103: Chapter 103 Drone Encirclement: A Narrow Escape!

"What?!"

Hearing Platoon Leader Long Zhan's order, Chen Mo and Tie Zhu were stunned.

Using prisoners as human shields?

This... this is too...

"Platoon Leader, isn't that against the rules?" Tie Zhu scratched his head, hesitating.

Our army has a policy of treating prisoners well; doing this would mean facing a Military Court upon return.

"Rules?" Platoon Leader Long Zhan sneered, his blood-red eyes filled with mad killing intent.

"Did they follow the rules when they used a drone swarm to hunt down one of our soldiers?"

"This is called an eye for an eye, blood for blood!"

"On the battlefield, the one who survives is the one who makes the rules!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's voice was like shards of ice in midwinter, causing the surrounding air to drop several degrees.

Chen Mo and Tie Zhu exchanged glances and fell silent.

They knew Platoon Leader was truly pushed to the brink.

"What are you still standing there for? Execute the order!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan roared.

"Yes!"

The two immediately took a few soldiers and rushed to the cellar where the prisoners were held.

Soon, five Yang Country prisoners, tied up tightly, were roughly dragged out.

They were pale, trembling, and shouting something in the Yang language.

"Shut up!"

Tie Zhu, annoyed, used his gun butt to strike a prisoner next to him hard, knocking him out cold.

The man screamed, his mouth full of blood, and immediately quieted down.

Squad Leader Zhang Shan and his men watched this scene, feeling a bit unbearable.

They were regular troops, and the education they received did not allow them to treat prisoners like this.

"Platoon Leader Long..." Squad Leader Zhang Shan started to persuade him.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan suddenly turned his head and stared at him with an extremely terrifying gaze.

"Squad Leader Zhang Shan, I ask you, how was your Fierce Tiger Company captured?"

Squad Leader Zhang Shan shuddered, his eyes instantly dimming.

He remembered that day when their squad was executing a reconnaissance mission and encountered a well-equipped Yang Country squad.

The other side only had five people, yet they used tactics they had never heard of to defeat their dozen-plus men.

Their individual equipment and tactical coordination were far superior to theirs.

It was a... massacre.

"They... used weapons we hadn't seen before." Squad Leader Zhang Shan's voice was hoarse.

"Right!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan's gaze swept over everyone present.

"They didn't follow the rules, so you lost and became prisoners!"

"Now, the Chef is outside, being hunted by over a dozen drones, a narrow escape! It's also because they don't follow the rules!"

"Tell me, facing a pack of rule-breaking jackals, should we act like gentlemen and offer our necks for slaughter, or should we become beasts fiercer and more ruthless than them?!"

The words were deafening!

Everyone fell silent.

Yes, kindness is for humans.

When dealing with beasts, one must use beastly methods!

"Tie them to those big trees at the village entrance for me!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan pointed to the front of the position and issued the final order.

"Get a loudspeaker and shout in Russian for me!"

"Tell them, if they don't withdraw the drones within ten minutes, I'll take one out! Twenty minutes, and I'll take out a pair!"

"I want to see if their drones are more precious, or if the lives of these Yang Country soldiers are more precious!"

Soon, in the Yangjiao Village loudspeaker, Chen Mo used his Russian, thick with a regional accent, to desperately repeat Platoon Leader Long Zhan's ultimatum.

The sound echoed across the empty Gobi Desert, sounding exceptionally harsh.

Five Yang Country prisoners, stripped to their underwear, were tied tightly to the large locust trees at the village entrance like sausages.

As the night wind blew, they shivered, snot and tears covering their faces.

Time passed second by second.

Ten minutes arrived.

In the night sky in the distance, the dozen or so red dots representing death were still circling unhurriedly, with no intention of retreating.

They were like a group of cold-blooded vultures, patiently waiting for their prey to exhaust their last bit of strength.

"Platoon Leader..." Tie Zhu's voice was dry.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He took a hard drag of his cigarette; the cherry glowed in the darkness, reflecting his bloodshot eyes.

He knew he had lost the bet.

In the eyes of the Bear Country people, the lives of these Yang Country soldiers were worthless.

Let alone five, even fifty wouldn't be enough to ensure the absolute success of their "red giant" project.

"Damn it!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan threw the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it with his foot.

"These bastards!"

Squad Leader Zhang Shan and his men's expressions also became extremely ugly.

Their Fierce Tiger Company brothers were captured by these guys who treated human life like dirt.

A huge sense of powerlessness enveloped everyone again.

"Platoon Leader, shall we take one out?"

Chen Mo leaned over, a hint of eagerness on his face, and whispered, "Just to hear the sound, to cheer for the Chef!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan glanced at him and scolded irritably, "Get lost! I'm threatening them, not actually wanting to be a butcher!"

Although he was scolding, his heart was bleeding.

The Chef... Qin Feng was likely in grave danger now.

On the Gobi Desert, the chase had reached a fever pitch.

Qin Feng felt his lungs were about to explode.

He ran frantically like a wild ox being chased by a pack of wolves.

Every turn, every roll, was calculated with extreme precision.

Above his head, the drones followed like shadows, scanning frantically.

"Da da da da da!"

Bullets flew past his scalp like the scythe of death, plowing hideous gullies into the sand behind him.

Thirteen "Hummingbird" drones formed an inescapable net.

They had clear divisions of labor: some were responsible for high-altitude reconnaissance to lock his position; others were responsible for low-altitude suppression, covering with machine gun fire; there were even two equipped with small high-explosive bombs, ready to perform "surgical" strikes on him at any time.

These drones possessed extremely high artificial intelligence.

They would predict his movement routes, use crossfire to seal off his evasion space, and even use the terrain to force him into a dead end.

Qin Feng's Soldier King experience seemed somewhat pale and powerless in the face of such unreasonable technological suppression.

He could dodge one bullet, or even ten bullets.

But he could not dodge a net woven from bullets.

"Pfft!"

A bullet finally grazed his calf.

A scorching, sharp pain hit him, causing his body to stumble violently.

Blood instantly stained his pant leg red.

It's over!

Once his speed slowed down, he would be torn to pieces instantly.

Just at this critical moment, a cold mechanical voice rang out in his mind like the sound of nature!