looked at the revolver on Camel’s waist, eagerly extending his hand, "You are Camel, right?

The super quick gunman of the Arctic Fox...

Hello, I’m Sniper Glasses, you’re my idol!"

Looking at Gray Wolf, whose face had turned sour again, Mountain Eagle sighed, pulled him aside, and said, "I need you guys to establish positions on the east side to cover me...

Two groups, one by the lake, and one around the camp perimeter."

Gray Wolf frowned at Mountain Eagle, "Are you sure you don’t need my help, that old guy looks totally unreliable.

I don’t want to lose Anna again..."

Mountain Eagle had already located Anna’s position, a crow sat on an empty oil barrel outside Anna’s window, clearly seeing Anna continuously sending out signals.

At this time, Mountain Eagle didn’t want to discuss his plans with Gray Wolf because there were too many things he couldn’t explain, so he simply said, "Camel will cover me from the north, you guys go to the east to establish an evacuation cover.

The tundra terrain is complex, and I need you to establish a route for fast evacuation.

You should know better than me, rescuing isn’t the hardest part, safe evacuation is!"

Mountain Eagle looked at Gray Wolf, who was still serious, and said with unprecedented sincerity, "ATF intelligence shows that the camp not only has RPGs but also Stinger Air Defense Missiles.

These things have a range of 5 to 8 kilometers, we absolutely can’t let them chase us to the lake, you’ll have to lay enough bombs on the road to stop them..."

Gray Wolf pondered for a moment, nodded in agreement with Mountain Eagle’s words, then patted his backpack and said, "The Claymore and C4 you brought are enough to set up a few ambush traps."

Mountain Eagle glanced at the time and said, "One hour, you have one hour. I will charge out with Anna precisely after an hour."

Gray Wolf looked into Mountain Eagle’s eyes, and after a few seconds of eye contact, he nodded and said, "OK, you’re the Commander, your call..."

After that, Gray Wolf confirmed the direction and gestured to his team, "Let’s move..."

As Gray Wolf and his team disappeared into the darkness, Mountain Eagle turned to Camel and said, "You’re sure you can handle the VSS, right?"

Camel waved his hand and said, "You doubt my shooting skills..."

As Mountain Eagle crouched and walked toward the camp, he shook his head, "No, I’m worried you’re not accustomed to the advanced sighting equipment on top.

The gun is very quiet; don’t be too surprised later..."

Camel, somewhat impatiently said, "When I was playing with guns, you..."

Camel was about to complain when Mountain Eagle suddenly made a stop gesture...

He crouched down and watched the reflection flickering in a window of a camp building, saying, "There, 200 meters away, just within range. I will go and get Anna out, you’re responsible for covering me."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle pulled out a piece of black insulating blanket from his pocket, unfolded it, and handed it to Camel, "They have infrared night vision, this can block infrared detection.

I’ll set up a few Claymores outside the camp to make them think we’ll run towards the north..."

Upon hearing this, Camel quickly got into position, pulled out a waterproof blanket, placed it on the ground, covered himself with the insulating blanket, and set up the VSS...

"Go ahead, I’ll cover you..."

Mountain Eagle left his VSS along with his tactical vest beside Camel, and with a backpack, he swiftly crawled forward...

The self-heating flexible armor insulated him from the cold emanating from the tundra, as Mountain Eagle rapidly approached about 40 meters from the camp...

At this point, he chose not to move forward but instead moved laterally, setting up 3 Claymore Mines at intervals of 30 meters across the tundra.

Then, as he approached the camp’s wire fence, he set up two more Claymores.

After completing this, Mountain Eagle approached a blind spot of the camp’s lighting, cut through the wire fence with a multi-functional plier, and quickly entered the camp, continuously throwing remote-controlled burning sticks on the ground while running.

The ground absorbed the noise of the burning sticks falling, so that several soldiers inside the guard loft posts noticed nothing unusual.

The camp’s building structure was simple, consisting of 6 sheds, each 30 meters long and 15 meters wide, arranged in two rows, with a hangar and a runway in the distance.

There were people busy near the hangar and runway, their bustle contrasting sharply with the quiet camp.

Anna’s location was in the middle section of the inner row of buildings, with three groups of patrolling guards treating Anna’s building as a key observation area...

With Crow’s perspective and Camel’s reminders from behind, Mountain Eagle quickly approached the first row of barracks.

Curling up in the shadow under a window, he avoided the vision of a patrolling guard team and through Golden Cicada ’saw’ the interior of the room behind...

Inside the room, over a dozen bunk beds filled with people...

At that moment, people inside were queuing up to receive syringes from someone.

After receiving the syringes, they would sit back on their beds, inject themselves, and soon make relaxed sighs of relief.

However, unlike typical drug addicts, they did not lose consciousness; instead, their bodies became more agitated with the drug’s transmission, changing their relaxed sighs into agitated growls...

Mountain Eagle deduced this might be a characteristic of Jungle Ant...

Since World War II, Europe and America have massively introduced drugs and medications into the military to mitigate soldiers’ lack of combat will and resolve.

This kind of thing evolved into various directions today...

Combating fear, combating pain, combating mental numbness, exciting, and bloodthirsty.

Clearly, the drug used by Jungle Ant combined various effects and quite apparently could cause addiction, so they could turn ordinary refugees into fearless and bloodthirsty Jungle Ants through ordinary training.

Mountain Eagle didn’t linger under the windowsill for too long; after a patrol passed by, he stood up and quickly moved between two barracks, approaching Anna while evading another patrol team’s line of sight.

Peeking around, he saw a pair of patrolling guards turning between the two rows of buildings...

Mountain Eagle holding a radio, whispered softly, "Camel..."

From two hundred meters away, Camel looked through his scope at a guard post above a building, then turned to a group of patrolling guards on the outer side...

If they didn’t act now, Mountain Eagle would be discovered by both patrolling groups simultaneously...

Camel swiftly turned his gun barrel...

With a soft "da" sound, the black insulating blanket covering the gun vibrated slightly, and the guard inside the distant loft fell softly to the ground.

The noise of the VSS was so soft that people inside the camp did not notice anything unusual.

After succeeding, Camel praised the performance of the VSS and quickly moved his gun barrel to the outer patrolling guard...

"Mountain Eagle, 15 seconds..."