Just at this moment, the radio from another command vehicle transmitted an urgent call from the airborne squadron sent out not long ago.

The squadron commander excitedly reported that they had deployed eight well-maintained armed helicopters which had successfully arrived more than a hundred kilometers away at Farmville Town, fully executing the previous order.

The survivor camp in Farmville Town was "ignited," and immense flames were devouring everything.

Upon hearing this news, Major General Borg's fury in his heart not only failed to calm but instead, like fire doused with gasoline, burned even more fiercely.

He clenched his teeth and roared angrily into the radio, "We command you to reload ammunition immediately upon return and head to Avoni Town, over two hundred kilometers away.

Completely flatten the lair of those yellow-skinned monkeys who dare to provoke us! I want not a single one left alive!"

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At this moment, the reconnaissance squad led by Zhou Qingfeng hadn't moved far from the chaotic battlefield. Like hunters lying in ambush, they quietly shifted several hundred meters, hiding in a new ruin.

However, their brief respite was quickly shattered.

On the opposite side, Major General Borg was evidently thoroughly enraged, with more "Jump 20" drones immediately dispatched for reconnaissance after retreating a short distance.

These buzzing black 'birds' circled tirelessly like vultures, scanning back and forth within a dozen kilometers around the battlefield, trying to locate the enemy audacious enough to provoke them.

Major General Borg was not foolish; he only needed to glance at the remnants left by the exploding suicide drones and compare them with the size of the seized fiber dispensers to understand.

The enemies hidden in the dark must be lurking within a ten kilometers area, and it's still possible to catch them as they couldn't have run far.

"President Zhou, there are many enemies, and they are continuously closing in. We must quickly find a way to retreat." As the vice-captain of the reconnaissance team, Jiang Menglong bore the important task of ensuring Zhou Qingfeng's safety.

"When necessary, I will immediately call in the waiting 'Holy Light I' to prioritize your safe transfer, President Zhou.

'Holy Light I' has formidable ground-skimming flight capability; the enemy's 'Avenger' air defense system can hardly threaten it."

Zhou Qingfeng merely rolled his eyes slightly upon hearing this, without saying much.

He knew clearly that even if he protested, it would be in vain, as other members of the reconnaissance squad would surely obey Old Jiang's orders. He had no choice but to focus his attention on the computer interface of the sound radar ahead.

This passive sound detection device often displays surprising effectiveness in complex battlefield environments, able to sharply identify a variety of distinct sound characteristics, like invisible ears on the battlefield.

With the deployment of more than two sound radars over distance, it not only can warn of enemy approaches in advance but can also roughly estimate the enemy's position and type according to the propagation characteristics of sound.

Suddenly, a red warning icon on the computer screen flashed fiercely.

The sound radar clearly detected a substantial number of helicopters swiftly approaching, the engine roar like rumbling thunder, particularly harsh in the silent post-apocalyptic wilderness.

Every member of the reconnaissance team turned extremely grim - the enemy could easily deploy superior ground forces for web-like capture and pair with helicopters for rapid maneuvering and aerial suppression.

This small unit, with relatively simple equipment and few numbers, is likely to be trapped in a terminal predicament with no escape route above or below.

"The enemy helicopters aren't coming at us directly." Experienced Jiang Menglong glanced at the flight trajectory provided by the sound radar, "They're coming from the direction of Farmville Town."

Farmville Town only had a small private aircraft 'Beech,' and they could never have such a number of military helicopters.

In other words... An ominous foreboding surged like cold tide into everyone's heart.

Zhou Qingfeng slowly raised his head from behind the hidden broken ruins, his sharp gaze piercing through the dust-filled sky, carefully observing the increasingly close helicopter shapes.

As he clearly identified the temporary launch pads for ground rockets mounted on either side of the helicopters, he said in a low and chill voice, "Farmville Town...finished. Next, it's our turn."

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