Stedron looked at the armed militants writhing on the ground, his face trembling with anger.
"Carry the wounded brothers, and immediately follow me out of this forest!"
After a headcount, it turned out that just the recent minefield had injured more than a hundred, and killed dozens of armed militants.
The group set off on the road once again, far more cautious and careful than before.
In the shadows, Li Qian watched the slowly advancing people, a cold light flashing in her almond eyes.
At that moment, one of her teammates said eagerly, "Boss, they've entered our range!"
"Fire!"
Without any hesitation, Li Qian issued the command directly.
In an instant, more than twenty rockets whooshed into the sky, heading toward the designated forest.
In the woods, Stedron led his people, carrying the wounded and hurrying along.
Suddenly, one of them cried out in panic, "Damn it!"
"It's a rocket!"
"Bastards..."
Upon hearing this, Stedron looked up at the sky, nearly choking with fury.