The four people maintained a back-to-back posture, vigilantly observing the surroundings.
The helicopter hovering overhead showed no signs of landing. The "whirr whirr" sound, and the high-speed rotor drove the powerful airflow. If there were tall trees nearby, they would definitely be deformed by this pressure.
Of course, there are no tall trees here, only brown wild grass still growing in winter.
"Lower it, lower it more!" Ling Ye murmured softly to himself.
Just lower about two meters, and you can blow down the grass on the ground. If there are people ambushing, or weapons inside, they can all be seen.
Unfortunately, the other side was also clever, controlling the helicopter's height precisely so as not to affect the grass on the ground.
The four people watched the surroundings and kept staring at the helicopter that refused to land, secretly worried.
