The small grocery store built of wooden planks is not very large, no more than 4 meters long, about 3 meters high, and there is a piece of oilcloth of more than ten square meters outside, which is used to shade the sun and protect from the rain.

It was this collapsed tarpaulin that covered the entire Great Wall pickup, so that Xing Feng could not judge the life and death of the Red Turban Army on the carriage.

A long and short passage of more than ten seconds!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......"

The planks on the cart were pushed away, and the blue tarpaulin began to bulge from the middle, and the sound of the rope passed.

"Damn, how did you bastard get to the car, are you blind?"

A red-turbaned soldier with a bloody head and an angry expression jumped out of the car with an oilcloth and staggered to the front of the car.

"Sure enough, it was about the same as expected, but I suffered some skin trauma."

Xing Feng looked at the Red Turban Army coldly, and took aim with his rifle again.

As for the Red Turban Army, it looked like they didn't hear any gunshots, which was completely expected by the torture wind.

The sound of the high plane firing is very loud, and the torture wind is deeply experienced, usually after a bullet box is fired, both ears will buzz, and the hearing will be greatly reduced.

And the shells piled up under this double-barreled high-altitude machine are covered with a thick layer on the carriage, not to mention four or five groups of bullet boxes, and more than 1,000 rounds of high-altitude bullets.

After firing for so long, there was no doubt that both ears would be semi-deaf, coupled with the grinding sound of the tires drifting, and the violent roar of the engine.

The Red Turban Army mistakenly thought it was a driver, and it was reasonable that he failed to drift and hit the wall.

"Bang~snort!"

The bullet from the second floor in front of it reached the target in an instant, easily piercing the forehead.

It produced a "cavity effect" in the skull of the Red Turban Army, rolling and blowing the entire back of the head out.

All kinds of red and white, like a nozzle spitting, sprayed seven or eight meters behind him.

At this moment, 200 meters away on the left, a team of red turban troops appeared, seemingly ready to come and check.

Swish~

Seeing the Red Turban Army in the distance, Xing Feng jumped out of the window on the second floor with one hand.

"Tom~"

With a height of more than two meters, a heavy backpack, and the weight of Xingfeng, he directly stepped on a large piece of the roof of the car downstairs.

Before coming to the Great Wall pickup, Xing Feng didn't pay attention to the wooden oilcloth pressed on the car, and went directly to the front of the car to open the door and tear off the red turban army who was shot in the head.

"Bang!"

Sit in the cab and close the doors, check the instrument panel roughly, and put in neutral to restart the ignition.

"Hum ~ Boom Boom Boom Boom ......Boom T

The second ignition was successful, Xingfeng hung up a gear, slowly started the pickup, and pulled the body out of the wooden debris.

Detaching at a slow speed reduces the noise and will not be heard by the Red Turbans 200 meters away.

"Silk—smack!"

The last bit of tarpaulin slid out, and the pickup was back in the middle of the road.

The wind pressed down on the throttle slightly, and the pickup truck began to accelerate, and after entering 10 kilometers, it switched to 2nd gear and continued to move forward.

The whole process of the engine roared violently, with only a minimal degree of vibration, silent.

When it entered third gear, the pickup truck had left the corner for nearly two hundred meters, drove into a pre-set route, and quickly disappeared into this street.

Corner position, calm again!

If it weren't for the two red turban soldiers who were shot in the head lying on the ground, no one would have thought that there was a violent "car robbery incident" just now at this corner.

……

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the battle on the other side of Zumar City was still hot, and there were not too many Red Turban soldiers in this urban area controlled by the Red Turban Army.

Due to the cover of night, the cab could not be seen clearly outside, and the red turban soldiers encountered on the road did not go to check the pickup.

There were even a few excited "self-hilarious" red turban soldiers, whistling at the pickup truck on the side of the road, shouting that they wanted to join the team and play with the "meat grinder" on the car.

However, they roared and roared, but they didn't dare to stop it, after all, in the Red Turban Army, the people who can control the big killing weapon are not something that they cannon fodder can provoke.

8:50 a.m.!

There was no danger all the way, passing through the small half of the city, and arriving at the punishment wind on the main road outside the city, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

During this time on the battlefield of Zumar, whether it was a seemingly easy "headshot game", a comfortable escort of Leng Feng all the way, or the last crazy money.

The nerves in Xingfeng's body, and even the tendon cells, have not relaxed even the slightest.

Maintaining this high-intensity combat state is an extremely physical and mental thing, and if you want to recover and solve it as soon as possible, there is no other way but to let go of your stomach and eat!

Food is as important to soldiers as fuel is to vehicles and ammunition is to weapons.

The U.S. military, which has always been picky about military rations, has this statement on their packaging: "Restricting food types and nutrients can lead to rapid weight loss, which can lead to loss of strength, stamina, motivation, and mental alertness." ”

From this short description, it is clear how important food has an impact on a soldier's fighting ability.

To put it simply, if you want to replenish water, energy, and nutrition to your body, you can only eat through a variety of foods.

"Canned braised pork, so nostalgic taste, it's a pity...... It's really greasy without heating. ”

"Canned braised beef, the taste is okay, it's sweet and silky, if you cook it with a few millet peppers, it should be very refreshing."

"Self-heating rations for individual soldiers, dehydrated pickle fried rice, yo, and ham, not to lose the embassy's stock."

Xing Feng drove the pickup truck all the way, eating the food brought out by the individual soldiers from the embassy, and commented from time to time, full of long-lost nostalgia.

If nothing else, tomorrow at noon we will arrive at the "St. Fran Hospital", where there is enough food.

I haven't eaten well in the past two days, so I don't have so many scruples, except for two packs of spare and unpalatable compressed biscuits, all the other rations are all in my stomach.

By the way, it should also be used to reduce the weight of a backpack full of gold jewelry.

"Now that four tasks have been completed, there are still three to open the system space, and then it will be comfortable."

Xing Feng glanced at the tactical backpack in the passenger seat, which was full of fifty or sixty pounds, and showed an expectant smile.

The pickup truck had enough fuel to run to the town of Sankuga in one go, but after four hours of driving, Xingfeng stopped on the side of the road.

Under the illumination of the high beams, a cement bridge more than ten meters long appeared in front, and at the position of the bridgehead, there was an intersection.

Xingfeng took out the "AGM X2" mobile phone from his pocket, opened the direction positioning software, and then took out the map found in Zumar for careful identification.

Although the AGM X2 phone is equipped with map software, it does not have a navigation of the country, and more importantly, many of the paths are not detailed.

In comparison, it is still much more reliable than paper maps.