The ghost lay behind a bush on a slope by the roadside. There was a large rock here, which was a perfect hiding place.
A team member next to him held a remote control in his hand and flipped each switch on it rhythmically.
The ghost looked at the convoy of the Comoro Army's 1st Battalion, which was already in chaos dozens of meters away, and turned around and asked: "Spider, how many traps have you installed?"
"There are a total of thirty broad-blade mines on both sides of the road, fifteen on each side, one every 10 meters, all forming an
, all buried in the front and back sections of the 150-meter section."
Spider said, flipping the paddle on the remote control again.
Bang——
Two broadsword mines exploded, and the twenty-odd soldiers who had just rushed out of the car were suddenly reduced to a sieve, screaming and falling on the roadside. Some people's thighs were blown into rotten flesh, and they were almost broken on the spot.
The ghost raised his eyebrows.
"My God, you are so cruel!"
"Captain, there are only a few of us, how can we not spend some money? In order to get these things in, I took a lot of risks. In order to arrange these things last night, I almost died from exhaustion carrying these things.
Fortunately, there is a big cat to help."
Big Cat refers to another member of the Ghost Team.
All the members of the Ghost Team wear masks and do not reveal their true colors. They also wear masks on weekdays. The only way to identify these people is that each of their tactical masks has an animal painted on them.
Spiders, piranhas, big cats, vipers, wild bees...
Spider stretched out his fingers, rubbed his nose through his tactical mask with a spider pattern on it, and reached out to press another pick.
An infantry fighting vehicle was turned upside down by the explosion and fell onto the road.
"The last three are finished."
As the spider spoke, he plucked the three remaining starting picks as if he were playing a piano.
boom--
boom--
boom--
After three explosions, the entire narrow road was already filled with victims.
"It's done, Captain, let's go over and take a look." After Spider said this, he took out a gas mask from his tactical backpack and put it on his face.
The ghost calls all his team members in the channel.
"All team members put on gas masks, let's get down to that thing and retreat immediately."
From behind the trees within a few dozen meters on both sides of the road, several black figures emerged from behind the rocks. Everyone was wearing gas masks, holding guns and slowly walking towards the convoy of the 1st Battalion of the Army that had been blown up.
go.
The strength of the two companies was defeated by the ghost team in just a moment without firing a single shot.
Mosal felt like his bones were falling apart now. His head was sticky and painful. He knew that the skin must have been broken without touching it with his hands, and he didn't know how big the wound was.
What he wants now is not to deal with the wound, but to escape immediately from this overturned armored vehicle. The armored vehicle that has lost power is just a living coffin, and any Molotov cocktail bottle can send everyone to the west.
In addition to Mosar, there seemed to be other people alive in the armored vehicle, but no one was seen moving, and only a low wailing sound was heard.
Mosal began to feel lucky that he did not have any fractures. In a rollover of this magnitude, a person could easily be knocked out by the hard wall of the car and suffer fractures.
Climbing behind the car, Mosal grabbed the handle of the door opener, turned it hard, unscrewed the door, and then climbed out like a lost dog.
According to his original idea, once he got out of the armored vehicle, he could immediately command his subordinates to organize a counterattack.
He has two fully equipped companies, with more than 200 men, and complete equipment. He does not believe that the X Mercenary Group can deal with his two fully equipped companies with just a few people.
But as soon as he climbed out of the car, Mosal was so frightened by what he saw that he almost peed in his crotch.
Everywhere he looked, there were injured soldiers lying on the ground, with blood splashing everywhere and forming streams on the ground.
There seemed to be no place on the entire road where injured or dead people were not lying. Under the light of the car lights, he saw a soldier less than one meter away from him. His face was covered with bullet holes, and his facial features were all covered with bullets.
He was shot with something and his flesh and blood were so bloody that he could not see his original appearance at all.
The strong smell of blood almost made Mosal suffocate, followed by a strong and irritating smell.
Mosal suddenly felt as if his eyes had been sprinkled with a handful of the strongest chili powder in the world, and then there was a strong irritation in his respiratory tract and nasal cavity, which made him unable to help but start coughing violently, as if he was about to swallow himself.
Coughing up all the lungs.
It's poisonous gas!
But it's obviously not a fatal gas, just a strong tear gas.
Mosal quickly covered his mouth and nose with his clothes, but it was of no avail. This kind of gas would make people feel ecstasy just standing on the mucous membrane of the eyeballs.
He began to cry and coughed as he crawled, wanting to leave this unfortunate place as soon as possible.
The further he climbed out, the more frightened Mosal became.
His two companies became useless in an instant, either dead or injured.
This tragic situation caused him to completely lose the desire and confidence to resist. Now, screw Prince Gary and the palace guards! Let’s wait and see if he can escape from here.
A foot slammed him to the ground. The wound on Mosal's head hurt, and he howled like a pig in a slaughterhouse.
"Ouch - oh - it hurts... it hurts... cough cough cough - cough cough cough -"
A man wearing a gas mask squatted down, took away his pistol, threw it to the side of the road, and then glanced at Mosal, as if to see his rank clearly.
Then the man wearing a gas mask stood up and shot Mosal directly in the head, blowing it to pieces.
Then he walked to the armored vehicle, fired a bunch of bullets at the people inside, climbed in, took the car radio, climbed out again, raised his hand and made an OK gesture to the ghost not far away.
"Captain, I got it."
"Okay, let's withdraw."
"What to do with these people?"
"No need to deal with it. Let their own people deal with the aftermath. We are in a hurry to take the boat." The ghost said.
After saying that, the group of people left the road and walked through the woods. A car was parked on a path beside the woods.
Several ghost teams quickly removed the branches and other coverings covering it, then jumped into the car, and quickly started the engine. The van did not turn on the lights, but left the path and entered the main road, heading towards the mangrove beach.
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In the car, Ghost took off his gas mask and put it away, then looked at his watch.
"We have to hurry up. Qin Fei and the others will arrive at the mangrove beach in ten minutes."
After saying that, he turned around and picked up the radio on the back of the mantis who was serving as the correspondent next to him, and took out the microphone.
"Qin Fei, we have secured the troops in the military camp now and are rushing over to join you. See you in the mangrove forest in ten minutes."
"Okay, we'll be there soon."
"Any trouble on the road?"
"It's not a big problem. We met a police car and it was settled." Qin Fei said, "The operation tonight went very smoothly."