"No, captain, this is not a drill, people will be killed!" Homing Pigeon grabbed Zhou Yang, worried that the other party would act randomly. At this time, he did not care about the relationship between superiors and subordinates. "We'd better wait for the instructor's order."

"Ahem, why are you panicking? Don't worry, I can't take this risk even if I'm not sure!" Zhou Yang said angrily.

"If you don't believe it, let's do an experiment first." Zhou Yang continued.

"What test?" The pigeon behind the night vision goggles looked suspicious.

"Wait." After Zhou Yang finished speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and concentrated his breath to the extreme. Gradually, his breathing slowed down, and after a few seconds, the whole person was completely "gone"

breathe".

"Now use your thermal imager to point it at me and see what effect it has." At this time, Zhou Yang's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Things that ordinary people can't do are not a problem for him as a monk at all. There is no clever method. It is purely Zhou Yang who shrinks his spiritual power and assimilates his own temperature with the environment.

Hesitantly, the pigeon turned on the thermal imaging and looked at Zhou Yang. He looked like he had seen a ghost for a moment, because there was nothing on the imager at this time, and Zhou Yang was sitting next to him.

Such a situation almost made the pigeon wonder if there was something wrong with the imager he brought. He quickly reached for the imager Zhou Yang carried, but the result was still the same.

Each Dragon Tooth team member is equipped with a portable thermal imager for use in night operations in case of emergencies.

"How about it, can you still see me?" Zhou Yang spat out.

"Oh my god, captain, how did you do that?" The pigeon was immediately shocked. His previous thoughts were forgotten. Now he was sure that it was not the instrument that was the problem, but that the captain had changed his own temperature.

Specially trained Longya team members can also change their own temperature a little, but that is to reduce their own physical exertion, and it is impossible to be as thorough as Zhou Yang.

"Haha, don't forget, I am in the divine realm!" Zhou Yang rarely boasted in front of his team members.

"Now, can I get closer just by putting down the things I carry with me that contain the signal source?" Zhou Yang said, pointing in the direction of the jungle.

"Wait a minute, captain, it's best to tell the instructor that we can't make arbitrary decisions." Xing Ge looked tense and hurriedly contacted Chang Qingfeng, fearing that he wouldn't be able to stop Zhou Yang.

When Chang Qingfeng learned what happened here, he was also shocked. It would be great if Zhou Yang could really avoid the other party's monitoring.

The only worry is that Zhou Yang is inexperienced and something will go wrong.

After repeatedly telling Zhou Yang to be careful, Chang Qingfeng could only let him take the vanguard, but he agreed not to take action for the time being and to withdraw immediately after observing the opponent's layout and number of people.

"Everyone, stay close to the cordon and be ready to fight at any time!" Chang Qingfeng gave the order, and everyone slowly approached the distance measured by the homing pigeon.

In fact, Chang Qingfeng also knew that at a distance of two kilometers, if an accident happened to Zhou Yang, their chances of being able to provide support in time would be slim.

After Zhou Yang received the order, he immediately put down all his equipment, stepped into the battle lightly, and made sure there was nothing exposed on his body. After a few quick steps, he disappeared into the bushes.

The pigeon wanted to use the imager to observe the opponent's figure, but suddenly realized that doing so was in vain, and could only wait silently.

Zhou Yang has been holding his breath, suppressing his spiritual energy without leaking anything, and shuttles through the bushes like a phantom. With his current body skills, it is not difficult to make no noise.

Gradually, it got closer, and then got closer.

With his eyesight, he could almost clearly see the opponent's chariot. As long as he got closer, he could observe the specific number of people on the opponent's side.

Outskirts of the jungle.

Although Ramoga, as the supreme leader, issued a death order and everyone must not relax, after all, at this time, there was still some fatigue and relaxation.

In the command car, La Moga was helpless and took a few sips from time to time to refresh himself. "Damn it, why is there no news yet?" He had been waiting for nearly a day, and it was not a problem to spend so much time. He thought that he could wait for another hour at most.

If there is no order yet, he will lead the team and leave.

It's not that he is worried about threats from other countries or his own country, but the Chinese military. Although he has blocked all signals here, there is no guarantee that news from Longya has been transmitted back before.

Suddenly, the bell rang in the command room, and Lamoga hurriedly answered the call. A few seconds later, Lamoga's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly walked out of the command room.

"Everyone listen!"

"Everyone listen!"

"Everyone listen!"

"Use fire bees to bomb the jungle immediately and level the Migil Jungle! Quick! Quick! Quick! Get moving!" Ramoga roared.

News came from superiors that China has sent another team of dragon teeth. It is estimated that they are not far away. All Ramoga can do at this time is to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces!

Only by killing all the people in the jungle can we ensure that China cannot know their identities. What's more, if China comes back with a team of Dragon Fangs, and they cooperate with the team in the jungle, they will lose their skin even if they die!

The reputation of Longya is by no means touted, it is all explained by its achievements!

Fire Bee is the light missile carried by their army this time. There are forty missiles in total. If launched together, the bombing diameter of each missile is about one hundred meters. A salvo of forty missiles can definitely level the Migil Jungle.

"Five combat vehicles, one communication vehicle, one command vehicle, the number of people is one hundred and thirty-seven..." Not far away, Zhou Yang, who was lying in the bushes, silently recorded everything he observed, including the jungle.

The guards on the side can also be seen at a glance.

Just as he was preparing to retreat, Zhou Yang suddenly saw someone from the enemy getting off the command vehicle. After shouting and screaming, the enemy seemed to start to move.

"Huh? What are they going to do?" Zhou Yang was not in a hurry to leave, but quietly ambush and observe. He couldn't understand the other party's words, so he could only watch their actions.

I saw that the black leader who looked like a commander seemed to be arranging something. He watched the chariots start up, and in an instant, the outside of the jungle was brightly lit.

The five chariots spread out and distanced themselves from each other, and the guards at the edge of the jungle were also withdrawn by the black leader.

Then, in Zhou Yang's surprised eyes, he saw the missiles next to the heavy machine gun on the tank slowly moving under the control of the enemy soldiers.

Faintly pointing to the jungle!

No! They are planning to destroy the jungle and massacre the people inside!

Zhou Yang realized instantly, but at this moment, he was alone here, and he didn't bring any communication equipment, so he couldn't notify the rear at all.

There is nothing we can do, Lao Chang, it’s not that I don’t listen to orders!

Zhou Yang muttered silently in his heart, and began to make the secret with both hands. Two palm thunders with hidden power condensed in his palms.
Chapter completed!