In fact, the bearded men never thought that there was actually a group of snipers on the top of the hill on his left.

Although they have all been hidden in the stones and earth ditch, but they have exposed all the buttocks to the old white hair and solemn.

Zhuang Yan pointed his gun at a gangster.

The old white hair reached out to stop him.

"Stop shooting. They like confrontation, so let them confront each other. We are not in a hurry. The longer we delay, the better for us."

Solemnly think about it.

This move just now was really poisonous. Now the two groups of people below have confronted each other. No one believes each other. No one wants to kill anyone, but no one acts rashly.

Soon, someone finally couldn't hold back, and the gunshots suddenly sounded again.

Zhuang Yan and Lao Baimao were both watching a play, so they were lying on the mountain to watch the fun.

There were several calls from the delivery leader on the field walkie-talkie, asking them to fire support, but when the old white hair heard it, he pretended not to hear it, and remained silent, making the leader at the bottom of the valley furious but confused.

What about your own people?

Two sniper teams were clearly ambushed, but the fight was like light smoke scattered by the wind, and disappeared without a trace?

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

So I discussed it with my subordinates for a while, and felt that the thirty-six strategies were the best.

withdraw!

This is the kingly way!

You can't stay away from this damned place for a moment.

Under his order, all the bandits under his command threw out grenades at the same time. After a frantic explosion, they began to retreat towards the trail through the gap in the smoke.

Facts have proved that this tactic was successful.

Although he paid a few more lives, he withdrew on the trail anyway.

One by one they ran away.

After running through the trail, you can run wildly all the way, and you will reach the safety zone after ten kilometers.

Unfortunately, the wings of death never left their heads.

The old white hair on the top of the mountain pressed the remote control device.

Two specially modified directional mines detonated instantly.

bang——

With a loud bang, 800 steel **** were shot from the projectile of the directional mine and covered it in a fan shape.

Countless small holes appeared on the nearest gangster, and the 1.2MM steel ball was like a pear flower needle in a rainstorm in martial arts, instantly piercing the person into a sieve.

A few were hit by steel balls. Although they didn't kill them, they screamed in pain. One accidentally stepped on the air, and people screamed and fell from the trail to the cliff below. The screams of shrill and despair echoed in the mountains for a long time. .

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

The tragic situation of the opponent made the bandits on the receiving side who had been hiding in the valley bewildered.

Who buried the thunder?

At least no one in his own camp had planted directional mines there.

But, who killed these people?

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

It's a pity that the beard is dead, and there are no leaders.

Now those scoundrels have long since dispersed, and the groans and screams of the old ghosts and wounded soldiers lying on the ground have been groaning and screaming, and everyone is flustered, and they have already lost the ability to think.

Finally, someone sniffed out the imperceptible danger in the air.

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

The suffocating fear finally broke some of them.

Not bothering to exchange fire with the delivery party, the bearded men began to flee.

"Stop them."

The old white hair issued an order to kill.

Solemnly aimed at the gangster who was running at the front and pulled the trigger.

This guy was like a runaway car and fell into the ditch next to it.

Of course, the old white hair was not idle.

The 85 sniper in his hand named these poor people one by one.

Click one, pour one.

In fact, there are still dozens of gangsters left in the valley. Although the casualties are serious, as long as there is a leader who gathers the troops and appeases the hearts of the people, they can immediately disperse the formation to find the enemy hidden nearby.

The terrain here is not complicated, and it is not difficult to find people on the hillsides on both sides.

It's just that no one can calm down now.

After shooting down the four fastest gangsters, the bearded men dashed back to the valley like a flock of pheasants that had nowhere to go.

Now everyone is hiding behind whatever concealment they can find.

Earth trenches, stones, and even the corpse of a donkey...

The old white hair's trick, the effect is good, don't want it.

Zhuang Yan didn't expect these guys in the valley to be so rubbish. It doesn't seem to be a powerful character, just a bunch of ordinary WZ personnel.

Finally, there was the whirring sound of the helicopter propeller in the sky. Zhuang Yan and Lao Baimao no longer needed to continue to disguise. Instead, they took off their robes, revealing the camouflage clothes inside, and surrounded their mouths with camouflage scarves. nose.

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

Zhuang Yan carried the 85 spy on his back, bent down, and ran forward like a cat.

On a slightly flat **** about 100 meters away from the sniper point, Zhuang Yan took a green smoke bomb from his tactical vest, pulled its safety ring off, threw it on the ground, and retreated to safety.

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

Hovering at a height of 2 meters, the secret service team members jumped out of the cabin in full armor.

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

A lieutenant who looked like a captain ran over, crouched down beside Zhuang Yan, and asked about the situation like a roar.

Helicopter propellers are too loud.

Talking is really hard.

Zhuang Yan pointed to the valley and shouted with all his strength: "In the valley, about forty or fifty people died, and seventy or eighty are still alive. All of them are trapped in the valley. It is recommended to drop a team on the opposite hillside and attack from both sides. !"

Zhuang Yan pointed to the opposite hillside, which used to be the lurking position of two hapless snipers, but now there are only two cold corpses.

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

However, it is not mentioned what army it belongs to.

I only know that one is called 0 and the other is called 23.

"Just the two of us, I'm No. 23, and No. 0 is over there."

The lieutenant nodded and gave Zhuang Yan a thumbs up: "Brother, you are awesome!"

Soon, a team of secret service members rappelled down the opposite hillside.

The Secret Service encircled the WZ members in the valley on the hillside.

Condescending, now the unlucky ghosts in the valley can only be turtles in the urn.

He solemnly returned to the old Baimao's side.

Old Baimao left his sniper position, handed it over to the snipers of the special team, and then went up to communicate with the on-site commander of the special team.

After some negotiation, the old white hair came back.

"go."

"what?"

"Pack up everything immediately and follow me."

The two returned to the sniper position and began to quickly remove all their equipment. They did not take away the camouflage net and the like, and put away all the rest of the equipment.

Carrying a huge rucksack, the two jumped into the helicopter under the amazed eyes of all the secret service members.

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

It was a miracle that two people were able to trap a gangster with a strengthened company in the valley, unable to move.

The helicopter rose from the ground and flew inland.

Sitting in the cabin, the old white hair took off his hat and scarf, looked at the solemn dusty face on the opposite side, and said with a smile: "Boy, we are lucky! You are a lucky general!"

The sole feeling of solemn right now is tiredness.

The nerves that had been tense for a few days suddenly relaxed ~lightnovelpub.net~ The person seemed to be about to collapse.

Through the porthole, he felt a little sorry to see that more and more support troops on the ground arrived and surrounded the valley.

He didn't even get a chance to take a closer look at the fruits of victory.

The old white hair seemed to see through his mind, and said loudly: "Don't look! We don't exist!"

Zhuang Yan suddenly laughed when he heard the word "doesn't exist".

He turned to look at the old white hair and said, "No. 0, I beg you to give me a day off when I go back."

The old white-haired man laughed: "Don't worry! Everyone is waiting for you to go back and ask for credit. We won't go back to the base tonight. We will go to the airport at noon tomorrow and take the opportunity of the Air Force transfer training to go back."

Zhuang Yan stopped talking, leaned back, and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the helicopter.

Dusk has come, the horizon is golden, the setting sun is like blood, and the way back is like a rainbow.