The low growls from three directions filled the abandoned wounded soldier with deep despair...

The gunman, injured from a parachute landing, endured immense pain as he leaned against his comrade's back. He looked at Balang, standing beside a large tree a dozen meters away, and at the ferocious Magengxi Wolf that appeared on the other side...

Despair induced hallucinations, making Balang and the Magengxi Wolf seem enormous and fierce, giving him the sense that his end was inevitable...

"We have acted unjustly in your sight, committing evil deeds.

We have violated your commandments, strayed from your path.

Please have mercy on us and forgive our sins, for you are a merciful and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness..."

The wounded soldier with an abdominal injury heard his comrade's prayer, and after comparing the situation with Mountain Eagle, this guy, who should have fought to the death, surprisingly discarded his weapon and began to recite a prayer as well...

"I confess my transgressions to the living God, both I and my ancestors have sinned..."

Mountain Eagle initially thought that if these guys resisted fiercely, he would just kill them. Unexpectedly, when faced with such a situation, they chose to surrender and started reciting a prayer.

This kind of thing Mountain Eagle had only seen in some movies, never in reality...

Surrendering isn't really a big deal. When at the end of one's rope, it's understandable for people to put down their weapons for survival.

But with the enemy right there, instead of pleading with them, they prayed to God, which made Mountain Eagle a bit annoyed...

If I'm sparing your life, it's not because I'm magnanimous, but thanks to your God, huh?

Thinking of this, Mountain Eagle whistled, signaling Balang and the two Magengxi Wolves to retreat a bit, then he half-squatted on the ground, mounted the Barrett on a branch, and decisively pulled the trigger aimed at one of the enemy's trick mines...

"Bang"

"Boom"

At the moment the shot rang out, a sled packed with equipment exploded...

The hand grenade used to make the trick mine wasn't very powerful, not even detonating the other weapons on the sled; it just sent several weapon crates and random items flying chaotically.

After Mountain Eagle detonated the first trick mine, he once again aimed his gun...

"Bang"

"Boom"

This time, the explosion occurred between two large trees on the enemy's escape route, the blast wave tossing up soil and spraying it around, knocking over the two praying wounded soldiers...

"Bang"

"Boom"

A sled full of miscellaneous items was detonated, and all sorts of water bottles and small items were blasted into the air, raining down like hail on the wounded soldiers.

The enemy had placed only three trick mines, none too far from the wounded, and surprisingly, after all were detonated, there was no chain reaction explosion.

Mountain Eagle didn't know whether to praise the quality of the weapons or marvel at the wounded soldiers' luck.

For them to survive such a scenario suggests their time wasn't up, so one shouldn't contend with God!

While Mountain Eagle was reflecting, a series of gunshots and jump mine explosions sounded in the distance, prompting him to call for the sled...

"Sled..."

"Boss, I'm fine. These people are cunning; they left some men to ambush the path, planning a counterattack after the trick mines exploded. I gave them a surprise...

I'll keep driving them southward. Ha, they seem scared, they're running now..."

The situational awareness between the two sides was completely uneven, as the elite soldiers of the Demon Group weren't much better off than ordinary soldiers in such a setting.

They might have more tricks up their sleeves and stronger combat intent, but with their every move under surveillance, their actions wouldn't significantly change the outcome.

For Mountain Eagle and his team, the only challenge was capturing as many alive as possible...

When the smoke cleared, Mountain Eagle, through his tactical glasses, located the sled, chasing the enemy from the side...

Two Magengxi Wolves carrying jump mines howled, traversed, and leaped joyfully through the underbrush, their occasional appearances placing immense pressure on the enemy in front.

Mountain Eagle saw the lead enemy team starting to spread out laterally, seemingly intending to encircle the pursuers strategically at a critical moment.

They likely realized the attackers weren't numerous, but the jump mines the Magengxi Wolves carried were deadly in such open terrain.

They aimed to increase the distance by running and use the core group as bait, while others from the flanks executed a reverse encirclement to eliminate the opponent.

It was a simple tactical choice, but it required experienced soldiers and a commander with strong will and a clear mind to execute smoothly.

Seeing that the sled had evidently noticed the enemy's movement and slowed down, Mountain Eagle nodded in approval and called in two Spring Knife 600s...

"Two Spring Knife 600s, fire..."

As soon as the voice command was issued, the launch box behind the snowmobile at the boundary of the mountainous area and wetlands suddenly opened. After two muffled "bang" sounds, the two Spring Knife 600s were launched into the sky...

As they ascended, their wings unfolded, and the propeller at the tail started spinning, propelling the Spring Knife 600s higher into the sky.

Mountain Eagle continued to monitor the flight path of the Spring Knife. About ten minutes later, the two Spring Knife 600s arrived above the escaping team...

Watching the teams spread out on both sides and two groups of soldiers making an approach towards the sled, Mountain Eagle grinned, marked their positions, and then...

"Fire in the hole!!"

"Boom"

"Boom"

Two successive explosions lifted the four soldiers attempting to flank...

The explosive power of the Spring Knife 600 was decent, but on open ground, its lethality was slightly lacking. In close proximity, one guy actually managed to survive...

He lay on the ground for about half a minute, then struggled to get up, clutching his abdomen as he limped towards his companions...

The snow made each step arduous, causing him to collapse after barely a hundred meters, continuously calling for help via radio...

This time, Carl and Cohen did not abandon their comrade. Realizing the enemy had aerial weapons, they dashed into the nearby shrubs of the injured comrade, seeking cover while setting up a temporary position, closely watching the elusive Magengxi Wolf behind them and praying the enemy didn't have more suicide drones.

Facing drones as infantry feels hopeless. Without countermeasures, staying in open areas against drones is akin to courting death...

Whether you're a Seal or a Thai soldier, it makes little difference.

The only option is to use the shrubbery's concealment to hold out for a while, then attempt to break through when night falls.

Actually, in the context of a thermal imaging detection system, their choices made little difference, but Mountain Eagle inferred their intentions from their positions...

They were spread wide, with significant distances between individuals, betting there weren't more drones on Mountain Eagle's side.

Suicide drones are not conventional weapons, they're hard to obtain, even if you could get them from Afghanistan at black market prices, it would be a sky-high 200,000 US dollars.

Carl and Cohen didn't believe the enemy could assign one for each of their people, in which case sending personnel wouldn't even be necessary, they'd just be meat on the chopping board.

Mountain Eagle saw through their tactics, smiled, pressed the radio, and said, "Sled, the enemy has stopped, don't get too close...

I have some business here, let's give them a break so they have a bit more strength when they flee."

Sled is a somewhat unhinged war fanatic but not a rash fool...

Heeding the boss's instruction, Sled took a deep breath about 400 meters away from the enemy, across a dense area of shrubs, and said, "Boss, I smell fear, they are scared..."

Mountain Eagle looked at the field not far away where the smoke had cleared, stood up and said while walking, "Don't say just them, even I would be terrified in that situation!

Don't push them too hard, apply pressure gradually...

By the way, in minus 20-degree outdoor conditions, how long can a normal person endure vigorous activity without shelter?"

Sled grabbed a handful of powdery snow and scattered it into the sky, watching the biting cold wind blow the snow away, he grinned and said, "That depends on their equipment...

If fully equipped, using the wind protection of the shrubs plus some other methods, they should be able to last two to three hours before needing to move, or they'll freeze to death on the spot!

Boss, care to bet?

5 bucks, I bet these people will choose to retreat within an hour at most..."

Mountain Eagle heard this and laughed heartily, came to the side of the two injured men lying back-to-back on the ground, kicked their weapons away, and said with a smile, "Bet on it, as long as you don't mess around, I'll bet they'll flee south within at most half an hour, and will encounter Razer before dark."

As the two conversed, Razer, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke up, "Your bet is too small, count me in, I bet they'll be caught alive before nightfall...

One thousand yuan, catch them alive!"

Mountain Eagle and Sled both paused. Sled was the first to speak, "I don't bet on anything over ten bucks..."

Disappointed, Razer said, "Are Mountain Eagle's subordinates all stingy old-fashioned cheapskates?

That makes it no fun..."

Mountain Eagle was amused by Razer; he squatted down, disarmed the two injured men while laughing, and said, "I'll bet with you, a thousand yuan, plus two bottles of Scottish single malt whiskey...

Buddy, single malt whiskey is expensive, so take it easy!"

Finishing speaking, Mountain Eagle cut off communication, looked at the two injured men on the ground who were somewhat dazed, dragged the doctor who was shocked unconscious next to them, then used binding tape to tie up all three's hands and feet...

Warm-heartedly, he used smelling salts to wake them up and then waved at them with a smile, saying, "Welcome to Alaska..."