Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 895 - 837: Harvest (Part 2)

It was a total blowout. When the fishing net was about halfway pulled up, nearly 2.5 tons of fish had been caught. This was with large mesh that allowed smaller fish to escape; otherwise, the harvest would have been even greater.

Everyone on site was caught up in an inexplicable frenzy; only Mountain Eagle, after calming down and using Golden Cicada for reconnaissance, roughly figured out the reason for the explosion in fish catch.

The overly thick ice surface compressed the activity space of the fish. The large lake is only about ten meters deep, and after freezing, not only is space compressed, but the oxygen content in the water is also reduced.

Mountain Eagle could clearly detect that although a batch of large fish had been caught by the net, there were still fish gathering around the ice holes at the bottom of the water. Even when people on the shore were pulling the net, some clueless big fish were ramming into it.

After the nets were all dragged up, Razer roughly calculated and excitedly found Mountain Eagle, saying: "There's at least 5 tons of fish. If we net again tomorrow, the food for the next month will be enough...

Shit, why didn't I try this before? The catch in this weather is too big!"

Mountain Eagle listened and said with a bit of amusement: "Is just 5 tons considered a lot?

I know there's a place called Chagan Lake in East, where they use 2000-meter-long nets, and can pull up around 250 tons of big fish in one go.

If you can protect this big lake well and fish moderately, then in winter, one netting would be enough for your entire village to eat until spring."

Razer didn't mind Mountain Eagle's 'bragging'. In his knowledge, unless it's a large trawler at sea, it is impossible for land fishermen to get that many fish with one net.

However, since it was Mountain Eagle's suggestion, Razer didn't expose his bluff and simply nodded, saying: "Once your investment is settled, I'll organize manpower to protect the big lake. Every winter, we'll do one big fishing like you said."

Mountain Eagle, seeing Razer's expression as if he were coaxing a fool, said irritably, "You don't believe what I'm saying?"

Razer spread his hands and said, "Of course, I believe you…"

Mountain Eagle saw Razer's perfunctory appearance and rubbed his nose, annoyed, saying: "I know you don't believe me. How about this, you find someone to ask if this big lake is for sale?

If the state government is willing to sell, I'll take this big lake, then I can demonstrate to you what real winter fishing looks like in my fish pond."

Razer, seeing Mountain Eagle's extravagance, shook his head and said: "I agree with you buying land, but there's no need to buy this lake.

Alaska's laws stipulate that natural resources like lakes cannot be transferred to private ownership.

However, as natives, we have special usage rights to this big lake.

I heard your wife mention your Alaska travel plans. My daughter actually attempted it too, and the building you're staying in was built to accommodate tourists.

My daughter didn't have experience, so her attempt failed.

But I think you guys can definitely succeed, so you can definitely buy a few plots of land near the lake.

This year's snowstorm will definitely affect many areas, and with the state government short on funds, land prices will drop significantly, so it'll be very cheap to buy land at that time!"

This time, Mountain Eagle didn't flatly refuse but thought for a moment and said: "You let your daughter discuss this with my wife. Since we've already decided to build a camp here, buying more land wouldn't be a problem if the price is right.

I support buying natural resources, but it all depends on my wife's opinion since the business in Alaska is hers.

She definitely won't be happy to see me bypass her and throw a lot of money here, it would discount her sense of achievement."

Razer couldn't understand the nuances between Mountain Eagle and his wife. He decisively waved his hand and said: "I don't understand these things; let my daughter talk to Mrs. Li. As long as it benefits the natives, I'm willing to help."

Saying this, Razer glanced at the sky and first urged the villagers who were collecting big fish, telling them to quickly send a batch of fish back, then looked at Mountain Eagle and asked: "Do you need me to stay and help tonight?"

Mountain Eagle bent down, grabbed a still-alive big fish, cut off its head with a knife, and threw the fish blood and guts in the surrounding snow, shaking his head saying: "No need, I just want to play with the kids. The Wolf Pack might not even come…"

Razer had no intention of saying anything unnecessary. It was already afternoon, less than two hours before dark. He needed to quickly organize the villagers to send back as many fish as possible, leaving the rest here for Mountain Eagle as bait.

Just as everyone was busy with their tasks, the sound of a plane roared overhead, followed by Yuliy's voice on the radio...

"Boss, the C-27A transport plane has arrived. They're preparing for an air drop. I suggest setting the drop zone on the big lake's ice surface…"

Mountain Eagle listened and promptly pressed the radio, saying: "I'll go set up the markers to make it easier for the planes to recognize from above, so they can drop more accurately...

Also, when can the Black Hawk arrive?"

Yuliy paused and said: "The National Guard's Black Hawk pilots refuse to take off in bad weather. They may need to wait until the snow lessens to fly over."

"Fuck, what the hell is this? It's just snowing…"

Saying this, Mountain Eagle might have sensed Yuliy's difficulty and decisively said: "Have lawyer Tommy Black contact those pilots...

The Black Hawk helicopters in Alaska are specially modified models. I don't believe they haven't encountered this situation.

I'll pay them more, fifty thousand dollars, fifty thousand dollars each, to bring me the aircraft and supplies."

Upon hearing that the boss was willing to pay extra, Yuliy promptly said: "I'll contact them right away. It shouldn't take that much, ten thousand dollars each should be enough.

The National Guard pilots just don't want to take risks for free. Paying them is a whole different situation."

Mountain Eagle didn't know what to feel...

It was like Red Cross sending aid; you can't just donate money; you also have to pay team-building expenses for those volunteers to specifically deliver the aid to designated recipients.

This was bullshit to the extreme, but there was nothing you could do about it!

After cutting off the radio, Mountain Eagle rode a snowmobile with Smoke Bomb and signal markers to a place about two kilometers from the icehouse. After contacting the crew members on the cargo plane via radio, he set up the Smoke Bomb and markers and promptly retreated to the icehouse.

Soon, he saw small dots falling from the sky, then parachutes opening like several dandelions gently descending onto the big lake's ice surface.

The landing of the 'dandelions' was quite loud, but the landing spots weren't very accurate...

Out of four sets of air-dropped supplies, only two landed on the ice while the other two drifted into the forest on the west side of the lake.

And unfortunately, the most important weapons and ammunition were among the two sets of supplies that didn't land on the ice.

Mountain Eagle couldn't very well conjure a large amount of weapons and ammunition in front of so many people like a magic trick.

Without these items, there was no way to aid other villages and ensure they could maintain defensive capabilities.

Seeing the tactical computer indicating the location of the supplies, Mountain Eagle looked at the sky and helplessly asked Razer to send people to help transport the supplies that landed on the lake back to the cabin...

The supplies that landed in the forest could only be retrieved the next day.

Hearing the continuous apologies from the crew members on the radio, Mountain Eagle shook his head helplessly and said: "No worries, just being able to fly over you're already stronger than those National Guard losers.

Check the weather tomorrow. If conditions permit, drop another air delivery for me."

"Yes sir!"

Mountain Eagle listened to the sound of the plane in the sky gradually heading south, rubbed his hands, and dragged a few kids helping with the fish back to the icehouse…

"Wash your hands clean, tonight I'm going to make something delicious for you all…"