11: Chapter 11 mission completed, and I've received the physical enhancement potion!

Night in the jungle gradually thickened.

Liu Wei was wearing a pained expression.

He placed his last imported hazelnut chocolate in the center of the forest path, carefully, as if placing a priceless treasure.

"Brother Feng, do we really have to do this? This is my last bit of comfort food."

Liu Wei's voice carried a hint of sobbing.

By now, even his form of address had changed, and his eyes were filled with the sorrow of parting.

Qin Feng ignored him and simply nodded at Zhao Hu, who stood to the side.

Zhao Hu gave a muffled grunt, holding several tough vines, and deftly set them up in the bushes on both sides of the path.

His technique was rough, but he had great strength, pulling the vines taut.

Hidden in the low grass, it was impossible to spot without looking closely.

On the other side, Li Lang acted like an excited gopher, holding a large pile of dry leaves and small twigs.

Following Qin Feng's instructions, he covered the vine trap, camouflaging it perfectly.

"Hehe, this is called trickery! Understand? All warfare is based on deception! I feel my tactical cells burning!"

Li Lang lowered his voice, his tone filled with irrepressible smugness.

Sun Zhengyi clutched Qin Feng's shirt nervously, trying his best to widen his eyes—which had lost their glasses—acting as a dutiful "human pendant."

The same emotion surged in each of their hearts.

This repeater who had failed for two years...

No!

What kind of monster was this man named Qin Feng?

That earth-shattering shot just now, that terrifyingly calm command—it had completely overturned their perception.

Especially Zhao Hu, who still couldn't figure out how Qin Feng had managed that instant-sniping counter-kill against an experienced veteran in that situation.

That was simply not a move a college freshman could make!

He felt his worldview beginning to collapse.

On the other side of the jungle, the last three veterans had assembled.

"Boss, the target is in the area ahead. Two communications are down, and there's another sniper—they're likely all finished."

A veteran's tone was very grave.

The veteran called Boss had sharp eyes; he licked his dry lips.

"Something's strange. A bunch of fresh recruits have this ability? Everyone stay sharp, don't flip the boat in the gutter!"

"Yes!"

The three formed a triangular formation, covering each other, and advanced silently.

Their movements were professional and tacit, honed through countless drills.

Soon, they discovered the path.

And, the chocolate in the middle of the path, emitting a sweet, cloying aroma.

"Heh, a trap? Too obvious."

A veteran sneered disdainfully.

"Still too green, after all."

The boss raised a hand, stopping his teammate's movement.

He crouched down, observing the ground carefully.

"Something's not right. It's too clean."

He was experienced and sensed the incongruity, but couldn't say what was wrong.

"I'll go check it out."

The veteran who had sneered volunteered; he bypassed the chocolate and cautiously stepped forward.

That was the step.

His foot landed precisely on the dry leaf camouflage laid by Li Lang.

"Snap!"

The taut vine instantly sprang up, tripping his ankle!

He lost his balance and lunged forward.

"Bad! It's a trap!"

The boss and the other veteran reacted extremely quickly, raising their guns instantly, preparing to suppress with firepower.

But it was already too late.

"Now!"

Qin Feng's cold voice rang in every team member's ear.

"Zhao Hu, fire!"

"Da-da-da-da!"

Zhao Hu had been holding back a belly full of fire.

Receiving the order, the laser rifle in his hands spat out angry tongues of fire.

The violent firepower instantly suppressed the veterans, preventing them from raising their heads.

"Li Lang, scream!"

"Ahhhhh! You grandsons! Your grandpa is here!"

Li Lang strained his throat, emitting a howl comparable to a female ghost.

The sound came from another direction, successfully attracting the enemy's attention.

In the chaos, Liu Wei—the fat guy who had been playing dead on the ground—followed Qin Feng's instructions and suddenly hugged the leg of the veteran struggling to get up.

"Don't move! You've been captured!"

Liu Wei used all his strength, his massive weight achieving miraculous results at this moment.

The veteran was tightly entangled by him, unable to move, and was so angry that he cursed loudly.

And the real killing blow came from Qin Feng.

Like a reaper in the night, he appeared from a shadow no one had noticed.

The laser rifle in his hand was as steady as a rock.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two crisp shots.

The boss who was suppressed by firepower and his teammate both stiffened at the same time.

They looked down in disbelief at the red lights of death lit up on their chests, their eyes filled with confusion and unwillingness.

How could this be...

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

The howling stopped too.

The entire jungle fell into a deathly silence.

Only the heavy breathing of Liu Wei and the cursing of the veteran beneath him remained.

Seventh Squad, all members survived.

Enemy forces, completely wiped out.

Zero casualties!

A textbook example of surrounding a point to attack reinforcements, feigning an attack in the east while striking in the west, and coordinated combat.

"Ding!"

A prompt for victory in the exercise popped up on everyone's sensor vests.

Zhao Hu stared blankly at his gun barrel, which was still emitting wisps of smoke.

Li Lang's mouth hung open, forgetting what he was supposed to curse next.

Liu Wei was still hugging the veteran's leg tightly.

Sun Zhengyi supported Qin Feng, feeling like he was dreaming.

They won?

Their "Wolong and Fengchu" team, stacked with debuffs, had actually won?

"We... we... are awesome!"

Li Lang was the first to react, jumping three feet high and letting out an excited, weird cry.

"Did you see that! This is my tactic! My scream confused their minds! I am the MVP!"

Zhao Hu didn't argue with him this time; he just walked silently to Qin Feng.

This muscular man, who looked at everyone with disdain, held it in for a long time before squeezing three words through his teeth.

"I'm convinced."

Qin Feng patted his shoulder, his heart calm.

Done!

Work finished!

The exercise ended.

When Seventh Squad carried their guns and walked back to the assembly point with a swagger, the entire training ground went quiet.

Everyone's gaze was focused on this bizarre team.

They were the only team that had returned completely intact.

Other squads were either wiped out or had only one or two stragglers left, all of them dirty and dejected.

"What's the situation? How are they all here?"

"Fake, right? They must have found a place to hide!"

Li Lang had the sharpest ears; hearing this, he was instantly unhappy.

He puffed out his chest and shouted with all his might.

"Hiding? Are you kidding?"

"Our team, under the wise and martial command of Captain Qin Feng, wiped out those veteran oil-slickers! Understand? Wiped out!"

This shout was like dropping a bomb on a calm lake.

The whole place was in an uproar!

"Stop bragging!"

A captain with bruises on his face, who had clearly just been "killed," stood up with a look of disdain.

"Just you bunch of misfits? Wiped out the veterans? Why don't you say you went in a Gundam?"

"Hey! You don't believe it?"

Li Lang got fired up.

"Our captain, one shot one kill, biubiu! It was accurate! You bunch of noobs don't understand what real strength is!"

Li Lang's mouth was like a Gatling gun, outputting crazily, rubbing the faces of other squads into the ground.

This completely lit the powder keg.

"Who are you calling a noob!"

"Damn it, I'll fight you!"

"Beat him up!"

A group of freshmen who had just been frustrated in the exercise instantly found an outlet and rushed toward Li Lang, howling.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu didn't say a word; he threw his gun and greeted them like a wild bull, shielding Li Lang.

"Want to touch my brother? Ask my fists first!"

The scene instantly spiraled out of control.

Dozens of people twisted into a ball, punches connecting, wails everywhere.

Qin Feng didn't want to deal with this mess, but when he saw a guy pick up a helmet from the ground and try to sneak attack Zhao Hu from behind, his eyes turned cold.

What a bunch of troublesome guys.

He sighed.

The next second, Qin Feng moved.

He didn't use wide, sweeping motions; he just wove through the chaotic crowd, every strike precise and efficient.

A hand strike hit the attacker's wrist, and the helmet fell to the ground.

A side kick landed on another person's knee, making him kneel instantly.

An elbow strike hit the third person's ribs, causing him to bend over in pain.

His movements were full of the shadow of a former Soldier King: simple, lethal.

But two fists are no match for four hands.

The original body's physical function was, after all, too poor.

Soon!

When the instructors rushed over with whistles, a large crowd was already lying on the ground.

Seventh Squad, except for Qin Feng who had a bit of color on his face, were all beaten into pig heads, bruised and swollen, a miserable sight.

But the number of members from other squads lying around them was more than three times their own.

Winning with fewer, though tragic, was a brilliant record.

Zhao Hu, sporting a panda eye, grinned and gave Qin Feng a thumbs up.

This time, he was truly convinced.

Inside and out, completely convinced.

[Ding!]

[Hidden mission: Redemption of the Pig Teammates, complete!]

[Mission evaluation: Perfect!]

[Reward: Physical Enhancement Serum x1, has been issued to the system space, please check, Host!]

Qin Feng felt the burning pain on his face and the soreness all over his body, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This body is still too weak.

If it were his past life, these little rookies would be nothing, no matter how many came.

This Physical Enhancement Serum came at the perfect time.

That night.

The broadcast of the military training camp echoed throughout the entire camp.

"Commendation: In this afternoon's tactical exercise, Seventh Squad performed excellently, achieving zero casualties and wiping out the enemy target, demonstrating outstanding tactical literacy and teamwork!"

"Hereby, we issue a commendation to the Seventh Squad captain, Qin Feng, for the entire camp!"

The pig heads of Seventh Squad instantly puffed out their chests, and the injuries on their faces didn't seem to hurt anymore.

However, the voice on the broadcast changed.

"At the same time, a notice of criticism is issued: Qin Feng, Zhao Hu, Li Lang, Liu Wei... and 47 other students, ignored military discipline, participated in fighting, with severe influence! All the above personnel are fined 3,000 words of inspection, to be handed in before 7:00 AM tomorrow!"

The smiles on the faces of the Seventh Squad members froze.

Qin Feng's name appeared on both lists at the same time, which could be called unprecedented.

And everything that happened that day, especially that shocking exercise, had long been sent to the desks of higher-ups through the military's internal channels, along with the combat footage that could be called a work of art.

Meanwhile, on the internet, the debate about the "harshest death military training in history" had already reached a white-hot stage.

Countless complaint letters from parents and experts piled up in the mailboxes of relevant departments.

No one knew why the Dragon Kingdom's top leadership had to push through this hellish college student military training under such tremendous pressure.

Was it a coincidence? Or inevitable?

At this moment, Qin Feng was just sitting quietly on the dormitory bed, drinking the blue Physical Enhancement Serum in one gulp.