Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1183 - 1176: Canyon Blocking Battle

Chapter 1183: Chapter 1176: Canyon Blocking Battle

"Da da da!!!"

A burst of rapid gunfire echoed through the valley, followed by screams. The war had finally erupted.

The soldiers peeked out, imitating the methods of the sub-humans, and squeezed the triggers for automatic fire. Instantly, the guns boomed across their positions, bullets raining down into the valley like droplets, and wherever they reached, the enemy fell like harvested wheat.

"What’s happening!" another sub-human burst out of the resting trench, grabbing the first one’s shoulder and shouting loudly.

"The enemy is attacking!" the sub-human shouted back without turning his head.

"Everyone stay calm, stay calm. Use the defense methods we were taught earlier. Don’t use automatic fire, don’t use automatic fire!" He crouched low in the trench and shouted loudly.

After a few minutes of chaos, the enemy on the other side quickly regrouped. The valley had many large rocks that served as cover, so they began to spread out and hide behind the rocks to dodge the bullets from the positions.

At the very rear of the group, Fredel and Car took cover behind a rock, Car shouted nervously, "Our tracks are exposed, let’s retreat quickly!"

"Retreat your ass," Fredel suddenly burst into a rage upon hearing this. He glanced back at the flashes of gunfire from the positions and gritted his teeth, "It’s just a small ambush squad. What’s there to be scared of."

"But the enemy has artillery. Haven’t you seen what artillery can do?" Car argued, clearly frustrated.

"Things were just a bit chaotic just now. As long as we stabilize our position, we can quickly break through their defense," Fredel said confidently.

"You..." Car was so angered by him that he was left speechless, obviously, the sixty-something Fredel seemed a bit delusional.

Of course, he was this confident for a reason. Because his troop had soon stabilized their footing and began preparing for a counterattack.

Since it was a night operation and the sky was dark with heavy winds, the illuminating flares that fell softly only lit up their area and not the intercepting positions, so these mercenaries were momentarily confused about where the bullets were coming from.

However, soon some of the quicker mercenaries began firing at the sky, shooting down the illuminating flares. As the flares’ parachutes were destroyed, the area occupied by the mercenaries quickly plunged into darkness.

Just as these mercenaries were preparing to charge, the positions roared again and another signal flare shot into the sky, once more lighting up their area. At the same time, the positions were filled with dense gunfire, accompanied by the booming of mortars.

The valley was bombarded, forcing the mercenaries to scatter once more to avoid the shells. Feeling the shockwaves of explosions around him, Car nervously shouted again, "We should retreat quickly, this is no simple skirmish. Holding out will do us no good!"

"Shut up. Is retreating the only military advice you know!" Fredel pointed at him and cursed through gritted teeth.

Then, he pulled a signal flare gun from his waist, roughly located the positions, and fired a shot towards them.

The signal flare traced an arc through the air, then landed in front of the positions, continually glowing. With the positions exposed, the confused mercenaries finally found the enemy’s direction and started firing towards the positions.

With their forces continually divided, there were less than a hundred people in the intercepting squad on the positions, while there were at least a thousand enemies trapped in the valley. The idea of one hundred fighting a thousand seemed thrilling.

Therefore, the positions began to feel the pressure, with dense bullets flying towards them, making whooshing sounds over their heads. Initially, the sound seemed somewhat frightening. But as it became more frequent, they slowly became numb to it.

Also, because their protective gear was good, there were hardly any casualties. In over ten minutes of exchange of fire, only five on the positions were lightly injured.

One soldier’s helmet was solidly hit by a bullet, but he just staggered backward and then lay down in the trench to shoot again, completely unaware that his helmet now had a bullet hole.

Conversely, the mercenaries had been suffering casualties continuously. In just over ten minutes, more than fifty had been killed or wounded.

News of engagement with the enemy and back had swiftly been conveyed to the Joint Command Center by magical messengers. Wang Xu, who had been waiting all day and night, finally received the news he had been most worried about.

"The enemy is attacking the center, command other troops to move closer to the intercepting forces in the center!" a staff officer suggested.

"No, we still don’t know whether these troops are the main force or just a diversion. If we abandon defense in other areas, and the enemy takes advantage of that, then we’ll only be left to fight a city siege." Wang Xu rejected his suggestion.

"So, should we order the artillery to fire?" the staff officer continued to ask.

"That won’t do either. We need to annihilate the enemy forces completely, so first we must appear weak to lure them in. Inform the intercepting forces in the center to hold their ground until dawn!" Wang Xu ordered.

"But the casualties..." the staff officer hesitated to say.

"If you fear the casualties of the sub-humans, then you shouldn’t have trained them to be soldiers from the start," Wang Xu coldly stated.

At that moment on the battlefield, the mercenaries and the intercepting troops had finally begun formal combat operations. Flares were fired into the sky again and again, only to be shot down each time.

Each time a flare was shot down, the mercenaries would seize the moment to charge, causing the intercepting troops to panic, both suppressing with firepower and firing flares.

Later, they finally realized that there were too few flares in the sky, so they fired more than ten in one breath, finally preventing the enemy from shooting them all down, and could only quietly wait for the flares to land before launching a charge.

Among these more than two thousand enemy soldiers, a considerable proportion were mercenaries, and the main combat power of this army came from these mercenaries. This was also the source of Fredel’s confidence to stabilize his foothold and launch a counterattack.

After more than two hours of battle, the intercepting troops repelled the enemy’s several attacks, causing more than a hundred casualties. However, these casualties did not deter these men at all; they still lurked in the valley, waiting for the right moment to launch another offensive.

Limited by the valley’s terrain, the enemy’s numerical advantage could not be fully utilized, while the intercepting troops held a position on the high ground, so from the start, combat was very disadvantageous for the enemy.

To break through, they had to capture this intercepting position. Otherwise, they could only exit the valley and look for another route.

Clearly, the overconfident Fredel did not plan to settle for less and intended to capture this position.

As the fight intensified, the enemy also began to set up mortars to bombard the intercepting position. However, due to night fighting, the enemy’s mortar hits were very fantastical, essentially a blind cat stumbling on a dead rat. Even so, they still inflicted some casualties on the intercepting troops.

Until now, the intercepting troops had suffered more than a dozen casualties, including five soldiers from Aud who died, the rest mostly consisted of minor and serious injuries.

This exchange rate was indeed hard to imagine, and the intercepting troops were mostly from the Otherworld Army. Benefitting from upgraded protective gear and abundant combat supplies, these Aud soldiers displayed extremely strong combat capacity, one soldier’s helmet was shattered like a hornet’s nest, yet he remained steadfastly in position.

When medium power bullets hit their bulletproof vests, it was like being punched hard, hardly capable of penetration. Most casualties still mainly came from enemy mortar explosions.

So, despite the odds of one hundred fighting a thousand, and the intercepting troops experiencing casualties, their morale hardly changed and their will to fight was very firm.

A sub-human squad leader took a brief respite during combat and saw the platoon leader crouching and walking over, so he asked, "What does Headquarters say?"

"Hold until dawn, it’ll be better by dawn!" the platoon leader replied.

"There are over a thousand men on the other side!" the squad leader took a deep breath and said.

"No worries, our equipment is superior, one hundred against a thousand, the advantage is ours," the platoon leader reassured.

"Let’s hope so," the squad leader nodded, then peeked out and shouted loudly, "Flares, keep the flares going!!"