101: Chapter 101 Breakthrough! Quite a few unconventional moves.

The entire Yangjiao Village instantly turned into a high-speed operating war machine.

Squad Leader Zhang Shan was truly a squad leader from the Fierce Tiger Company; his execution was extremely strong.

He brought his few soldiers, rounded up the Yang Country prisoners of war, and directly pressed their guns against those people's heads.

"Everyone get up, damn it! Get to work!"

Squad Leader Zhang Shan kicked a Yang Country squad leader on the butt.

"If you don't want to die, go to the village entrance and dig trenches for me! Hurry up!"

Chen Mo translated from the side.

None of the prisoners dared to resist; they could only pull long faces, pick up the engineer shovels, and became the first batch of "voluntary laborers."

On the other side, Chen Mo and Tiezhu were like two rats that had rushed into a rice granary, leading men straight into the armory that Qin Feng had blown open.

"Damn! We're rich, we're rich!"

Looking at the room full of ammunition crates, Tiezhu was almost drooling; he picked up a Bear Country-made PKM general-purpose machine gun and kissed it.

"Baby, from now on, you're with me!"

"Look at your lack of ambition."

Chen Mo looked disgusted, but his hands were not slow.

Like a picky collector, he rummaged through a pile of rifles, finally selecting an SVD sniper rifle in the newest condition, and conveniently pocketed a dozen or so magazines.

"With this firepower, holding out for ten days or half a month won't be a problem!"

A veteran soldier carried a crate of grenades, grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't just stand there grinning!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan's voice came from outside. "Move the heavy machine guns and mortars to the high ground for me! Hurry!"

The entire village began comprehensive defensive deployment.

Qin Feng, however, went alone to the west side of the village.

The terrain here was the highest, allowing him to overlook the entire village and the Gobi Desert outside.

He placed the precious field radio on a large rock and began to calibrate it.

As expected, there was no signal.

It seemed he had no choice but to break out before the enemy's encirclement was fully formed and find a place where the signal could be transmitted.

He checked his equipment.

An AN-94, eight full magazines, six grenades hanging from his waist, that iconic large iron spoon tucked at the small of his back, and on his back, still that shiny black Hero Pot.

That was the great treasure of the Ghost Seventh Company; it absolutely could not be damaged.

A soldier under Squad Leader Zhang Shan passed by and, seeing Qin Feng's peculiar attire, especially that pot, couldn't help but whisper to Tiezhu nearby.

"Brother Zhuzi, is that person... really the Chef? Why is he carrying a pot onto the battlefield?"

Tiezhu rolled his eyes at him, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "What the hell do you know! That pot is our Chef God's personal magical treasure."

"It can block bullets at critical moments, beat people to death in normal times, and cook a meal when you're hungry—it's both offensive and defensive, understand?"

The recruit listened, dumbfounded, and when he looked at Qin Feng's back again, his eyes were filled with awe.

Just then, a cloud of dust rose on the distant horizon.

"They're here!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan raised his binoculars and growled.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and instantly entered a combat state.

In the distance, dozens of Yang Country army armored vehicles and trucks were kicking up yellow sand, driving at high speed toward Yangjiao Village.

Judging by the formation, it was at least a reinforced battalion.

"Chef!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan roared in the direction of Qin Feng. "It's up to you! We'll hold them off for you!"

"Understood." Qin Feng's voice was calm and steady.

He did not look back, but like a civet cat, he slid silently down the hillside and disappeared into the shadows on the other side of the village.

"All units, attention!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan's voice reached everyone's ears through the walkie-talkie. "The enemy has entered the 1,000-meter range, free fire! Hit them hard for me!"

"Yes!"

At the temporary position at the village entrance, Tiezhu mounted the PKM general-purpose machine gun on the sandbags, pulled the bolt, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

"Come on, grandsons! Taste the might of your Grandpa Tiezhu!"

"Da-da-da-da-da—!"

Fire dragons spat out; the war officially began at this moment!

The night was the best camouflage.

Like a weightless shadow, Qin Feng moved at high speed, sticking to the shadows of the gullies in the Gobi Desert.

His breathing merged with the wind; his heartbeat was in sync with the pulse of the earth.

Primary Camouflage and Stealth allowed him to completely blend into the night!

Behind him, the sounds of gunfire and shelling coming from the direction of Yangjiao Village grew more distant, like war drums sending him off.

But he knew that he was not out of danger.

On the contrary, the real test had only just begun.

"Hum—hum—"

Overhead, there came a heart-palpitating faint sound.

They were here.

Qin Feng lunged into a bush, his body instantly tensing up like a cheetah ready to spring.

He didn't even need to look up; just by the sound, he could judge that at least three drones were circling above him.

This was Bear Country's latest model "Hawk Eye-3" reconnaissance drone, with a wingspan exceeding two meters, equipped with a high-resolution optical camera and an extremely sensitive infrared thermal imager.

Under the surveillance of such things, a rabbit running on the ground would be as conspicuous as a firefly in the night.

Sure enough, the next second, a blinding beam of light descended from the sky, precisely covering the area where he had just been hiding.

It was a searchlight.

The drone had locked onto the general area, and the armed helicopter following closely behind would use the searchlight for precise search and lock-on.

"Son of a bitch, they're playing quite fancy." Qin Feng cursed inwardly.

He remained motionless, operating his Turtle Breathing Camouflage Technique to the extreme.

His body temperature quickly converged with the surrounding sand and rocks.

In the drone's infrared vision, he was just like a cold stone, with no abnormalities.

The light beam swept back and forth several times, but found nothing.

But the drones did not leave, still circling above his head like a flock of stubborn vultures, patiently waiting for the prey to reveal a flaw.

But for every minute they waited, the pressure on Platoon Leader Long Zhan and the others in Yangjiao Village increased.

At this moment.

Qin Feng's brain was operating at high speed, analyzing everything around him.

Terrain, wind direction, enemy search patterns... countless data points converged in his mind, forming a three-dimensional battlefield model.

Got it!

His gaze locked onto a pile of rocks about three hundred meters to his front left.

The terrain there was complex, making it an excellent hiding spot.

But from his current position to the rock pile was an open area with no cover.

Once he moved, he would be instantly exposed.

What to do?

A cold arc curled at the corners of Qin Feng's mouth.

He unhooked an RGD-5 grenade from his waist.

Then, he made a move that no military textbook could explain.

He did not pull the safety pin, but instead, with an extremely precise force, threw the grenade hard toward a bushy area to his right rear.

The grenade traced a perfect parabola in the air and, with a "thump," landed in the bushes.

The sound wasn't loud, but in the silent night, it was clear enough.

"Hum—"

The three drones overhead had indeed fallen for it!

Their cameras and searchlights immediately turned toward the direction the sound came from.

This is the moment!