The rain poured down like a torrent, the entire sky seemingly transformed into a world of rain, the earth a gray haze with extremely low visibility, the sound of rain pattering and wind roaring filled the ears. Upon a certain mountain ridge in the endless mountains, Luo Zheng and the others stood proudly under the ghillie suits, calmly watching ahead, eyes full of intense battle spirit. Originally, the plan was just to bombard the airport and destroy the enemy planes, but one casual remark from Lan Xue made Luo Zheng change his plan.
If the fighter jet heist truly succeeded, it would undoubtedly be a morale-boosting achievement, significantly damaging the enemy and potentially altering the entire battle situation, greatly boosting morale for the Hook Tribe and aiding future discoveries. Why not try such a promising venture? Even if the ambush fails, missile strikes on the enemy airport will follow, having little impact.
