Unlike Yu Hu and Chen Ze, who already clearly understood the fact that they had crossed over, Yan Feng also thought that he was in a "Battle Royale" simulation scene that had changed the mode. Before Yu Hu shot a black gun at the Qing army transport team, Yan Feng had already shot a scalper pulling a cart from the Qing army transport team. The Austrian Charmanli rifle, which uses black powder as the propellant, shoots at long distances at night and has the same probability of hitting the target as if it were winning a lottery ticket. However, Yan Feng was very sure that these pigtail "clones" who had formed a team must have learned the scope and trend of the shrinking circle, so although he knew that the hit rate was very low, he decided to shoot to slow down the progress of the pigtails to Jinan Mansion with the equipment they had opened, so that he could fish in troubled waters when shrinking the circle.

Maybe it was because of the decay of the day, Yan Feng's luck finally bottomed out in the middle of the night. During his third blind cat kill-in-the-mouse shooting, a scalper of the Qing convoy was unfortunately hit in the abdomen. The cow finally breathed after struggling for half an hour, and Yan Feng, who was observing the movements of the Qing army in the dark, was thinking about how when the braids left the beast, which had returned to heaven, they would go forward to cut some beef or make some internal organs that could provide a lot of energy and vitamins, such as the liver and heart.

However, the Qing army decisively moved the metal box on the ox cart that had died pulling the cart to the other two ox carts, and made room to carry the ox that was shot by Yan Feng.

It was the end of the Qing Dynasty, and cattle were still the most important labor livestock in agricultural production in this agricultural country, and beef was still a relatively expensive meat, especially for those soldiers of the patrol battalion who were forced to do so.

This result made Yan Feng very painful, and it took luck to rely on collecting wild vegetables and wild fruits and catching small animals to satisfy his stomach, especially when the Dharma sword was hanging over his head. It's not a battle royale game on the computer, after all, you can't just press a key on the keyboard to run or jump. As long as there is less water, food, and necessary sleep, you will be doomed without someone else killing you.

So when the beef and offal, which Yan Feng thought were about to reach his mouth, were carried to the ox cart by the braids, the girl immediately became irritable. Having food at his fingertips means he will have more time to run laps and rest, which is crucial for being the last survivor.

In line with the idea that you won't let me feel comfortable and Lao Tzu won't make you feel better, even if there are not many bullets in his hand and the Shamanli rifle has a painfully low hit rate at night, Yan Feng still followed the Qing army's transport team all the way and waited for an opportunity to shoot black guns.

"It's like the voice of AK47, and there are people who have opened good things to join the meat grab, are these people on the same team as me? Or is there another team joining the melee? Is it so hard to eat a piece of beef? Yan Feng muttered quietly.

Yu Hu's ammunition is far more than Yan Feng, who just looted the corpse of a Qing army, and there is an extra night vision binoculars comparable to a plug-in in his hand, Ya still has no intention of stopping after the Qing army has extinguished the torches, and the trick of shooting and changing places is still continuing.

"Damn, let's run and shrink the circle first, this beef seems to be a little difficult to bite." Seeing that the sky was already slightly bright, Yan Feng planned to give up his plan to eat beef, and planned to stop entangling with the pigtails and the guy who used the suspected AK47 automatic rifle.

Yan Feng's decision made the timetable for his rendezvous with his teammates in the green paint area be pushed back for a long time, and in the near future, the situation in Shandong was stirred up under the guidance of Ya's standard "Battle Royale" idea.

The sky finally showed the white belly of the fish, and Yu Hu, who had no cover for night, finally stopped. At this time, the Qing army, which had lost two cart cattle, no longer dared to expect to eat beef, if it weren't for the iron box on the ox cart not being delivered to Jinan Mansion, they would definitely lose their heads, I am afraid that the braids of these patrol battalions would have collapsed long ago.

Using an ox cart to carry Zhang Zhiqiu's hidden equipment was obviously extremely difficult for a scalper, and the Qing army had to allocate a part of the manpower to push the ox cart, and the speed of the entire team finally fell into the rhythm of Yu Hu's design.

Yu Hu, who was lying on the ground waiting for reinforcements from the Green Paint Zone, was thinking about how to identify friend or foe when the air support from the Green Paint Zone arrived. If it was a paratrooper or an "Apache" that could hover in advance, it should not be too difficult to distinguish friend from foe, after all, the outfits on him and Chen Ze were still very different from those of the Qing army. The most feared thing is that the guys who come to the F-16 and F-35B to slash at high speed, once there is a mistake in the identification of friend or foe, those things hanging under the wings of these guys can turn them into meat in minutes!

"I'm rubbing, have the ground troops in the Green Paint Zone arrived in advance?" As the owner of stopping cars on the road for a long time to rob and trade, Chen Ze, who was lying on the ground, was not generally sensitive to the vibration from the vehicle.

"No, this tremor doesn't feel like a light vehicle!" Yu Hu is also a guy who is good at this.

At this time, Yu Hu's face on the ground could already clearly feel the sand on the ground rushing towards his face. Obviously, the amplitude of the sand and gravel vibration was not caused by the vehicles they had encountered during the previous road raids.

"Tank!? How big is the plane that can throw tanks, why don't you hear the slightest sound of the plane's engine? Due to the obstruction of his view from lying in the bushes, although the vibration from the ground became more and more obvious, Chen Ze still could not see the source of the tremor.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Soon a sparse burst of gunfire came from the direction of the Qing army, followed by a burst of white smoke peculiar to the incomplete burning of black powder.

"Damn, the braids are so kind, using a rifle to provoke the tank? Don't be so involved in our vote being blown up! At this time, Yu Hu was already sure that the shaking should be caused by the tank airdropped in the green paint area.

The braids of the Qing army patrol battalion are planted? Inexistent. Shooting at a tank is more of an instinctive reaction than the fearless stupidity of the ignorant. Yu Hu's worries are also justified, the armored units that can be smashed off large transport planes are generally not known for their protection, but the round-headed lead bullet is more than enough, but who can guarantee that the commander will not treat the pile of packed equipment on the ox cart as a large IED?

There is no need for a large-caliber gun like a main battle tank, even if it is a small parachute tank or an infantry tank, the machine gun is enough to turn the pile of "artifacts" on the ox cart into parts in seconds, and when the time comes, Yu Hu Chen Ze's efforts this night will be in vain.

"Reloader, quick! There is a suspicious IED object in front! "For the sudden head-on encounter with the Qing army transport team, the tank is also a scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping.

"What kind of ammunition do I have?" The loader asked the gunner, who was in a hurry to fire.

"Whatever! Driver brakes! Reversing, we're too close to that IED! The captain shouted.

"Commander, why can't you shoot them with a coaxial machine gun!? What if they detonate in a while!? The driver also shouted nervously.

"N3, what's the situation, stop reversing, you're going to hit us, uncle!" The radio channel left the call of the rear armored vehicles.

"You're reversing fast, there's an IED in front!" The tank commander, codenamed N3, remembered to inform the armored repair vehicle that was following him.