Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 665 - 617: Rescue Amid the Baofeng Snowstorm

"What? The helicopter crashed?"

Mountain Eagle stood in the kitchen of the cabin, wearing an apron...

The four-burner gas stove, one burner simmering lamb soup, another stewing tomato beef brisket, and the massive countertop beside it was filled with prepared ingredients.

Mountain Eagle held a frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other, vigorously stir-frying the beef fillet and pepper, so he had to put on tactical glasses, inserting an earbud from the glasses into his ear to take the call.

Upon hearing the news from Michael on the phone, Mountain Eagle controlled the glasses with his pupils to switch the view, soon finding the position of the helicopter chase in the snowstorm, following the smoke.

Two Black Hawk helicopters inexplicably crashed onto the ground. The other two Black Hawks in the snowstorm couldn't see the ground conditions, making landing extremely dangerous, thus thwarting any rescue attempts.

However, they showed some guts—the pilots courageously plunged into the snowstorm, rushing toward the National Guard's location.

If we delay any further, those injured soldiers will have no chance of survival!

The snowstorm likewise obstructed Crow's view; the trembling and blurred images forced Mountain Eagle to lower Crow's altitude to check the crashed helicopters' situation.

The two iconic Black Hawk helicopters: one tilted upon landing, its rotor twisted and snapped against the ground; the other, albeit landing smoothly, was spewing thick smoke, indicating a mechanical failure within.

Two teams of soldiers in snow camo and warm clothing dragged the pilots out of the cabin, gathered together, and called via radio while searching for nearby spots to shelter from the cold.

Sadly, they crashed near the wetlands, surrounded either by thinly iced waters or wilted grassland islands—where could they find a place to shield from the wind?

Seeing the plight of this group, Mountain Eagle furrowed his brows and shook his head...

He didn't understand: the helicopters hadn't exploded, the bodies were intact—why weren't they willing to huddle inside the helicopters for warmth?

Soon, he discovered the problem...

The helicopter that landed smoothly sank on one side after the personnel left, with one of its landing gears suddenly plunging into the ice surface, causing the body on the wetland side to tilt, then slowly sink like a sinking ship.

Only then did Mountain Eagle realize how rotten their luck was!

Four Black Hawks, two crashed, and the other two are struggling in the snowstorm, uncertain if they can safely make it back.

After understanding what happened, Mountain Eagle focused on stir-frying the spiced beef fillet, letting the pungent aroma drift into the dining room and attract Little Ruby and the others.

Efficiently plate up the spiced beef fillet, Mountain Eagle gestured for the tongue-slurping Little Ruby to take the large platter to the table, then scrubbing the pan while speaking to Michael on the phone, he said: "The National Guard's Black Hawk helicopters crashed—why did you call me?

It's snowing outside; surely, you wouldn't expect me to go out for rescue, would you?"

Michael chuckled bitterly and said, "Mountain, the weather forecast shows the snowstorm will last for seven hours.

It's unrealistic to set out 150 kilometers for a rescue at this time; those on the crashed helicopters can only rely on fate!"

"But..."

Mountain Eagle placed the cleaned pan on the stove, turned the heat high, and while preparing, said, "Speak plainly; as long as it's not related to something like the Ebola virus, I'm willing to help if I can."

Michael exhaled slightly and said, "Scott and I will soon depart via boat from Marshall Town to Brown Bear Camp...

The other two Black Hawks picked up six injured personnel. Unable to discern direction in the snowstorm, they could only fly south for a while and use the valley on your land to avoid the snowstorm and cold winds.

Mountain, they have ample medicine but lack essential supplies. I know you're familiar with Wayne and his tribe.

When I arrive, can you deliver supplies to their tribe? I want to borrow their snowmobiles to send some food and warming items to those folks.

Help out; if we delay, those guys won't make it!"

Such matters cannot be refused...

Rescue in the wilderness or at sea is a moral code civils should follow.

Moreover, just like Old Qiao's previous thinking, to firmly establish oneself here, it's not enough to only maintain good relations with the natives; one must also establish positive relations with official figures like Michael, thus creating a clear character and image of Brown Bear Camp for surrounding townsfolk.

No one dislikes a helpful neighbor!

Mountain Eagle poured oil into the heated pan; in the waiting moments, he contemplated and said, "Come pick me up here; we'll go directly to Russian Mission upstream to disembark...

Dimension Card Company has built a road there leading to the valley, where there are snowmobiles available for use; I'll accompany you to go over."

Michael, on the other end of the phone, said excitedly: "Thank you, Mountain, thank you!

I have a cousin there, who's having rotten luck; you saved his life..."

"Don't speak too soon—the final outcome is not certain yet..."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle dumped a large plate of marinated beef slices into the oil pot...

With a 'sizzle', flames rose over a foot high from the oil pot.

Mountain Eagle said while stir-frying, "How long until you reach Brown Bear Camp?"

On the other end of the phone, Michael seemed to know Mountain Eagle was busy, and he said decisively, "Two hours. I need to prepare, but I can be at Brown Bear Camp in two hours.

This snowstorm isn't too large in scale, it shouldn't be particularly dangerous!"

Mountain Eagle hung up the phone, threw a handful of cilantro into the beef, quickly stir-fried a few times, and then served it up.

There wasn't much time left, so the big meal Mountain Eagle originally planned had to be slightly reduced...

He braised an Arctic char, quickly stir-fried some tomato and scrambled eggs, and made some hot and sour shredded potatoes, then called it a day...

There were only a few people in the camp...

Old Ruby and his son, Old Qiao and Quida, Butcher, the five of them, plus Mountain Eagle made a total of ten people.

Four large portions of stir-fried dishes, beef and fish as main courses, plus a big pot of lamb soup, were basically enough to eat.

When Mountain Eagle announced that it was time to eat, Little Ruby, who couldn't wait, placed a large electric rice cooker on the wooden dining table...

He lifted the lid to reveal the steaming white rice inside, and the rising steam made everyone around sniff eagerly.

Mountain Eagle, seeing Little Ruby's impatience, smiled and took a shovel to scoop a big bowl of rice for Little Ruby, then served himself a large bowl, tossed the shovel back into the pot, and said with a smile, "Don't just stand there, help yourselves...

Once we're full, we'll head out for a run!"

Sled was the first to grab a big bowl of rice, then rushed to the table, scooping a large spoonful of tomato and beef brisket over the rice...

After a delightful bite, Sled sighed contentedly and said, "I love this food, I can't believe I didn't know beef could taste this good before."

Saying this, Sled took an empty plate and scraped a little from each stir-fry dish onto his plate...

After tasting a spicy pepper, Sled happily licked his lips and said, "Boss, this snowstorm came suddenly; even though it's not big, preparing for a rescue mission still requires a lot of preparation.

Tell me what our target is, what we need to do, and I'll prepare the stuff!"

Seeing everyone eating with gusto, Mountain Eagle, as the cook, smiled with satisfaction, then looked at Sled who was still eating non-stop and said, "Two Black Hawk helicopters will land in the valley to the north, with six injured personnel, four pilots, and medical staff onboard...

It's about 40 kilometers in a straight line from us. We'll take the State Police boat up the Yukon River to Russian Mission Town.

Some large buildings there have been turned into cattle sheds, and we can borrow snowmobiles from there."

Saying this, Mountain Eagle looked at Sled and laughed, "Your codename is Sled, you can handle this, right?"

Sled nodded confidently and said, "Of course, I was born in Yakutsk and grew up in snow and ice."

Saying this, Sled glanced through the window at a row of doghouses not far from the cabin and the little Maghenxi wolves having their meal, then grinned and said, "If you let me train them, I can show you some real sledding skills in a year.

Boss, snowmobiles are unreliable in extremely cold places; in the real Arctic, sled dogs with sleds are the best means of transportation."

Mountain Eagle had no idea how big those young Maghenxi wolves would grow, but they should be able to pull a sled.

Seeing Sled's confident expression, Mountain Eagle thought for a moment and said, "In a few days, I'll have Daria buy some small sleds and send them over...

My child will be coming, and by then, you can show them how to play around!"

Sled paused, then muttered to himself while eating, "No problem, I can teach them more things...

The ice and snow will forge real men!"

Old Qiao, whose teeth are not as good as they were when he was young, ate a bowl of tomato scrambled eggs mixed with rice, and while sipping the pepper-flavored lamb soup, he said, "Boss, you're not familiar with Alaska's weather and roads, so I'll go with you guys.

They have 6 injured people on the other side, so we need at least six snowmobiles and sled boards to get them out after the snowstorm stops.

There are two wooden sleds and several polyurethane sled boards in the camp, we must take them all.

If you don't want to stay long in the valley or risk losing the injured halfway, you'd better get used to pulling sled boards with snowmobiles quickly..."

After saying this, Old Qiao finished off the hot soup, sighed contentedly, and said, "I'll prepare a few thermos flasks to bring this hot soup along; it can save lives in the ice and snow."

Mountain Eagle actually knows how to survive in the Snow Domain, but now he definitely has to listen to the local expert...

He nodded vigorously and said, "Let's prepare more things, it's better to be safe than sorry!

I also want to experience the power of an Alaskan snowstorm..."

Old Qiao heard this and shook his head, saying, "This is just a small scene. If you want to see a real snowstorm, you'll have to wait two more months!

It's just catching a few thieves, who knows why they ran inside?

After this heavy snowfall, if those people are not well-prepared, it's likely some will freeze to death inside..."