Song Heping returned to the tent, Jiang Feng was still staring at the map.
"How about we purchase some anti-aircraft machine guns, deploy them nearby, and use them to build an air defense net to intercept UAVs."
"Don't bother with that."
Song Heping shook his head: "The flying altitude of the MQ-9 is beyond what anti-aircraft machine guns can intercept, even if you manage to get a 25mm anti-aircraft cannon, hitting it would still be difficult."
"If it's like this..."
Jiang Feng threw the pencil on the table, frustrated: "All we can do is wait for death? The peace of the past two days makes me think the CIA hasn't found us here yet, but this can't be hidden for long, they'll probably locate us in a few days, our time is running out..."
Song Heping said: "Stop thinking about it, Hunter and the others are roasting a whole sheep, go eat something with them, I'll head over later, no matter what you still have to eat, right?"
"You're really optimistic..."
