109: Chapter 109 How could soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom run away?

Qin Feng hid behind an equipment crate as tall as a person, his heart pounding wildly, yet he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He subconsciously poked his head out for a quick look.

Pew, pew, pew...

Another barrage of muzzle flashes forced him to pull his head back like a turtle.

If he poked his head out again, he'd definitely get his brains blown out.

But that was enough; that one glance had been enough to see what he needed.

The platform was surrounded by cliffs on three sides, and the only exit was blocked by two fully armed Yang Country soldiers holding riot shields.

Behind them, dark gun barrels were constantly spitting fire.

And on the towering guard tower in the distance, a sniper's muzzle glinted with a sinister light, locking onto this area with deadly intent.

Qin Feng was trapped.

He had truly become a turtle in a jar.

"Hey, you punks, you're playing for keeps, aren't you?"

Qin Feng gave a wry smile, unable to figure it out.

How did this electronic jamming base have a garrison that was just as formidable as the one at Yangjiao Village?

That made no sense!

Almost at the same time.

Twenty kilometers away, in Yangjiao Village, earth-shattering roars and gunfire erupted!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" That was the roar of mortar fire.

"Da-da-da-da-da—!" That was the death symphony woven by several heavy machine guns firing simultaneously.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan and his men had made their move!

Yangjiao Village.

"Open fire! Use up every single shell!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's eyes were bloodshot as he personally manned a machine gun, firing wildly at the black mass of enemy positions outside the village.

Hot shell casings ejected like golden raindrops from beside his arm, but he didn't even notice.

Behind various covers, Tie Zhu, Squad Leader Zhang Shan, and the others were also blinded by bloodlust.

They didn't know how things were going for Qin Feng, so the only thing they could do now was make as much noise as possible and keep the enemy's attention firmly fixed on themselves!

"Platoon Leader! East! Three o'clock position, they're trying to flank us!"

Chen Mo's calm voice rang out over the radio.

Like a nimble cat, he was lurking atop the highest ruin in the village.

The captured SVD sniper rifle seemed to come alive in his hands.

Through the scope, he clearly saw a squad of about thirty Yang Country soldiers using the smoke and terrain as cover, attempting to sneak in through a blind spot in the defenses.

The leader was an officer, holding binoculars and signaling with tactical hand gestures.

A cold curve appeared at the corner of Chen Mo's mouth.

He didn't rush to fire; instead, like the most patient hunter, he waited quietly.

He waited until the officer turned sideways, exposing the rank insignia on his chest to the center of his crosshairs.

Chen Mo's breathing stopped for a split second.

"Goodbye, friend."

"Bang!"

The muffled gunshot was instantly drowned out by the noisy battlefield, completely inconspicuous.

A thousand meters away, the Yang Country officer's body jolted violently as a mist of blood exploded from his chest.

The confidence and composure on his face instantly froze. He looked down in disbelief at the bloody hole in his chest, then collapsed to the ground.

The sneak-attack squad was thrown into instant chaos.

"Sniper! There's a sniper!"

"Take cover! Get to cover!"

Chen Mo didn't pause for a second; he pulled the bolt, the cold shell casing ejected, and another bullet was chambered.

His fingers were like those of a pianist playing a waltz of death; every time he pulled the trigger, it meant a life in the distance was quietly withering away.

"Bang!"

Another enemy trying to set up a machine gun fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

A communications soldier's head exploded like a rotten watermelon.

Chen Mo's figure leaped nimbly between different sniping points.

Like a ghost, he was elusive and unpredictable.

Every shot he took was from a position the enemy would never expect.

The Yang Country army's Commander was screaming in rage, organizing several targeted counterattacks and even bringing in two mortars to carpet-bomb the locations where Chen Mo might be hiding.

But every time they thought they had succeeded, that death-dealing gunshot would ring out again from a different direction.

Chen Mo's presence was like a poisonous thorn, driven deep into the command system of the Yang Country army.

It caused every one of their attacks to suffer from decapitation strikes.

He alone managed to single-handedly slow down the entire enemy's offensive rhythm.

Electronic Information High Ground.

The massive commotion coming from the direction of Yangjiao Village had indeed successfully diverted most of the base's attention.

Two large trucks had already driven out, looking like they were heading to reinforce Yangjiao Village.

Now was the time!

A cold light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes; he knew he only had a few seconds.

He lunged out from behind the cover, but his target wasn't the blocked exit—it was the edge of the platform!

"He's there!" "Open fire!"

Bullets whistled toward him once more.

Qin Feng, however, performed an action that left everyone dumbfounded.

He took the "Hero Pot" in his hand and, like a giant frisbee, threw it with all his might toward the guard tower!

The black pot spun at high speed in the air, whistling with the wind and carving a strange arc.

The sniper on the guard tower's pupils constricted; he subconsciously shifted his muzzle and pulled the trigger at the flying black pot.

"Clang!"

The bullet hit the pot accurately, and the immense force caused the pot to jerk in mid-air, tumbling and changing direction, but it successfully disrupted the sniper's line of sight and rhythm.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Qin Feng had already rushed to the railing at the edge of the platform.

He then leaped, vaulting right over, his movements incredibly smooth!

As a result...

"He jumped off the cliff!"

The Yang Country soldiers at the exit exclaimed.

"..." Everyone thought he was committing suicide.

But after falling less than two meters, Qin Feng's hands clamped firmly onto the cables beneath the platform.

He stuck to the vertical cliff face like a gecko, temporarily escaping the cover of fire from the platform.

"Report! Target lost! Repeat, target lost!"

"No! Correction! Target jumped off the cliff!"

Inside the base, the Commander fell silent.

Qin Feng hung from the cables, gasping heavily, his arm muscles aching painfully from the immense tension.

At this moment, the soldiers on the platform were leaning over to search below.

He turned slightly, hiding his body perfectly beneath the platform, leaving no trace.

Damn it, the firepower is too heavy; I can't stay here long.

Retreat!

Just as Qin Feng was thinking of running away.

[Ding! Detected that the host is conducting a high-risk infiltration. Please continue to explore the enemy base.]

[Task completed: Reward 500 points of military merit]

The system's notification sound rang out.

500 points of military merit.

Qin Feng's eyes lit up.

As a Dragon Country soldier, one sheds blood and sacrifices one's life; how could he run away?

That was all just a misunderstanding; he absolutely had to continue deeper!

It was just an electronic information base, after all.

In his past life, wasn't this like taking something out of his own pocket?

This little bit of firepower was nothing to be afraid of!

For the sake of 500 points of free military merit, he figured it out.

He wouldn't run away even if he died!

After hearing the commotion above die down, he quickly began to climb, using his Intermediate Rock Climbing skill to maneuver into a crevice in the cliff wall.

The crevice wasn't big, but it was just enough for one person to get stuck in.

Qin Feng didn't hesitate to crawl inside and wedge himself firmly into the crevice.