105: Chapter 105 Reverse Reconnaissance: What's the cook up to?

Quickly, he checked the wound on his leg again.

Fortunately!

It was just a bullet graze, but since the wound was on his leg, it severely affected his mobility.

At this critical juncture, having impaired mobility was practically no different from seeking death.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and spent 100 points of military merit from the military merit shop to exchange for a rapid trauma recovery agent.

It pained his heart!

After injecting it, a rush of adrenaline surged through him, almost making him jump with excitement.

Soon, the wound on his leg began to change; the muscles actually started to squirm at a visible rate.

He believed it would heal before long.

Qin Feng moved slightly; his leg no longer hurt.

Only then did he turn his gaze back to that semi-finished drone, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"Let's just make do with it for now."

"From now on, I'll call you... 'ghost one'."

"Let's go, take me to see what those bastards are really up to."

He pulled out his military communicator from his bosom, but the screen was black.

There was no doubt that it had been interfered with by the EMP pulse from earlier.

Qin Feng directly used two wires he had pulled out from inside the drone and skillfully connected them to the motherboard a few times.

With a sizzle.

The communicator miraculously lit up.

What was displayed on the screen was no longer the monotonous communication interface, but a rudimentary control platform filled with various complex parameters.

The next second, the indicator light under the wing of the "ghost one" on the ground flickered with a ghostly blue light.

It had come to life.

"Buzz—"

"ghost one" wobbled as it lifted off vertically, like a drunkard who had had too much to drink.

But after reaching three meters off the ground, the fuselage shuddered violently and instantly regained its balance,

turning into a black bolt of lightning that silently merged into the deepest darkness before dawn.

Before Qin Feng's eyes, a brand-new ultra-wide-angle view, stitched together from three different camera angles, appeared in his mind.

This field of view was more than a notch better than the original "Hummingbird".

"Let me see what you Yang Country people are really up to."

Under his control, "ghost one" did not fly directly towards the Long Country border, but instead skimmed along the ground, following the route he had planned for his breakout, conducting a reverse reconnaissance.

The images flashed by rapidly.

Soon, Qin Feng's brows furrowed.

On both sides of a canyon that was a necessary passage about five kilometers ahead of him, the thermal imaging showed at least twenty heat sources quietly lurking in the crevices of the rocks.

Judging by their build and equipment silhouettes, they were Yang Country special forces.

They were like patient hunters, having opened a bag, just waiting for him, the rabbit, to run straight into it.

"ghost one" continued forward, and the view switched.

In another dune area ten kilometers away from the canyon, the situation was even more exaggerated.

A dozen or so Yang Country armored vehicles were arranged in a half-moon siege circle, with their dark cannon barrels and machine gun muzzles all aimed at the exit of the canyon.

Behind them, there were even two towed howitzers that had already adjusted their firing angles.

This was a double insurance policy.

Even if he were lucky enough to rush past the first ambush of special forces, he would absolutely not be able to escape the second death blockade line formed by armored vehicles and artillery.

"Good grief, they really went all out for just me." Qin Feng cursed inwardly.

He had no doubt that as soon as he showed his head, he would be greeted by overwhelming artillery fire that could blast him, along with his pot, into molecular states.

Returning the way he came, this route was blocked.

He had to find a way to send the intelligence out.

Qin Feng controlled "ghost one" and began to climb in altitude.

One hundred meters... five hundred meters... one thousand meters...

As the altitude increased, the interference in the images in his mind became stronger and stronger, starting to show static and distortion.

But when it climbed to an altitude of about 1,500 meters, the interference suddenly weakened.

There was a chance!

Qin Feng immediately turned the power of "ghost one"'s communication module to the maximum, abandoning complex voice and data transmission, and instead used the most primitive and effective method.

He converted a short message he had already edited into a rapid Morse code, and through a specific encrypted channel, frantically transmitted it towards the Long Country border.

"Beep... beep-beep... beep—"

[ Yangjiao Village. Discovered super-giant iron ore. Codename 'red giant'. Coordinates XXX, XXX. Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon is trapped, requesting support. Qin Feng. Over. ]

The message was short, but every word was worth its weight in gold.

He didn't know if this message could be received, but he had to do it.

This was Platoon Leader Long Zhan and his team's only hope.

After finishing all this, Qin Feng did not rush to have "ghost one" return.

His gaze fell on the area with the strongest signal interference on the map in his mind.

That place, about twenty kilometers away from Yangjiao Village, was an area marked as "Nameless Highland" on the map.

All the signal interference seemed to originate from there.

Qin Feng immediately became extremely interested in that area.

A trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

He controlled "ghost one" like a ghost assassin, using the thin clouds at high altitude to quietly sneak towards that Nameless Highland.

...

Yangjiao Village.

The sky was already dawning.

The battle had raged all night, and the offensive of the Yang Country army outside the village had gradually eased.

They seemed to know that a frontal assault wouldn't work, so they began to adopt a strategy of besieging without attacking.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan held his binoculars, his eyes red from exhaustion, his eyeballs covered in bloodshot veins.

He had been staring in the direction where Qin Feng had disappeared for the entire night.

From the initial drone encirclement, to the later drone infighting and crashing, and then to the complete silence later on. His heart was like a roller coaster, rising and falling.

"Platoon Leader, do you think... Chef, he didn't really get into trouble, did he?"

Tie Zhu leaned over, his voice filled with a trace of worry.

"Shut your crow's mouth!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan scolded irritably, but his heart grew heavier and heavier.

With no movement for so long, it was likely that things were looking grim.

Chen Mo leaned against the sandbags, silently wiping his sniper rifle, saying nothing.

But from his taut jawline, it could be seen that his heart was also far from calm.

Squad Leader Zhang Shan and his few soldiers were reinforcing the position, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Everyone knew full well that Qin Feng was their only hope.

If Qin Feng failed, the few of them would truly become turtles in a jar.

Just then, Platoon Leader Long Zhan's pupils constricted violently.

"Holy shit!" He couldn't help but curse.

"What's wrong, Platoon Leader? Are the enemies coming up again?" Tie Zhu grabbed his machine gun nervously.

"No... look..." Platoon Leader Long Zhan's voice was trembling as he pointed to the distant horizon.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

They saw that in the faint light of dawn, a familiar figure, carrying an even more familiar large black pot, was limping back towards the direction of Yangjiao Village.

It was Qin Feng!

He wasn't dead! He was still alive!

"Chef! It's Chef!" Tie Zhu was so excited he almost jumped up.

Everyone's face revealed the ecstasy of surviving a disaster.

But the next second, everyone's smiles froze on their faces.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's face turned even blacker than the bottom of a pot.

"This... this little bastard! What is he coming back for?! Is he looking to die?"