Scientists once did an experiment in which three people walked 10 kilometers in the same direction at the same starting point on a dark night, without any communication in the process.

After the experiment, it was found that the distance between the three people was more than 5 kilometers.

10,000 meters in the air is equivalent to 10 kilometers erected, and the situation is even more complicated, even if there is a difference of more than 10 or 20 kilometers in the end, it is completely normal.

A few seconds before he landed, Xingfeng looked at the surrounding sky by moonlight, and found no trace of any teammates, plus there was no high-end goods like "GPS satellite communication", where other people went, which pimple corner would fall, Xingfeng had no clue at all.

However, before the parachute jump, Katu, the temporary person in charge, had already agreed with everyone on the time and place of the gathering, and Xing Feng was not too anxious.

Checking the environment of the landing site, determining his location, and planning a route to the meeting point as soon as possible are his most important tasks at the moment.

By the dim moonlight, Xingfeng could tell that his landing site was at the edge of the woods, about 1 kilometer ahead, and there were many pale yellow lights.

"My current location, which should be on the outskirts of a small village, is 45 kilometers away from the meeting point in a straight line, and it is now 8:26 p.m., and there are less than 17 hours left.

Putting away the GPS in his hand, his eyes touched the backpack with a weapon tied to his chest, "Wearing this outfit and carrying so many weapons, it is too conspicuous, it seems that ...... You'll also have to get some local clothes to disguise yourself. ”

After drawing up the preliminary plan of action, the criminal wind no longer hesitated and immediately began to take action.

Put away the umbrella bag and hide it in the nearby woods, change the backpack hanging on his chest behind him, pull out the pistol with a muffler from his waist with his right hand, take out a spotlight flashlight from his left hand satchel, and sneak to the village ahead.

Coming to the side of the road outside the village, Xing Feng looked down at the dirt road for a moment, and quickly chose a direction and walked forward quickly.

If you don't know who owns the car, the best thing to do is to look at the wheel prints on the road and follow the trails to look ahead.

This method, one of the "tracking techniques", is especially effective on this kind of dirt road!

After walking for about five minutes, avoiding two waves of "nocturnal wanderers" of curry villagers, Xingfeng finally came to the outside of a walled brick house.

There was no car inside, only a three-wheeled motorcycle with a canopy in the back, which looked less than fifty percent new and a little shabby.

"The road in this broken place is narrow and rotten, and it's just this kind of three-wheeled running, if you don't look for it, it's you."

Xing Feng made up his mind and quietly climbed towards the wall.

At this moment, a dark shadow burst out of the corner.

"Woo-......"

"Chirp!"

The silencer pistol rang out softly, and with one shot it exploded the dog's head, dragging the dog's corpse out of the middle of the fence and throwing it around the corner.

"Fortunately, this is a biting dog, and if it is a dog that does not bite, it will be a bit troublesome to deal with."

Xing Feng muttered happily, supported his hands, and easily flipped into the courtyard, found a dark corner, and waited quietly.

The family hasn't slept yet, and if they go to get the car at this time, it will definitely alarm them and cause unnecessary trouble.

More than five hours passed, and the time came to two o'clock in the evening, and the whole village was lit up less than one ten, and gradually fell into calm.

Xing Feng, who was hidden in the corner, quietly walked out to the courtyard gate, and took a few clothes from the drying rack in the courtyard and put them on the tricycle.

I opened the unlocked wooden courtyard door, hung the three-wheeled motorcycle in neutral, slowly pushed it out of the door, and did not rush to start, but continued to walk along the road to the outside of the village.

The whole operation was silent, did not alarm anyone, and smoothly came to a distance of five or six hundred meters, pulled out the ignition wire and twisted together.

"Click, click, tick, toot......"

The engine was started with both feet, and the performance of the car was okay.

"There's only 11 hours left, which isn't very much, and I hope there's nothing wrong with it."

The torture wind was secretly condensed, the throttle of his right hand was tightened, and the three-wheeled motorcycle that had just arrived in his hand staggered along the dirt road and drove into the distance.

At this time, the other four members of the "Curry-eating" operation also used their own means to get the necessary transportation and quickly rushed to the established assembly coordinates.

If the helicopter is not detected, this distance can be completely saved and directly airdropped to the designated location.

However, plans can never keep up with change, and variables are unpredictable!

After a long journey until dawn, the three-wheeled bike finally broke away from the dirt road in the countryside and onto a flat concrete road.

During the day, the sight is relatively good, and there are many people on the road, so in order not to reveal his identity, Xingfeng did not go directly on the road.

Instead, he covered the rucksack with a set of clothes and put it in the back compartment, then put on a set of curry costumes outside the clothes, and even covered his head and face with a cloth before starting to drive again.

No matter what country or region, people with guns on their bodies can always become "concentrators", if you see Xingfeng, a mobile arsenal with 4 guns, don't think about it, the phone of the police station will be blown up in less than five minutes.

The straight-line distance is only 45 kilometers, and in the curry country, which is an extremely underdeveloped country, it is difficult to run more than 150 kilometers.

After nearly 9 hours, I walked through an "urban area" that resembled the center of a Chinese township, and finally returned to the dirt road again.

At 11:30 p.m., less than 7 kilometers away from the designated location, this section of the road is a mountain road, and there is no way to drive.

Xingfeng put his backpack back on, ripped off the fuel hose under the tank, took out a cigarette and lit it, placed it on the downhill slope where the gasoline flowed, and turned around and ran briskly into the woods.

The most effective way is to destroy objects with uncertain factors and set up a "simple delayed detonation device".

As for throwing a lighter or throwing a cigarette butt or something in the movie, it's just for the sake of visual effects, and in reality, if you play like this, you will generally be blown up into a fool.

The killing distance of a tank of gasoline explosion is not only when you throw a cigarette butt, but also a few meters away.

In the blink of an eye, more than 30 seconds passed, and with a loud "bang", the three-wheeled motorcycle that completed the "transportation task" instantly turned into a sea of fire.

Carrying a backpack of more than 100 pounds and running 7 kilometers in an hour and a half seems difficult, but it is not a problem at all for the former special forces who have undergone weight training and have a system endurance assessment of more than 40 years.

In today's world where high technology is king, the individual soldier system of the special forces of various countries is generally more than 40 kilograms.

TAKE THE "SEAL" SEAL TEAM AS AN EXAMPLE, A FULLY LOADED INDIVIDUAL COMBAT SYSTEM CAN WEIGH UP TO 55KG.

This is the importance of a soldier's load capacity in modern warfare!

At 12:30, Hu Xiaodao rushed to the No. 1 location marked on the action map, a low-lying area of mountains and forests, which was the location where everyone agreed to gather, and Xing Feng belonged to the second team member to arrive.

"The last skydive, the first to arrive?"

Looking at the "veteran" Rusfu who was at ease in front of him, carrying canned meat with a dagger, to be honest, Xing Feng was a little shocked in his heart.

What made him even more speechless was that under the big ass of this cargo, there was an all-terrain six-wheel drive mountain bike.

Many people have never heard of this thing, but in this poor curry country, can there be??