In fact, the bearded man's subordinates never expected that there was a group of snipers on the top of the hillside to his left.

Although they were all hiding in stones and ditches, they exposed their butts to the old white hair and the solemn.

Solemnly pointed the gun at a bandit.

The old white-haired reached out to stop him.

"Stop shooting, they like to confront each other, so let them confront each other, we don't have to hurry, the longer we drag, the better it will be for us."

It's also true if you think about it.

This move just now was really poisonous. Now the two gangs below have confronted each other. No one believes in each other and wants to kill anyone, but no one does anything rashly.

Soon, someone finally couldn't help but the gunshot suddenly rang out again.

Zhuangyan and Lao Baimao were watching the show, and they were lying on the mountain to watch the fun.

Several calls from the field intercom came from the delivery leader to ask them to support firepower. However, Lao Baimao pretended not to hear it and still kept his troops in motion, making the leader under the valley furious but confused.

Where is your own person?

There were two sniper teams ambushing, but when they fought, they were like the light smoke blown away by the wind, without a trace?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

So I discussed with my subordinates for a while and felt that it was better to leave the thirty-six strategies.

withdraw!

This is the kingly way!

Leaving this damn ghost place, you can't stay for a moment.

Under his order, all the bandits under his command threw grenades at the same time. After a violent blow, they took advantage of the gaps raised by the smoke and began to retreat towards the path.

It turns out that this tactic is successful.

Although he had paid a few more lives, he had at least stepped onto the path.

Everyone ran away like a lifeless person.

After running across the trail, you can run all the way and reach the safe area ten kilometers.

Unfortunately, the wings of the god of death have never left their heads.

The old white-haired man on the top of the mountain pressed the remote control device.

Two specially modified directional thunders exploded instantly.

Bang—

With a loud bang, 800 steel balls shot out from the thunder's bullet body and covered in a fan shape towards the front.

The bandit closest to the nearest suddenly appeared countless small holes on its body. The 1.2mm steel ball was like the heavy rain pear blossom needle in martial arts, instantly piercing the person into a sieve.

Several were hit by steel balls. Although they did not die, they screamed in pain. If they accidentally stepped on the air, they screamed and fell from the path down the cliff below. The shrill and desperate screams echoed in the mountains for a long time.

The rest of the people were already scared and turned around and ran back to the valley, hiding behind the stones.

The opponent's miserable situation actually made the bandits who had been hiding in the valley confused.

Who buried the thunder?

At least no one in his camp has buried directional thunder there.

But who killed these people?

If you think calmly, you can still think of the ambush.

Unfortunately, the bearded man was hung up and the dragons had no heads.

Now the minions have already lost their souls. The moans and screams of the weak ghost soldiers who were lying on the ground and screaming made everyone panic and have long lost the ability to think.

Finally someone smelled the danger that was not easy to detect in the air.

They felt that there seemed to be an invisible pair of eyes staring at them, and there seemed to be a pair of hands that could control their life and death hanging above their heads, and they might fall down and strangle their necks at any time.

This suffocating fear finally broke some of them.

He didn't bother to exchange fire with the delivery party again, and the bearded man's subordinates began to flee.

"Stop them."

The old white-haired issued a killing order.

He pointed at the bandit running in the front and pulled the trigger.

This guy fell head-on into the ditches next to him like an out of control car.

Of course, the old white-haired is not idle either.

The 85 snipers in their hands named these poor people one by one.

Order one, pour one.

In fact, there are still dozens of bandits in the valley. Although the fire and death are serious, as long as there is a leader who gathers the troops and appeases the people, they can immediately disperse their formation and find the enemies hiding nearby.

The terrain here is not complicated, just on both sides of the hillsides, so it is not difficult to find someone.

But no one can calm down now.

After shooting down the four fastest bandits, the bearded man's men rushed back to the valley like a group of pheasants driven to nowhere to escape.

Now everyone is hiding behind any hidden objects that can be found.

Tudou, stone, and even donkey corpses...

The trick of the old white-haired is very effective.

Zhuang Yan didn't expect that these guys in the valley were so trash. It seemed that they were not a powerful character, they were just a group of ordinary WZ personnel.

The sound of the helicopter propeller spinning finally came from the sky. Zhuangyan and Laobaimao no longer needed to continue disguising themselves, but took off their robe, exposed the camouflage uniform inside, and surrounded their mouths and noses with camouflage scarf.

"Go to the landing point and guide them to land." The old white-haired pointed his hand and pointed to the landing point: "Leave it to me here."

Solemnly raised his 85-sniper back, bent over, and ran forward like a cat.

Arrived on a slightly flat slope about one hundred meters away from the sniper point, and Majestic took a green cigarette cartridge from the tactical vest, pulled its safety ring off, threw it on the ground, and then retreated to a safety place.

The helicopter pilot saw the green smoke on the ground, and the main driver pointed to the ground, then lowered the plane with the co-pilot.

Hovering at a height of 2 meters, the special service team members jumped out of the cabin in full armed manner.

"Where is the enemy, what's the situation here!"

A lieutenant who looked like a captain ran over and squatted down beside Zhuang Yan, asking about the situation like a roaring person.

The sound of the helicopter propeller is too loud.

It's really hard to talk.

Zhuangyan pointed at the valley and shouted loudly with all his might: "In the valley, about forty or fifty people died, and seventy or eighty still alive, all trapped in the valley. It is recommended that a team of people land on the opposite hillside and attack on both sides!"

Zhuangyan pointed to the opposite hillside. It was originally the lurking location of two unlucky snipers, but now it is just two cold corpses.

"Are you two people? What is your number?" The lieutenant couldn't believe what he heard. According to the briefing obtained before departure, there were only two people here and a sniper team.

However, there is no mention of what unit it belongs to.

I only know that one is called No. 0 and the other is called No. 23.

"There are only two of us, I am No. 23, No. 0 is there."

The lieutenant nodded and gave a thumbs up at Zhuangyan: "Brother, awesome!"

Soon, a team of special service members took a rope down the opposite hillside.

Secret service personnel surrounded WZ members in the valley on the hillside.

Condescending, the unlucky people in the valley can only be turtles in the jar.

Solemnly returned to the old white hair.

The old white-haired left his sniper position and handed it over to the sniper of the special service team, and then went up to communicate with the on-site commander of the special service team.

After some negotiations, the old white-haired man came back.

"Walk."

"ah?"

"Pack up everything right away and follow me."

The two returned to the sniper position and began to quickly remove all their equipment, without taking away things like camouflage nets, and all other equipment were put away.

Carrying a huge backpack, the two of them jumped onto the helicopter in the surprised eyes of all the special service members.

No one knows where these two dirty snipers, but very professionally dressed, came out.

It was a miracle that two people were able to trap a bandit who had strengthened their company's strength in the valley and could not move.

The helicopter rose up and flew towards the inland.

Sitting in the cabin, the old white-haired man took off his hat and pulled off his scarf. Looking at the dusty face opposite him, he smiled and said, "Boy, we are so lucky! You are a lucky general!"

The only feeling that Zhuangyan now is fatigue.

The nerves that had been tense for a few days suddenly loosened, and the person seemed to be exhausted.

Through the porthole, he felt a little regretful to see more and more support troops on the ground arrive and surrounding the valley.

I didn't even have the chance to get close to the fruit of victory.

The old white-haired man seemed to see through his thoughts and shouted: "Stop looking! We don't exist!"

Zhuangyan suddenly laughed when she heard the three words "Not exist".

He turned to look at the old white-haired man and said, "On 0, I'll ask you to give me a day off when I go back."

The old white-haired laughed: "Don't worry! Everyone is waiting for you to go back to ask for me. I won't go back to the base tonight. We will go back to the airport at noon tomorrow to take the air force transfer training plane."

Zhuangyan stopped talking, leaned back and turned to look at the view outside the helicopter.
Chapter completed!