The sudden explosion caused the rebels to panic.

Not only did the enemy blend in with the army, but they planted a bomb before leaving, all without anyone noticing.

What kind of enemy are they facing?

The explosion affected a large area, and the surrounding four or five vehicles were damaged to varying degrees, and there were many casualties. The painful groans of the wounded came from the point of the explosion and penetrated into Bekento's ears.

Bekento grabbed Fred next to him in a panic and said in a trembling voice: "He, they are here, quick, go find them!" ”

Fred blushed, shook off Bekento's hand, and said in a cold voice: "Your Excellency President, please calm down, the Huaxia mercenaries have already left." ”

"What if they don't go far and still mingle in the crowd?" Bekento asked nervously.

"No in case! Do you think they're your stupid soldiers who will come up and die? ”

Fred scolded Bekento, turned to Poole and said, "Poole, you bring people over and see if you can find their traces." ”

The hidden dragon was mixed in the army, and there was certainly no time to erase the traces when he left, and although the scene was messy, there were still traces to follow.

"Okay, you guys come with me."

Poole rushed over with a few mercenaries, only to see the nearby soldiers panicking, some looking for cover to hide, some pointing around with guns, and some running away from the distance.

"You fools, stop me, the enemy is gone, rescue the wounded immediately!" Poole shouted an order.

In fact, he didn't care about the life or death of the wounded at all, what he really cared about was these soldiers running around like headless flies, destroying the scene, so that he couldn't find the traces of the hidden dragon's departure.

A few other mercenaries rushed over, raised their feet and kicked the soldiers hard, finally calming them down.

As the soldiers rescue the wounded, Poole and the mercenaries turn on the flashlights and carefully search the scene, trying to find clues in the mess.

Unbeknownst to them, two pairs of eyes were staring at them from a tall building about five hundred meters away from the scene.

After the rebels gathered, Dewey took advantage of the chaos at the scene to lead people to leave quietly, and before leaving, he asked the chicken thief to plant a bomb as a gift to Philip's army.

Gifts are not just bombs, there are bigger surprises waiting for Philip's army.

Kurikami set up his sniper rifle and aimed the sight at Poole, and after years of sniping experience, he quickly judged that Poole's status was much higher than that of other mercenaries.

"Xian'er, five Philip soldiers were found, are they sniping?" Chestnut asked in the communicator.

"Sniper." Dewey replied.

Hearing Dewey's order, the shepherd immediately reported the sniper parameters to Chestnut God: "Wind speed three, distance 510 ......"

Chestnut God adjusted slightly according to the parameters reported by the shepherd, and with a slight pull of his fingers, the sniper rifle body shook backwards.

The sound of the gunfire was muffled by a muffler, almost inaudible, and the bullet came out of its chamber, sending out a scream in the air and heading straight for Poole.

Poole was directing the mercenaries to search the scene, pointing and shouting, "Potter, go over there and take a ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a sharp pain in his forehead.

Bullets shot through his eyebrows, destroying his brain all the way, and the aftermath continued to emerge from the back of his head.

It was only then that the other mercenaries heard the screeching of bullets passing through the air, and hurriedly turned their heads to look, only to see Poole staring straight in the direction where the bullets were flying. Blood and brains mixed together, and bullets erupted from the back of his head, spreading into patches as he fell to the ground.

"Poole!"

Several mercenaries all shouted loudly, but instead of looking, they ran to the nearby bunker.

Sou!

There was another whistle of bullets piercing through the air, and as the whistle stopped, another mercenary was sniped on the spot.

The sniping did not stop, the shepherd took a holistic view of the situation, and quickly reported the position of the mercenary, and Chestnut God almost did not need to look for the target, and moved the crosshair exactly according to the direction reported by the shepherd.

Although it was a sniper rifle, in Chestnut's hands, it shot as fast as an assault rifle, and every time a shot rang out, a Philip mercenary fell to the ground.

It wasn't until the fourth mercenary was sniped that the surrounding rebel soldiers understood what was happening and hurriedly shouted and dodged in all directions.

The fleeing soldier gave the last mercenary a chance to escape.

He grabbed a soldier who ran to the side, ignored the struggles of the other man, blocked his body, and moved towards the cover next to him.

The muzzle of Chestnut God also turned around at this time, and seeing a scene in the sight, he moved the muzzle of the gun slightly upwards and pulled the trigger again.

The bullet flew past the rebel soldier's scalp and shot diagonally into the mercenary's head.

The mercenary's eyes widened and he fell backwards, his hands still grasping the hapless soldier, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Feeling the heat coming from the top of his head, the rebel soldier thought that he had been shot, and screamed in fright, but he reached out and touched it, but there was no blood as he imagined, just a little blood, and then he stopped screaming.

Only then did he notice that the mercenary below him had no sound of breathing, and hurriedly tried to break free, but the mercenary's hand was clutching his clothes and couldn't break free.

The rebel soldiers were in a hurry and took off their coats, which was the only way to be relieved.

Seeing the mercenary's blood gushing out of the top of his head, and he couldn't die anymore, the rebel soldier laughed happily, and felt unrelieved in his heart, so he raised his foot and kicked it hard.

No sooner had he kicked the mercenary's corpse than he heard someone shouting, "You bastard! ”

Immediately after, a gunshot rang out.

The rebel soldiers reached out to cover their chests, trying to stop the blood pouring out, but they couldn't.

He looked up in horror and saw that Fred was glaring at him not far away.

When Fred heard the shouts of his comrades, he knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly ran over with his people, only to see his men being sniped one by one.

Sniper!

Fred glanced at the tall building in the distance, stopped, and did not continue on.

Because he knew very well that at this time, even if he led his troops over, he would not be able to do anything, and would only send a few more heads to the snipers of the hidden dragon.

The time for Chestnut God to snipe was very short, and all five people, including Pule, were sniped, which made Fred angry to the extreme.

It was at this time that the hapless rebel soldier took the corpse of Philip's army to vent, and Fred naturally regarded him as the object of his anger.

He raised his hand and fired another shot, and the rebel soldier who had just escaped was shot in the forehead and fell to the ground again, but this time he could never get up.

Fred put the gun away and shouted: "Jonathan, lead the team to surround from the left, Schultz, you go to the right!" ”

Jonathan and Schultz immediately agreed, and led the people to the left and right.

Fred pulled Bekento over again and said in a cold voice: "Your Excellency, President now, order your troops, charge me from the front!" ”

As the former chief of staff of the Republic of Croatia, Bectento certainly understood what Fred's order meant, and he wanted to use his own soldiers to attract sniper fire.

However, he did not dare to disobey Fred's order, and immediately called the field commander of the rebel army to convey the order.

Driven by the officers, the rebel soldiers rushed into the alley and ran towards the tall building where Chestnut God and the shepherd were located, while Fred led a dozen mercenaries and followed behind with Beckento, who naturally had the presidential palace guards by his side, but they did not protect but acted as cover.

"Xian'er, the rebel soldiers are here." The shepherd condescended, saw the following scene clearly, and immediately reported the situation to Dewey.

"Roger, retreat." Dewey replied.

Although the Crowe rebels are all scumbags, they are outnumbered, and the bullets on the battlefield do not have eyes, and there are enough surprises for the Philip army, so there is no need to fight with them.

Kurijin and the shepherd immediately went downstairs, and downstairs there was a van truck, which they had found on the way here, and they had taken the sheep as their means of transportation.

The two got into the car, and the mule immediately started the car and drove away from the rebels.

In the car, Dewey turned on the communicator and called, "Quicksand, duck, hear the answer." ”

"Roger." Quicksand replied.

"How's it going over there?" Dewey asked.

"The south-eastern sector is still under blockade, and the rebels have not come to support, but I think they are all panicking." Quicksand said.

Although Dewey had told them to suspend the operation, they did not retreat, but kept watching the rebels blockading the neighborhood.

"Get ready, we'll go over and lure them away."

"Understood."

Dewey ended the call, turned to the mule and said, "Southeast." ”

"Okay."

The mule pressed the throttle to the bottom and drove in the direction of the southeast zone.

At the same time, the rebels finally reached the sniper point, and to their surprise, they were not attacked along the way.

"It seems that the enemy has fled." One soldier said happily.

"Definitely, there are so many of us, one person drowned them with a mouthful of spit, if you don't run, are you waiting to die?" The comrade-in-arms next to him replied.

"It's great, don't you know, when I heard that we were asked to come over, I couldn't wait to kill the battalion commander, isn't this letting us die."

"Man, let's go together, now we don't have to worry, and the battalion commander doesn't have to worry about being blackfired."

"Haha, that makes so much sense - oops, what's on my feet?"

The soldier raised his feet and looked down, but heard a thud, and something suddenly jumped up on the ground, jumping to the height of his chest.

Before he could see what it was, there was a loud bang, and the thing exploded violently, and countless fragments flew everywhere, shooting into the bodies of him and his comrades around him.

This was Dewey's last surprise, the anti-infantry mines laid by the chicken thieves.

Explosions rang out one after another, and the rebel soldiers who rushed to the front fell to the ground like wheat that had been cut down.