Everyone turned their heads in the direction of the jungle to try to see the plane, but the high ground there blocked the view, and only the faint sound of the plane's engine could be heard.

"Make a fire! Burn the backpack! I need cigarettes! Wang Xingguo felt that this might be his last chance today, and he quickly asked Sherpa to empty his backpack, intending to burn his backpack and use cigarettes to attract the attention of the plane.

"It's the same today, I guess they're dead." The eyes of the radio communicator in the passenger seat were already sore, and they still didn't see anything, the island was as dead and lifeless.

"Let's fly one more lap and go back......" The pilot looked at the fuel gauge, the take-off was not smooth today, he encountered a headwind, and flying against the wind consumed a lot of fuel, he could only reduce the search time and hastily fly a few laps in the jungle, otherwise he would not be able to fly back.

The radio communicator had no objection to the pilot's proposal, he had participated in many flight rescue missions, and most of the time only the body could be found, so he did not talk about the distress in a sad tone.

The high risk of the expedition has already doomed them to death, as a search and rescue, more often than just to give some psychological comfort, they are just doing their job, from this point of view, no one can blame their indifference.

"Huh...... There's smoke over there? The moment the radio correspondent lowered his binoculars, he saw something strange in the sky.

"Smoke? Where? The pilot turned his head and followed the radio communicator's finger, but there was no sign of smoke in the clear blue sky.

"I should have read that right...... There was indeed a puff of black smoke at the edge of the telescope. The radio correspondent affirmed, raised the telescope again, and headed that side.

"Smoke! Fast! I need more smoke! Crussell heard the plane, too, but the damn plane flew over into the jungle! This place is located in a low place, and the black smoke that rises after the burning of the backpack is blown away by the wind before it reaches the air, and Krussell is a little anxious, so he takes off his clothes and throws himself into the fire.

"There's smoke, it's there...... But not much. The radio correspondent saw another puff of smoke, but it quickly dissipated in the wind.

"Let's go over and take a look......" The pilot looked at the fuel gauge and should be able to hold out for a while.

The desperate people finally saw a plane rise up on the other side of the mountain, the otter plane getting louder and louder from a small black dot, and the humming engine sound was like a heavenly sound.

"Hey! Hey! We're here...... We're ...... here" saw the plane, Crossell got excited, he took off his pants and threw them into the fire, he desperately burned the fireworks for help.

"OK, confirmed, 8 people...... All are alive. The radio correspondent saw them in the telescope and said, "But it looks like they're going through something, it's pretty embarrassing, hmm...... The radio did not respond, etc...... Someone is sending Morse code. ”

Wang Xingguo saw the plane flying straight in, knew that they had seen the fireworks for help, and now he wanted to get in touch with them, but the radio had been completely extinguished, and he held his hat in his left hand and the survival silk scarf in his right hand, and sent a flag signal to the plane.

"In distress...... Need...... Evacuate...... Urgent need...... Water...... Food...... Clothes...... Ammunition...... Radio ......" The radio correspondent looked at the signal sent by Wang Xingguo and read it out.

"Aren't they well supplied?" There was something strange about the pilot.

"It looks like they're all lost, and the hell knows what they've been through......" said the radio communicator.

Wang Xingguo saw the plane shake its wings a few times, which meant that he had understood.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do to these poor people......" The radio communicator lowered his binoculars, unbuckled his seatbelts, and got into the passenger compartment, where there were supplies that Xiao Ao had loaded, and they should have everything they needed.

"Attention...... Subsidence? What does that mean, do they still want us to land in this hellish place? The pilot muttered, this place is uneven, and there are many cone-shaped rocks, how can it be possible to land?

"We have a problem...... Big question......" said the radio communicator as he burrowed back into the cockpit and poked his head out.

"What's the problem?"

"We don't have a parachute! Supplies can only be dropped! The radio communicator lifted one of the driver's headphones and shouted in his ear.

Seaplanes are generally used for water rescue, in order to reduce weight, the supplies are packed in wooden boxes, even if they are thrown on the surface of the sea, the supplies will float, but if they are thrown on the hard ground, most of the supplies will be damaged.

"Damn, who let them get here!" The pilot scolded, but at this point, it was up to them how much they could pick up.

"I'll lower the height, and you throw things down." The pilot decided, he closed the throttle, opened the flaps, and reduced the altitude and speed of the plane as much as possible, about 20 meters from the ground, the plane began to enter the landing speed, and after a while the plane began to shake, which was a precursor to insufficient lift, the pilot looked at the speedometer, the plane was close to the edge of stall, and the pilot had to push the throttle stick slightly to supply fuel to the engine.

"You have to be quick! We're running out of gas. The pilot turned his head and shouted into the cabin.

"They're going to airdrop...... Spread out, spread out, indicate an airdrop line! Wang Xingguo shouted.

The plane was worried that the supplies would hit the expedition members on the ground, so instead of flying over their heads, the pilot found a place that looked relatively flat, and the radio communicator pushed the supplies of the first wooden box out of the hatch.

"No, no, no...... Don't leave it there......" Crussell cried out in pain, desperately waving at the plane to stop it, but the people on the plane did not understand his actions.

When the supplies loaded with the wooden crate hit the ground, the thin stratum was smashed into a large hole, and the precious supplies fell into the abyss.

When the radio correspondent found that the supplies were empty, most of the supplies on the plane were thrown down, but none of them were available to the ground expedition. How could the pilot see the situation behind him, he increased the throttle, pulled the plane up, and asked loudly: "Is everything alright?" ”

“NO…… Another problem, the big problem...... It looks like the supplies have all fallen into the hole. The radio communicator was a little confused, and when he poked his head out of the hatch to look, he saw only a neat series of holes in the ground, and everything he had just dropped was gone.

"What fell into the hole?" The pilot shouted that the PSR was about to arrive, the plane's fuel level was already in danger, and he could still be on the field at most once.

"The ground has collapsed...... The supplies all fell into the hole. The radio correspondent shouted.

"Damn...... What the hell is this place! The pilot cursed, and the PSR's warning light began to come on, and if it did, it would have to be back.

"How many supplies do we have? Drop them all, I need to lose weight! The pilot shouted into the cabin.

"Not much...... And a tank of water...... Clothes...... Food...... Not...... There are still quite a lot of ammunition and guns...... "the radio correspondent reported.

"Drop it all...... Find a solid place ......" The pilot piloted the plane in a circle, re-entering the field from the opposite direction.

Wang Xingguo saw the second time the plane passed the field, and at the same time shook the wings, which meant that the last time the plane was cleared, the plane was about to return, he quickly sent a signal to the plane, let him fly as low as possible at a low speed, and instructed him to a relatively solid ground to prepare for the recovery of materials.

"Damn...... How low can I fly? The pilot scolded secretly, but he still tried to keep the throttle as small as possible, and the plane staggered at an altitude of about ten meters, flying over according to the channel instructed by Wang Xingguo.

"Click!" The first wooden box fell to the ground and scattered, inside was water and food, the bottled mineral water could not withstand such an impact, the water bottle shattered, but at least it did not sink into the ground.

"Water! Water! Sharjah Jean saw the water and ran as if he was crazy, regardless of whether the ground would collapse or not.

The second box was some clothing, only a small amount of water, the clothing was not afraid of impact, but most of the water was lost in vain, and only two bottles of water remained.

"Alright...... All that's left is ammunition and guns. The radio correspondent muttered to himself, he saw that things had landed, and that they would be able to hold them up for at least a few days.

"Throw them all away...... I need to lose weight! The PSR light was flashing, alerting the pilot to the amount of fuel on the return flight, and the pilot shouted that he needed to count every tael of weight now.

The radio messenger threw away the bullets and guns, and in order to lose weight, the two inflatable kayaks that they did not need, and the pilot felt that the plane was much lighter, and he had no time to greet the expedition team on the ground, so he went straight to refuel, shook his wings and said goodbye to them, and hurried back.

Crussell and Sharjah Jean snatched most of the water and food, Sharjah Jean happily poured a bottle of water, and stuffed some food into his stomach, the soul that was about to leave the body finally settled, he swore that as long as he returned alive, he would never waste a drop of water and a mouthful of food, after Wang Xingguo commanded the plane to airdrop supplies, he and Xia Ruobing found the second box of supplies, most of the water had been consumed, they gave Mr. Min and Kerry water to drink, replenished a little electrolyte, Crussell and Sharjah Jean had already walked towards the box of guns and ammunition.

Sherpa and Chen Badai had taken care of Mr. Min and Kerry, and Krossel and Sharjah had rearmed.

Wang Xingguo and the others' kettles were almost empty, and there were still two bottles of water left in the supplies they found, which was far from enough for 6 people, although there was still some food left in Sherpa's backpack, but in the chaos just now, Crussell took the time to rob and take those foods for himself, and when everyone reunited, Wang Xingguo found himself in a very disadvantageous position.

Crussell and Sharjah Jean put on the dropped backpack, the backpack was water and food, Crussell regained a brand new M4 rifle at this time, and Sharjah Jean also took one in his hand, although most of the ammunition fell into the ground, but the ammunition they had on hand was still sufficient, more than ten times that of Wang Xingguo, Crussell drank enough water at this time, and was looking at Wang Xingguo with mocking eyes: "Wang Xingguo, I think now you are no longer the boss!" After speaking, he pointed his gun at Wang Xingguo and others like a demonstrator.

"Crusell, you're so unreasonable!" Mr. Min came back to his senses and shouted at Crusell.