It took a while for Ding Jing to elaborate on the obtained information together with the three people.

This will greatly change their next plan.

"According to my observation, basically more than half of the village are all their people."

At the beginning of Ding Jing's sentence, the three realized that the plan had changed.

"what happened?"

Originally pondering how to fool a roasted sweet potato in northern Jiangsu, she was suddenly attracted by her intelligence.

"I don't know, what information should I get, strengthen the prevention." Ding Jing shrugged.

Because Ding Jing was too bored and wanted to find something to do for himself, he thought about going there. Unexpectedly, she was really found the location, and felt strange.

The place she chose has a good view, and you can see where the target building is at a glance. She wanted to look at the building structure and the people she was in, but she saw that many people living around were free to enter and leave their building. Although they were dressed as villagers, they were obviously far away from the real villagers, and one by one. They all have weapons on them, and guns and ammunition are indispensable.

So Ding Jing left a little thought.

After observing for an hour or two, she estimated that half of the village belonged to them.

There are more than forty or fifty people.

"If it's an assassination, I think I can try it." Ding Jing concluded, "Just a few of us rushed directly up, and the odds are not big."

In fact, this proportion of the population is not entirely without chance.

However, this depends on the occasion.

It is most appropriate to assassinate this kind of building area. If it is on the hard bar, they will have an accident out of ten.

Of course, if it is placed in the jungle, the situation is different.

With rich jungle combat experience, and enough equipment, several of them can fight with this group of people.

But it is completely impossible to let these people go up the mountain and play jungle battles with them.

"How to do?"

North Jiangsu turned his head and looked at Mo Shangyun.

Bu Yirong glanced subconsciously at the visible wooden house on the mountainside.

——Yan Tianxing is there.

They have followed the instructions of the captain and have developed a habit.

"According to our original thinking, sneaking in should not work." Ding Jingdao said, "I think they still have shift whistle."

His eyebrows were tightened slightly, and after a moment of thinking on the ink, he asked Ding Jing, "Are there any traces of black eagles found?"

there's always a solution to any problem.

She was not very worried.

What's more, two sniper rifles and two excellent snipers, standing on the mountain, are bound to kill a group of people, enough to make the other party lose blood.

After all, they have no clear instructions.

However, after all, there are old and new accounts, and it is difficult to let go of the thought of Yan Tianxing's past. Naturally, she wants to do more.

"I don't know, I didn't pay attention." Ding Jing said bluntly.

She thought about observing the situation they would encounter, collecting as much information as possible, and never thought about the situation of the Black Hawk.

Does the ghost know that the Blackhawks were invited by the S regiment to rescue, or do they want to reach a certain cooperation with the S regiment?

In her view, the possibility of Blackhawks trying to kill S group is actually very low.

Who doesn't love money?

The current den of the S group, carried on for a long time, the profit is so scary.

A piece of fat is greedy when people look at it.

If Blackhawks can really cooperate with the S group, I don't know how much money they can get.

"Let's go to observe the situation at night." Mo Shangyun moved his shoulders a moment, and said unhurriedly.

No pressure, no need to worry too much.

The big deal is the second best choice.

What's more, they have Yan Tianxing here...

Very strange, as long as Mo Shangyun thinks of Yan Tianxing, whether or not Yan Tianxing is injured or how much combat power she has, she will feel very at ease.

Naturally, the situation is not alarming.

"When will you go?" Ding Jing asked.

"You take a break first," Mo Shangyun said, "I'll go to Yan Tianxing and bake sweet potatoes for you by the way."

Mo Shangyun walked away after finishing his speech, raising his hand without thinking about Ding Jing's drama.

"I protest!"

Upon hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun turned back inexplicably.

"Can't it be "You go roast sweet potatoes for me, and find Yan Tianxing by the way"? Is the information I exchanged for sweet potatoes not important enough?" Ding Jing asked, very upset.

"..."

Mo Shangyun ignored her.

He left without looking back.

It was time for Ding Jing to go back earlier, or what moth might come out.

Sighing, North Jiangsu looked at Ding Jing sympathetically.

Ding Jing turned around angrily, picked up the backpack on the ground, intending to take a compressed biscuit pad to the stomach.

*

Go back to the wooden house.

In fact, Yan Tianxing planned to leave tonight. After hearing a piece of flowers, he disagreed, and finally let Yan Tianxing and Mo Shangyun stay overnight.

This time, Mo Shangyun found an excuse to block it.

When I went back, a flower was making a bed in the living room, using the bamboo couch.

It can be seen that she is more perfunctory when she usually sleeps, but when entertaining Mo Jun, she took out the clean bedding at home.

"You sleep here tonight, are you done?"

Seeing Mo Shangyun came back, a flower stopped his hand and asked towards Mo Shangyun.

After a pause, Mo Shangjun looked at her with some uneasy eyes and an embarrassed expression.

Obviously, she personally feels a little embarrassed to let a guest sleep on a bamboo couch.

According to her, relatives in the family are all in the same village, and they usually go to the door and will not stay at home.

A bed in the bedroom and a bamboo couch in the living room are usually enough for her and her father. Now she lives alone, which is completely enough.

Being so warmly entertained, Mo Shangyun rarely felt guilty. She asked: "I'm sleeping here, how about you?"

A flower grabbed his long hair, and smiled softly at the ink. He said, "I can put the table together again at night before going to bed."

After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun said: "You sleep on a bamboo couch, I just find a place."

"How does this work-" Yizhi quickly said.

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a voice—

"She follows me a house."

Yan Tianxing suddenly appeared at the door of the bedroom.

He heard the movement coming out.

Although he suffered a leg injury and usually required crutches for his actions, he has now tried to let go of the crutches.

"..."

A flower blinked a bit dazed, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

Of course, it might be too surprised.

Mo Shangyun glanced helplessly at Yan Tianxing.

Yan Tianxing was a demure expression, and asked her calmly, "Is it possible?"

"Ah, you two..." Yi Zhi finally recovered, his face flushed in just a few seconds, and his words became stuttering. Soon, she nodded in a hurry and agreed, "Yes!"

Mo Shangyun lowered his head slightly, and raised his hand subconsciously to touch his nose.

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