Ding Hu was not the only one who was complaining at this time.

God knows how many eyes were secretly watching the Flying Tigers.

Seeing Zheng Feng and his team go out, they were in trouble. For a while, there was grief everywhere.

They wanted to know how far Zheng Feng, who was gradually improving, could go in this empire-wide competition. They also wanted to know whether Zheng Feng, who was "delayed in development", still had a chance to catch up with or even surpass another historical figure - Tang Tianxin.

Although more and more evidence showed that Zheng Feng was extraordinary, as long as he did not stand up and reveal his identity, indicating that he had recovered his memory, the matter could not be settled. It's the same

with everyone. The more you desire, the greater your greed, the more likely you are to worry about gains and losses.

As time went by, after more and more people such as Dong Shan, Navilun Gabriel, Mathilde, Guys Julius, Charles Louis, Lu Xianfeng, Emmanuel, etc. emerged from the history books, one after another took up important positions and performed outstandingly, people's expectations of the sage Chen Feng have been infinitely raised to an inestimable level.

Every change in Zheng Feng, big or small, will arouse people's infinite reverie.

Therefore, the unfortunate experience of the Flying Tigers will cause a huge wave in silence.

With dazzling sparks flying everywhere and violent vibrations one after another, the pyramid catapult carrying the Flying Tigers crashed into the wreckage of the ship.

At the same time, the Flying Tigers received a reminder from the competition system.

"The catapult has landed successfully. The contestants can leave the bunker and move freely. Good luck to you."

After the reminder sound ended, the pyramid opened up by itself like a stack of paper.

Zheng Feng, who was wrapped in basic training armor, looked at his brothers, then turned his head to look at the old wreckage beside him that was smashed into a V shape by a neat and tidy waist. It was not even qualified to be thrown into the garbage dump. He felt very uncomfortable.

What a success!

If smashing the landing point to pieces can be considered a success, then there is no such thing as a landing failure in this world!

In addition, what kind of resource point is this?

What kind of monster is this ship wreck full of antique breath?

"Captain, can we find usable resources from this pile of scrap copper and iron?"

Edgar Julian said with a bitter face.

Zheng Feng was also in a bad mood. "We won't know until we try."

Peng Kete, the most talented member of the Flying Tigers in the field of mechanical structure and the head of the material production management team in charge of equipment maintenance and logistics, grabbed his hair. "Captain, I recognize what ship wreckage this is."

"Just tell me what it is."

"This is the bridge section of the Type 7 Snowflake battleship produced in the Austin star field between 2620 and 2650. There should be some transmission devices in it, and perhaps some hinges made of stacked protein organic materials that were very popular at the time, as well as some very old models of semi-automatic robots, and some nuclear fusion biobattery modules that must have run out of energy."

Zheng Feng: "That's really an amazing antique."

"So should we decisively abandon this place and use the batteries in our training armor to rush there? The energy reserves should be just enough."

Marta Niklaus proposed a plan.

Her finger pointed to the first resource point which was more than 30 million kilometers away.

Zheng Feng shook his head, "Based on the performance of the basic training armor, it will take at least two hours for us to get there. By then, others will have upgraded their weapons and will be ready to fight, but we are still wearing this training armor, and the energy has been used up, so we can't fight."

Marta: "Then we can only make use of this antique."

"Yes."

Zheng Feng nodded.

After saying that, he looked at the pile of scraps with a slightly melancholy look, his eyes wandering and his head buzzing.

Even a good cook cannot cook without rice.

"What bad luck. Damn it! Fuck!"

Edgar stamped his feet angrily.

He had hoped to get off to a good start in this competition, letting those classmates who once looked down on him know that he, Edgar Julian, is no longer the same as before.

But who could have thought that he would fall into a pit at the beginning and fail to rise.

Morrison followed up decisively, but pointed at Zheng Feng angrily, "It's all the captain's fault! The time to jump off the ship was too bad, it wouldn't matter if it was a second earlier or later!"

With a bang.

Morrison was hit on the head by a fist from the side, and flew away in a spin.

The one who punched him was the taciturn Qin Wu. "Pay attention, this is a battlefield. Any opinions you have should be left outside the battlefield. Here, the captain has the final say."

Morrison flew back from a distance, covered his face and looked at Edgar aggrievedly, hoping that the big brother could help him speak.

But Edgar glanced at Zheng Feng who was giving instructions to others, and just shook his lips without saying anything.

"Mata, turn on your holographic scanner and turn it to maximum power. I need a complete three-dimensional model of the wreckage."

"Okay."

"Pinkett, you and Li Qingqing walk along this straight line together. Turn around after 30 meters and try to collect some complete wreckage fragments and then analyze the materials. Li Qingqing, turn the power of the biological detector to 70%. Although we are just an isolated island here, theoretically there should not be any space creatures, but it is always better to be careful."

...

Orders were issued one after another in an orderly manner. The Flying Tigers followed Zheng Feng's instructions and went to different areas to do different jobs.

Jane Roland asked, "Captain, what about us?"

After that, she pointed to the people who were on standby.

Zheng Feng looked up at the tiny dot of light in the distance that represented the first resource point, "Conserve your energy, reduce consumption, and conserve energy."

Thirty seconds later, Mata sent a holographic three-dimensional model to Zheng Feng and everyone in the logistics team.

The modeling provided by Mata was very detailed, with the accuracy of the details reaching the picometer level, and also expressing the microscopic structure inside the atomic nucleus.

Pinkett, who was conducting a field survey with Li Qingqing in front, looked at the hologram first and said, "Captain, I... I don't recognize these devices. They are too old, and I haven't learned such detailed ancient materials knowledge."

Knowing nothing about the materials, it is naturally impossible to analyze their operating principles.

Zheng Feng frowned.

There must be files in the database of the main brain Fanxing, but everyone is now in a special operations arena, and there are also restrictions on communication and information support.

Since Pinkett complained, he must have tried to look up the information, but just didn't find it.

He didn't blame Pinkett.

I think the situation faced by other teams is similar.

The field is fair, and it is an unfamiliar environment for everyone, so they need to use their own brains.

"Alas, the situation is too unfavorable. If it was a resource point with abundant supplies, the Flying Tigers could have tried more and naturally quickly grasped the available resources in the wreckage. But now there are only a few hundred meters of debris to make a fuss about. There are very few things to choose from, and the weight is even smaller, so there is nothing to do at all."

Ding Hu, who was paying attention to the movements of the Flying Tigers throughout the process, was more distressed than the people inside.

On the wreckage, more than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at Zheng Feng, and everyone wanted to know what he was going to do next.

Zheng Feng didn't say anything, but stared at the three-dimensional model in front of him, constantly zooming in and out, examining every detail of the wreckage model, and then observing the atomic structures that even Pinkett didn't recognize.

The expression on his face changed several times in an instant.

First, he was confused, then he suddenly realized, and finally he was left with only shock and disbelief.

A few minutes later, Zheng Feng slowly raised his head and looked around, "You may not believe it, but I recognize this antique."

Pickett: "Captain, I recognize it too, but it's useless."

Zheng Feng: "I'm different from you. I can't say why. Anyway, I know how the Type 7 Snowflake battleship was built, what technologies were used, and what physical and chemical properties of all the materials inside. Give me an hour, I can even design a complete snowflake ship of this type from scratch."

"Ha!"

"Huh?"

The team members were stunned.

Mata was skeptical: "Captain, have you learned ancient knowledge before?"

"If you have, I wouldn't be so confused. But I haven't learned it, but I just understand it. Forget it, let's not talk about this. I have a plan."

Zheng Feng's fingers quickly tapped on the three-dimensional model, "Let's go here along this route first."

Li Qingqing: "Where is this?"

"There should be a liquid biological culture medium reservoir here. If everything goes as I expected, there will be some small anaerobic space life active there."

Zheng Feng snapped again and shared the information he had just compiled with his brain with everyone.

In front of everyone's eyes, there was a long list of explanations.

"The organisms should be micron-sized, have a certain degree of offensiveness, and can secrete tissue fluid. When different energies are infused into the tissue fluid, they will show different properties such as corrosiveness, self-hardening, alloy characteristics, etc." "

The number of these organisms will be very large, and they communicate internally through quantum entanglement microwaves. They have a shallow individual consciousness, and at the same time they can aggregate a relatively complete group consciousness."

This is the professional field of Li Qingqing, a specialist in biology.

She said in surprise: "I remember that the Austin star field and dozens of nearby star fields used semi-biological planting warship technology on a large scale in the 27th century. In the final battleship formation, which is usually the detailed decoration work, many different types of mutant space insects were used."

Zheng Feng nodded, "Yes."

"But how do you know that there are some in this wreckage of ours, and that they are still there? In addition, as far as I know, the engineers at that time needed to turn on a high-power jammer externally to continuously cover the collective consciousness of the insect colony in order to control the mutant space insects to act according to human commands."

Zheng Feng spread his hands, "Because I know that to build this bridge, we have to start cultivating from this position. At the same time, in the finished product of the bridge, there is a frozen Reserve warehouse. If the ship is severely damaged, engineers can activate the insects in the reserve warehouse in the shortest time for rapid repairs. Based on the shape of the wreckage, I judged that the reserve warehouse was not severely damaged. Moreover, these space insects have strong survivability and can capture free particles and even draw trace energy from gravity. Hundreds of years have passed, and I think they have multiplied to a considerable number. "

"Should we destroy these insects?" Li Qingqing asked.

Zheng Feng shook his head decisively, "No, I want to subdue them and make them our productivity. From now on, everyone has one minute to prepare. Carefully read the combat rules I formulated, adjust the performance parameters of the training armor in advance, preset the energy distribution mechanism, and recheck the armor sealing index..."

One minute later.

Zheng Feng checked the equipment status of all members through the team interface.

Everyone's weapons have been replaced with wide-band high-energy particle ejectors, and the armor parameters have been adjusted to a mechanism that combines a gel energy layer with a strong corrosion-resistant physical gel.

Tens of seconds later, the group carefully crossed a distance of more than 200 meters and appeared on the upper level of the point pointed by Zheng Feng.

Compared to other places, the metal structure in this area is more completely broken.

Broken walls and remnants are jagged.

Huge amounts of corroded metal fragments are floating like clouds.

This is obviously an abnormal phenomenon.

Beep, beep.

Li Qingqing's biological detector sounded an alarm.

Others received the message at the same time.

"Microscopic termites: average body length 15~18 microns, can decompose metal, absorb and store free high-energy electrons, and convert them into reserve energy. Act in groups, highly aggressive against organic life forms, no intelligence, a bio-mechanical type."

Li Qingqing swallowed her saliva, "Captain, your judgment is completely correct, but how do we control these microscopic termites?"

Zheng Feng: "First, go in and find the ants, then you distribute the energy to me, I will complete the control code and broadcast it."

"Captain, you can do this too? You know the code?"

Jane Roland, the best programmer in the team, said in surprise.

"I know some, but I need you to perfect the details for me."

"Well, I'm not very confident."

"We have to give it a try. If we do nothing, we will definitely lose. Trying at least gives us a chance to turn the tables. Right?"

"That's true."

Zheng Feng cleared his throat and began to give orders in words.

"The first sequence team follows me and advances in a fan-shaped formation at a speed of 3.3 meters per second."

"Two reserve teams will cover from both wings and advance at a speed of 3 meters per second."

"The automated attack ratio of all combat members' weapons is reduced to 90%. Microscopic termites may mislead our detectors, and we need to manually correct the aiming."

"The intelligence team adjusts the frequency of the electromagnetic radar to an extremely high frequency, turns on the gravitational wave radar, and builds a holographic local projection."

"Pinkett, you take two people to turn on the oscillating light pressure impactor and blow away the metal dust along our way."

The Flying Tigers began to advance forward.

A few seconds later, a black shadow flew out from under the cover of a metal plate in front.

The next second, Zheng Feng and other first sequence combat members turned their guns at the same time.

The hole of the particle ejector was like a flame ejector, and it instantly ejected a huge amount of azure particles, hitting the black shadow.

The black shadow ignited flames and disintegrated like stardust.

The next moment, another black shadow rushed from directly below.

At this time, the weapons of the first-order combat members were still recharging. This time, the particle flow ejected obliquely by the right-side reserve team blocked the black shadow, but a small number of tiny individuals that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye fell on everyone.

The gel energy on the outer layer of the training armor began to operate, strangling all the fish that escaped the net.

Zheng Feng's judgment was all correct.

...

Outside, the Sage Planning Committee, who had regained some vitality, saw everything.

Emmanuel has started to read Zheng Feng's learning files from beginning to end.

"It's too unreasonable. He has never learned such antique knowledge as the Snowflake Battleship. How did he know it?"

Dong Shan: "But the Sage learned it in the previous timeline."

Emmanuel: "So Zheng Feng is now using the Sage's knowledge from his previous life? It just happens to correspond to the remains of this antique battleship?"

Dong Shan: "It's a high probability event. After all, from the perspective of the time and technology line, the technological level of mankind in the 27th century is highly similar to that of the Sage when he was most active in the previous timeline."