The reason why Zhao Yi was so arrogant to let Li Sifeng smash all the bombs was not because of how rich the bombs provided by the "director team" were, but because the reason why Mr. Zhao rarely came back was that the bombs carried by the F-35B this time were all from the products of modern times, except for a "Paveway" laser-guided bomb from modern times, and the other bombs were all saved by the rough embryos in the green paint area.

No matter how powerful and accurate these self-produced bombs are, at least in terms of quantity, it is enough, so it is no wonder that our Mr. Zhao has been a local tyrant.

However, Li Sifeng found that the progress of the Qing army's build-up on the ground was really not up to the standard of using bombs, to be precise, Li Sifeng did not find high-value targets worthy of using precision-guided bombs, and the aerial bombs that the rough embryos made up themselves were not accurate at all.

In the end, Li Sifeng found the Qing infantry cannons that survived the attack of Zhang Zhiqiu's 120 fires, and dropped those aerial bombs from this time and space on them. Although the power and accuracy of these aerial bombs were unsatisfactory, and Li Sifeng had no experience in dropping unguided bombs in the light curtain of the dome, although the artillery that the Qing army was transferring was frightened and suffered a lot of casualties, at least it did not cause the ammunition to detonate, and its artillery unit still preserved a lot of combat power.

However, this was not a successful air support, but it brought Zhang Zhiqiu and their small team with low morale like a booster. They didn't know that this F35-B was almost the only fighter in the green paint area that had the ability to quickly reach the Zibo area, and the most terrible thing was that it was still a fighter with abnormal engines! God knows the next time it can fly, it won't be until the Year of the Monkey.

"Quick, while the pigtails haven't recovered from the air raid, let's work harder to hide in the mountains." Zhang Zhiqiu said to the rest of the team members.

Although they were still carrying out the plan they had made to evacuate to the mountains, the mentality of these 25 people was completely different. The members of the team not only quickened the pace of movement, but also talked to each other about when the "Black Hawk" group that rescued them would appear, and whether there would be an aerial ammunition depot like the "Apache" to return to the town. In short, everyone believed that in a few hours, they would be resting comfortably in the warm tents at the base of the Green Paint District.

Zhang Zhiqiu was also optimistic that the Rangers in the Green Paint District would absolute and leave with them in a short period of time, but as a person who had served in the army, he knew that many people died in the first second before the rescue arrived, and he would never be unprepared because the rescue was imminent.

Occupying the terrain conducive to defense, finding a water source that can be drunk, building shelters, and collecting enough fuel to stay overnight, Zhang Zhiqiu implemented the plan he had made before and took people to implement them one by one.

Zhang Zhiqiu's pragmatism soon paid off, and a few hours later, the originally high-spirited traversers did not see the "Black Hawk" group they were expecting, and they did not even hear the slightest engine sound from the air.

The guys who were still clamoring to throw away the corn from the big granaries were all wilted after the sky got dark, and they easily knew that even if there was an existence like "Black Eagle", they would not dare to land in the mountains at night.

The bad news is not only this, they used one of the few good things given to them by the "director team" - a military telescope with night vision function, and found that the Qing army had assembled at the foot of the mountain not far from them. Moreover, the Qing army that was being assembled was also mixed with people wearing modern military uniforms, that is, the new army that Zhang Zhiqiu had encountered before.

"Will we survive the night?" Mokin, who was injured in his lower leg, began to release negative energy again.

"Don't make a fire, rely on this telescope with night vision, maybe there is a glimmer of life." Chen Fa'er has played some military games, and she hopes that this telescope with night vision can help them survive this disaster.

"It doesn't mean much, as soon as the fire is fired, our position is exposed. With only such a device with night vision function, we can't do it while fighting. And everyone has withdrawn here to reach the limit of their physical strength, and I am afraid that they will not have much strength if they want to run. Zhang Zhiqiu poured cold water on Chen Gong at an inopportune time.

"At least, the F-35B is so noisy that the pigtailed artillery does not appear in my field of vision." After discovering that he said something that would make morale instantly freeze, Zhang Zhiqiu hurriedly made up for it.

"Look, over there, there's a parachute floating down there!" Chen Tianjie pointed to a descending parachute not far away.

"It's almost dark and you're parachuting? And I didn't hear the engine of the plane, did I? It can't be a master, right!? Zhang Zhiqiu looked in the direction pointed by Chen Tianjie.

"Master? Just vote for one, what's the use of not being a crazy person like Rambo? Chen Fa'er said.

"Over there, there's also two parachutes going down." He Yiwei also spotted a parachute falling in two other directions.

Is the Green Paint Zone crazy? Send three Rambos to save us!? This is Zhang Zhiqiu complaining in his heart.

And at this time, Yan Feng, who was floating in the sky, was also complaining about whether the "director team" was crazy, you meowed the sky and let Lao Tzu parachute down, what the hell does this position so close to the other two parachutes mean? Is this the rhythm of landing killing?

"Paralyzed, it seems that this thirtieth chicken is a little hard to bite! There was no house on the ground, and they were thrown between two people. Yan Feng muttered.

Since it was too late to regain consciousness from the teleportation coma, Yan Feng's height no longer allowed him to adjust the landing location, and landing between the other two people was already a foregone conclusion. This situation is indeed not good news for a person who has experienced twenty-nine PUBG Battle Royale scenes in the light curtain of the dome.

"Damn, failure, hanging on a tree." Unlike in the game, in this scenario of fighting clones, your parachute may be hanging from a tree.

This accident and the situation of being too close to the landing point of the other two people were superimposed, like arsenic adding crane top red, and the blow to Yan Feng was simply devastating.

"Anyway, if it's hung up in the scene, it's not really a dead ball, right, will there be a reload?" As Yan Feng, who has eaten chicken twenty-nine times in a row, he can only comfort himself, although from the first day he entered the light curtain of the dome, the "director team" solemnly told him that a dead ball in the scene is a dead ball.

The consequences of hanging on the tree are very serious, the other two clones will find weapons before him, even a frying pan is deadly, as the so-called inch long and inch strong, Yan Feng is not sure that he has done a clone with a frying pan with his bare hands.

"It's getting dark, maybe I still have a chance, those two people won't be so lucky to touch the night vision device right away, there is not even a decent house around here! Anyway, it's not completely dark this day, where has the light curtain gone? Yan Feng said to himself while tossing the paracord.