Earlier, when Li Bingheng was in Yantai and the people who crossed the crowd to play a disgusting trick that would not be dispersed, the Provisional Executive Committee had already moved the idea of beheading this top military and political leader in the Manchu and Shandong regions. An indigenous Marine Corps was soon sent to Jinan to carry out reconnaissance missions, and with the help of maps of the Shandong region that had been captured by the crowd and topographic maps issued by the "director's team" to guide the Tomahawk cruise missiles, the staff officers of the Green Paint District mapped out two evacuation routes for the trapped personnel in the Zibo area.

However, when Xiao Fei took this semi-mechanized team on the way back to the green paint area, he really realized what it means to be "talking on paper"! Let's not talk about the fact that the bridges of this era can't withstand the huge body of nearly 70 tons of "Merkava 4", and even the roadbed of many so-called official roads can't bear the weight of this steel giant!

"All on alert! Move Z4 to the front of the line, and N3 is crushing the roadbed again! This is the third time that Xiao Fei has stopped the team, and the current former debt collector is not confident about whether the team will arrive at the planned camp on time.

Of course, the German-made high-power diesel engine on the "Merkava 4" can easily pass through the collapsed road, but the ox carts in the middle of the team loaded with equipment donated by the "director team" obviously can't get through these big potholes.

"Old Xiao, you see that there is also an open field over there that is suitable as a landing ground, let's camp here today, and then we will carry out the retreat plan after all this equipment is airlifted back." Now this marching speed is a waste of fuel, and the staff officers in the Green Paint Zone still underestimate the impact of the bad road conditions of this era on armored units. Kong Heng said to Xiao Fei.

"I also have this idea, report to the green paint area! Originally, it was very unreliable to rely on air transport to deliver oil, and we were actually asked to take these baby bumps all the way to Yantai, their plane was shortened, in case the Lord suddenly came to smash these precious things with a cold cannon, who can afford this responsibility? Xiao Fei said.

After receiving Xiao Fei's request, Lu Xiangyang quickly gave an affirmative reply, so this semi-mechanized force, which went deep behind the enemy line, temporarily stopped turning in the direction of Jinan. This also made Yan Feng in the chicken-eating umbrella descending trio miss out on the green paint area once again.

Compared with those who gathered together, the days of Yan Feng who were alone were much harder. In the four days since he was teleported, he has only eaten three squirrels and one vole, and because he does not dare to light a fire at night to keep warm, the plummeting temperature at night has seriously affected his sleep quality. Hunger-induced hypoglycemia makes him irritable and irritable, and severe sleep deprivation makes him sluggish, all of which affect his inappropriate judgment of the current situation.

At this time, Yan Feng still stubbornly thought that this was still a "battle royale" that happened in the dome light curtain, and the reason why he didn't see the bowl-like light curtain as before was because the scene was too big this time.

Based on the above analysis, Yan Feng took it for granted that entering a larger scene meant meeting more participants, so even if he was on the way to Jinan, even if he encountered more people, he would take refuge in the woods.

Originally, Yan Feng saw that the Qing army that had dug up the equipment that Zhang Zhiqiu and they had hidden was moving in the direction of Jinan, and at that time he expected that the center of the "shrinking circle" must be in the direction of Jinan.

However, as the military conflict between Zhang Zhiqiu and the Qing army continued to escalate, Yan Feng found that a large number of Qing troops were moving towards the Zibo area, and for a while he himself wondered if his previous judgment had been wrong. However, as his physical condition became worse and worse, Yan Feng found that it was difficult for him to find the beast path trap in the woods, and he began to realize that his observation and judgment were constantly declining with the deterioration of his physical state, and he could only stick to the judgment he had made when he was thinking clearly.

In fact, if Xiao Fei and the others continued to advance as originally planned instead of stopping and camping, they would definitely catch up with Yan Feng with their marching speed, after all, Xiao Fei had plenty of food and armored vehicles to travel. And once the new army of the Manchu adults stopped Xiao Fei and them, the sound of gunfire and artillery would definitely attract Yan Feng's attention. However, assumptions are assumptions after all, Yan Feng still went farther and farther on the road to the dark.

This morning, Yan Feng checked the five condoms he had placed yesterday evening, and he didn't even catch a single hair that had been forgotten by Lady Luck. In fact, as he gets closer to Jinan and human activity becomes more frequent, it is only natural that the number of wild animals will also decrease.

Yan Feng has watched many survival programs, and when the gods in them emphasize the importance of water, they will inevitably mention that humans can live for about 7 to 14 days without food. Now that he had finally figured it out, it was clear that the great gods were referring to the fact that humans could endure 7 to 14 days in a relatively peaceful state.

Judging from the situation he is now facing because he is in a hurry to "run in circles" and is ready to shoot people with guns at any time, he obviously can't survive the human limit of 14 days. Even if there were some squirrel meat and voles to pad his stomach before, but on the sixth day after being teleported, Yan Feng felt that he had reached his limit, if he didn't get enough calories, he really didn't have to worry about others holding guns to scare him, and he might fall to the ground because of hunger every minute.

Having to venture out of the woodline to loot the house for supplies, Yan Feng decided to go out and fight while he still had some strength, although indoor close-range gunfights were not his forte, and the guy in his hand was not suitable for fighting in a small space, but he had no choice.

"You can't go to the small village over there, and the more supplies you have, the more people you have to rob. Well, there's a lonely chapel on the other side of the grove, so you can gamble on it! I could still squat in the woods and wait until it got dark, well, that's it! Yan Feng, who was already a little nervous from hunger, said to himself.

Through daytime observation, Yan Feng found that those "clones" with pigtails did not like to be near the small church very much, whether they were armed or unarmed, they preferred to stay away from the church.

"Phew, even if it's a haunted church, I'll have to take a gamble." In the evening, when the light was already dark enough, Yan Feng left the grove and walked towards the chapel with a bow.

The windows of the chapel were all open above the people's heads, and it was impossible for Yan Feng to climb in through the windows with his current physical strength, so he could only climb over the fence and enter the chapel through the back door.

"Oh! Praise the Lord that you have finally come! Yan Feng, who entered the church, was a little overwhelmed by a German-speaking priest.

"Please forgive me for my rudeness, I am so excited to see you, you know that I am under great pressure to take in those poor people who have sworn allegiance to the royal family of the Great Song Dynasty, and you must have seen it on the way here, the Qing army is already under martial law around here." After seeing Yan Feng's expression of not knowing what you were talking about, the somewhat balding white priest said in a twisted-sounding Shandong dialect.

What's going on? This strange old man can't be the person in the green paint area mentioned by the "director team" in the mobile phone text message, right? Fuck, other people's teammates aren't the same, but you've matched me with this one too much, right? How can this Nima eat chicken with an old man?

"You don't think I'm doing well right now, can you give me some food and hot water?" Don't think about eating chicken or not, this will Yan Feng think about eating some worries first.

"Oh, I was negligent, you must have gone through a lot of difficulties when you came here from Yantai, so I'm going to prepare food for you. How about grilled sausages? Would you like some wine? The white pastor said.

Oh, your uncle, they're all teammates who parachuted, why are you so good? I'll put up with the grilled sausages, you still have wine! Hearing what the white pastor said, Yan Feng really felt that he must have offended the "director team" somewhere!

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