Chapter 824

The ghost lies behind a bush on an earth slope on the roadside. There is a big stone here, which is a perfect shelter.

A team member next to him was holding a remote control and rhythmically turned every switch on it.

The ghost looked at the first battalion convoy of comolo army, which had been disordered dozens of meters away, turned back and asked, "spider, how many traps have you installed?"

"There are thirty broadsword mines on both sides of the road, fifteen on each side. One is buried every 10 meters, all forming an X-shaped explosion path. In the middle of the road, five remote-control IEDs made by myself can destroy their infantry vehicles, all buried in the front and back sections of the 150 meter section."

The spider said, and then moved the paddle on the remote control.

Bang——

Two broad sword mines exploded, and more than 20 soldiers who had just poured out of the car suddenly became sieves and screamed and fell on the side of the road. Some people's thighs were fried into rotten meat, almost broken on the spot.

The ghost raised his eyebrows.

"My God, you are so cruel!"

"Captain, there are only a few of us. Can we do without a little money? I took a lot of risks to get these things in. I carried these things last night to decorate them. I was almost tired. Fortunately, I had the help of a big cat."

Big cat refers to another member of the ghost team.

All the members of the ghost team wear masks to hide their true faces. They also wear masks on weekdays. The only way to identify these people is that each of them has an animal painted on their tactical masks.

Spiders, piranhas, cats, vipers, wild bees

The spider stretched out his finger, rubbed his nose across his tactical mask with spider pattern, reached out and pressed a paddle.

A infantry chariot was blown up, turned over and turned upside down on the road.

"The last three are finished."

The spider said while playing the piano and moved the remaining three start paddles in succession.

Boom——

Boom——

Boom——

After three explosions, the whole narrow road was already full of grief.

"Done, Captain, let's go and have a look," said the spider, taking out the gas mask from the tactical satchel and putting it on his face.

The ghost called all his team members on the channel.

"All the team members put on gas masks. Let's go down there and withdraw immediately."

Several dark shadows emerged from behind the trees and behind the stones within tens of meters on both sides of the road. Everyone was wearing gas masks and carrying guns, and slowly walked towards the army's first battalion convoy that had been blown up.

The troops of the two companies, just in a flash, did not fire a shot, and were handled by the ghost team.

MOSAR now feels that his bones are falling apart. His head is sticky and painful. He doesn't have to touch it. He knows that he must have broken the skin there, and he doesn't know how big the wound is.

Now what he wants is not to deal with the wound, but to immediately escape the overturned armored vehicle. The armored vehicle that has lost power is a living coffin. Any Molotov cocktail bottle can send everyone to the West.

There seemed to be other people alive in the armored car except MOSAR, but I didn't see anyone moving, only heard a low wail.

MOSAR began to rejoice that he had no fracture. In such an intense rollover, people could easily be hit by the hard car wall.

After climbing to the car, MOSAR grabbed the switch handle of the door, turned it hard, unscrewed the door, and then climbed out like a lost dog.

According to his original idea, once he got rid of the armored vehicle, he could immediately organize a counterattack under the command.

He has two fully equipped companies, with more than 200 people and complete heavy and heavy equipment. He doesn't believe that the X mercenary Corps can deal with his two fully equipped companies by relying on a small team of several people.

But as soon as he got out of the car, MOSAR was so frightened by the situation that he almost didn't pee in his crotch.

As far as I could see, the wounded soldiers were lying on the ground, plasma splashed everywhere, and gathered into a stream on the ground.

There seemed to be no place on the whole road where there were no injured or dead people. In the light of the lamp, he saw a soldier less than one meter away from him. His face was covered with bullet holes and his facial features were blurred by something. He couldn't see the original appearance.

The strong smell of blood almost suffocated MOSAR, followed by a violent and exciting taste.

MOSAR suddenly felt that his eyes seemed to be sprinkled with the strongest chili powder in the world, and then there was a strong irritation in his respiratory tract and nasal cavity, which made him start coughing violently, as if to cough out his lungs.

It's poison gas!

However, it is obviously not a fatal poison gas, but a strong tear gas.

MOSAR hurriedly blocked his mouth and nose with his skirt, but it was useless. This gas would make people want to die if it only stood on the mucous membrane of the eyeball.

He began to cry, climbing and coughing, trying to leave the unlucky place as soon as possible.

The more he climbed out, the more frightened MOSAR was.

His two companies became useless people of two companies in an instant, either dead or injured.

This tragedy made him completely lose his desire and confidence to resist. Now go to hell with Prince Gary and his palace! I can get out of here.

One foot slammed him on the ground. The wound on MOSAR's head hurt. He howled like a pig in the slaughterhouse.

"Oh, oh, it hurts... It hurts... Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

A man in a gas mask squatted down, took his pistol, threw it to the side of the road, and then looked at MOSAR as if he wanted to see his rank.

Then the man in the gas mask stood up and shot MOSAR in the head and smashed it.

Then he went to the armored vehicle, swept a shuttle of bullets at the people inside, climbed in, took the car radio, climbed out again, raised his hand to the ghost not far away and made an OK gesture.

"Captain, I got it."

"OK, let's withdraw."

"What about these people?"

"Don't deal with it. Let their own people deal with the aftermath. We're in a hurry to take a boat," said the ghost

With that, they left the road, crossed the woods, and parked a car on a path beside the woods.

Several ghost teams quickly removed the branches and other covers covered on them, and then jumped on the bus. The engine started quickly. The van didn't turn on the lights, but left the path, drove into the main road and drove towards the mangrove beach.

In the car, the ghost took off his gas mask and put it away. Then he looked at his watch.

"We need to hurry up. Qin Fei and they have ten minutes to get to the mangrove beach."

After that, he will turn around and pick up the radio station on the back of the mantis who is responsible for acting as a correspondent next to him, and take out the microphone.

"Qin Fei, we've got the troops in the barracks. We'll meet you in the mangrove in ten minutes."

"OK, we'll be there soon."

"Are you in trouble on the way?"

"No big problem. I met a police car and got it." Qin Fei said: "the operation tonight was very smooth."