Because he never said anything useless When they were training at the base before, Jing Mohao would show up, but each time he spoke for no more than ten minutes, but his sentences were incisive and hit the point, which benefited each of them a lot.
They didn't understand why, but just relying on his few concise and clear words, like the golden rules given by Guanyin Bodhisattva, saved them many lives in the subsequent actual combat.
"Young Master, let us two go with you."
Two men without uniforms stood up.
It is too dangerous to let the young master go deep into the den of tigers and wolves alone.
"No need," Jing Mohao said with a calm expression, "There are a lot of surveillance here, and it's difficult to hide with so many people.
You should leave quickly and let Yan Yu come back to take care of you after finishing the work."
After some thought, they gave up the idea of taking action with him.
Although following him on a mission can be regarded as an outstanding achievement that can be used to show off a lifetime in the future, this is the enemy's hinterland, and the safety of their young master is no joke.
With the young master's ability, anything he can do is more than enough, but with their little effort, it will only hinder him.
As long as they obey his orders and escape safely without adding any burden to him, it will be considered a great achievement. .
Several people stopped asking for help, changed into uniforms as originally planned, and walked out of the cell door together.
Li Xian looked at Jing Mohao, "Young Master, let's go then."
"Yeah."
Jing Mohao nodded slightly.
Li Xian nodded respectfully towards Jing Mohao with admiration, "Young Master, be careful all the way."
Jing Mohao stretched out his hand and patted his well-developed biceps twice, jumped up instantly, and disappeared into the jungle.
Several people looked at his thunderous speed and expressed great pride that they were not a burden to the young master.
Jing Mohao rushed into the woods and found a tall old tree in the center.
He climbed up the tree and lay on his back on the branch.
He propped up the back of his head with one hand and closed his eyes to rest.
Until the sun goes down.
The woods are lightly enveloped by the moonlight, and the mottled woods under the clear light appear even more profound.
Jing Mohao suddenly opened his eyes in the approaching night, and the two obsidian stones shined particularly brightly in the night.
The man jumped down from the tree and quickly moved through the woods with his excellent sense of direction.
By observing the direction where several teams gathered in the trees during the day, he could definitely judge that the place where they set out was the important location of the arsenal.
Jing Mohao was dressed in black, like a black gust of wind in the dark night, perfectly hidden in the thick night.
Soon, several silver-gray factory buildings stood in front of us.
Jing Mohao grabbed a branch with one hand and leaned half of his body in the air to judge the specific location of the gunpowder magazine.
The prerequisite for a gunpowder magazine is that it is flat and spacious.
Jing Mohao searched the houses with his eyes, and finally stopped at the corner one, his lips pursed with a clear look.
This time should be the time for shift handover, and Li Xian and the others should also take action at this time.
Jing Mohao observed that there were no patrols passing by around him, released his fingers holding on to the branches, jumped down from the tree, half-knelt on the ground, raised his handsome face and looked in the direction of the target.
When his eyes were fixed on a fixed point, Jing Mohao accelerated instantly and rushed towards the nearest house at full speed.
With the help of sprinting, he stepped onto the wall, grasped the eaves of the house with both hands, and relied solely on the strength of his arms to lift him up to the roof
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