Chapter 252
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Chapter 252: Night Battle at the Mountain Pass
“Tonight, Omar’s reconnaissance team will take turns resting, and all outside reconnaissance personnel will return. Kadiya, take a hundred men to guard the mountain pass. Sadin, you take fifty to set up positions in potential breach areas. If anyone dares to sneak in, take them out,” mercenary leader Abik knew this was a fight with their backs against the wall, with no way out. He took a deep breath, raised the loudspeaker in his hand, and amplified his voice again: “Everyone else needs to rest well tonight. No matter how loud the gunfire gets, as long as it doesn’t affect the camp, everyone must keep resting and regain their strength. Tomorrow at sunrise, it will determine our fate.”
“Did you hear that!” Abik shouted fiercely in conclusion.
“Defend our homeland, eliminate the enemy!”
“Defend our homeland, eliminate the enemy!”
“Defend our homeland, eliminate the enemy!”
“…”
The roar from the camp was deafening, successfully igniting everyone’s fighting spirit.
In the valley, mercenary leader Abik took to the field himself. To maintain the combat power for tomorrow’s sunrise, he mobilized nearly half of the strong young men in the valley to face the enemy’s attack at night, not knowing how many troops the enemy would send.
Having left their homes, faced endless struggles, and endured so many dangers, with many comrades falling, they were on the verge of enjoying the fruits of victory. But a pack of wolves with ill intentions attempted to snatch away their new homeland and wipe them out.
People could endure much, but to be pushed to this point, even the weakest among them, women and children, would pick up their guns, ready to fight to the death to carve out a path to survive.
Military morale was crucial!
Fortunately, among the migration group, the authority of the mercenaries had been established, so no troublemaker emerged to vie for power. With the full support of village chiefs and elders from various villages among the migrants, Abik unequivocally gained total command.
Feeling the growing ire, mercenary leader Abik nodded, suddenly catching a glimpse of a shining figure illuminated by firelight.
“Knight,” could he be joining the defense tonight?
In Abik’s mind, the air force pilot should be conserving energy, ready to deploy at a crucial moment, right?
Abik hadn’t initially included Lin Mo in the night’s combat sequence. He didn’t understand the air force and thought that in times of urgent need, fighter jets should take to the skies.
He also knew that the firepower of fighter jets was limited, serving only as a deterrent without dominating the battle.
Originally, he planned to use Lin Mo as a surprise attack the next day, but unexpectedly, Lin Mo, donned in armor, was ready to join the action as well.
“Now we split up and take action!”
Abik waved his hand, and everyone began organizing their tasks according to the plan, led by their leader. If they set up positions, his battle-hardened mercenaries were skilled; they just needed to replace one person with a group, pairing one mercenary with several young men to prevent chaos in command.
After arranging others, Abik approached Lin Mo and smiled, “What’s this, ‘Knight’? You’re participating as well instead of taking a good rest?”
“It’s fine; if I’m idle, I might as well help you take down a few more. This way, the reserve can have an easier day tomorrow,” Lin Mo replied honestly, doubtful of the reserve’s effectiveness. Due to years of war, the remaining young men amounted to only a third; even for the night’s defense, at least half of the strong men needed to be mobilized.
His shiny silver armor shone brightly like a work of art in the darkness.
“Please be careful, ‘Knight’!” Mercenary leader Abik understood Lin Mo’s prowess and allowed him to act freely.
“Thank you!” Lin Mo lowered his helmet, concealing his face, and in a flash of silver light, disappeared on the spot.
The gold giant dragon had been eagerly waiting for the night’s feast. By joining in, Lin Mo was much influenced by this gluttonous giant dragon.
While strictly guarding their position and keeping distance from Lin Mo, they had to rely on him for some rations; this contradictory dragon was shameless, munching from one bowl while coveting another, not forgetting to flip tables and curse.
Similarly, Lin Mo felt the same; the gold giant dragon clan was said to be divine weapons. These dragons were born for war, and as a soldier in two worlds, he understood the role of gold coins on the battlefield. Unfortunately, this unruly creature set its limits and, having learned many things from this world, transformed their contract relationship into a mercenary arrangement—refusing employment without food.
If it wasn’t properly fed tonight, come tomorrow, the dragon would probably play tricks on him again. Lin Mo hoped to fly this P-51 Mustang back to base as a trophy.
The noble families in the Su Lan Empire collected divine weapons from past battles to flaunt their family heritage.
Indeed, the Aircrew Group base of the Night Special Forces was spacious enough to accommodate an entire squadron. If Lin Mo’s J-10 hadn’t been shot down and if this Mustang and the “monstrous” were completed, he would have enough fighter jets for a flight team all by himself.
An estimated number of nearly seven hundred strong young armed militants outside the valley made it clear that the first tier of young men inside the valley would not be enough to handle them. The armed militants who traveled a long distance were also extremely exhausted and unable to launch a full-scale attack, so it was crucial for both sides to engage in cautious skirmishes at night.
This was an open strategy; almost all commanders leading the battle on both sides understood that they had to fight.
Outside the mountain pass, under the half-obscured moonlight, small black dots moved silently forward, all dressed in black, making them almost invisible in the night.
“C2 Squadron, spread out in a line, crawl forward! Don’t reveal yourselves. If you detect the enemy, halt your advance and be ready to launch a simultaneous attack.”
The orders, compressed in tight throats, were quietly relayed.
“It seems Abik still has some skill. Back in the day, we both served under Ralph, so we share an old friendship. Obedient little lambs, offer your heads to Muza tayev,” Muza tayev grinned, revealing his yellowed teeth as he let out a sinister laugh, clearly familiar with the mercenary leader from Gem Valley.
This was truly a terrifying piece of news.
Muza tayev, a Turk, was an important figure under the World Uyghur Congress and one of the leaders of the joint forces. He had been active in Afghanistan and Turkmenistan, lacking a fixed territory and posing an even greater threat. Employed by various organizations, he specialized in “dirty work,” leaving a trail of bloodshed behind him with countless crimes.
The Pashtun young men, tense and waiting for the moment to start fighting, could not deny their fear; sweat formed in their palms as they gripped their guns.
Meanwhile, the mercenaries under Abik remained calm and composed, observing the battlefield ahead. Although the wilderness was eerily silent, they knew that the quieter it seemed, the more danger it concealed.
Muza tayev’s tactic of a surprise attack was indeed treacherous; he used infrared binoculars to pinpoint the enemy’s troop distribution and took advantage of their lack of equipment, planning to launch an assault as he got closer—much smarter than rushing in and taking bullets.
Bang!
A gunshot shattered the silence of the night, and suddenly, a red signal flare shot up into the sky.
The sudden burst of gunfire exploded like popping beans, dense and rapid.
“Charge! Whoever gets in first will earn a thousand dollars! A case of red wine! Two packs of Marlboro!”
Under heavy rewards, there would surely be brave hearts. Muza tayev shouted loudly as the AK-47 in his hand spat deadly flames.
At this moment, he and his men were very close to the mountain pass; one armed militant was merely ten meters away from the migrants in Gem Valley. Once they came close, a brutal melee ensued where, almost immediately after the first gunshot, five or six people from each side dropped.
In the darkness, the intersecting bullet trajectories were clear, and the sounds of gunfire resounded endlessly, the flickering gunfire resembling flashes from a reporter’s camera, except this was a crimson glow.
Firing their weapons would expose themselves, drawing more bullets filled with hatred.
Both sides were equipped with AKs, unleashing fierce gunfire upon each other, punctuated by horrifying screams. The moment grenades exploded, both sides could clearly see each other’s faces.
The machine gun positions on both sides of the mountain pass spat out tongues of fire, sending sparks flying into the night, but the sparse lines of militants had a hard time fully utilizing the advantage of the machine guns.
On the contrary, the defending side was unable to move freely, and some key firing points quickly became targets for the militants’ RPG rockets and small-caliber mortars.
As machine gunners fell, their assistants took their place. When the assistant fell, the ammunition transport personnel stepped in, succeeding one another, willing to sacrifice themselves until the machine gun was directly hit by a rocket or mortar shell and destroyed.
To break through the mountain pass more quickly, Muza tayev ordered two small-caliber mortars to advance their firing points towards the pass. The mortars’ arcing advantage was fully utilized, and the continuous explosions from behind the mountain pass rang out without any way to counter.
The carefully arranged positions quickly fell apart, the situation becoming precarious.
“How infuriating! It’s the mortars! Who has an RPG? Take it out!”
With his shoulder pressed against the PKM machine gun, the mercenary leader yelled at those around him; the difference between professional and non-professional was laid bare at this moment.
Omar, armed with an AK, called out to the leader, “Leader, leave it to me; I’ll take care of them.” He turned around and waved his hand, “Reconnaissance team, charge with me!”
