150: Chapter 150 Death Swamp, the Feast Begins!

The memorial service ended, and everyone walked out of the auditorium in silence.

The members of the Falcon Squad did not leave immediately.

They walked to the portrait, and Platoon Leader Long Zhan opened a bottle of Erguotou, pouring a full cup for everyone.

"Come on, brothers, let's see the hero off on his final journey."

They slowly poured the wine from their cups onto the ground in front of the black pot.

"Chef, you brat, listen well, in your next life, be born into a better family." Squad Leader Zhang Shan said with reddened eyes.

"In the next life, I'll treat you." Chen Mo looked at the memorial tablet and said softly.

"Chef... rest in peace!" Tie Zhu choked up, raising his cup to the sky.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan downed the remaining half-bottle of wine in one gulp, then gently placed the bottle beside the black pot.

"The mission is over."

He turned around, his eyes filled with a touch of loneliness.

"Tomorrow, we return to our original unit."

"Everyone, perk up! Don't act like sissies!"

"We are the Falcons! We are the sharpest blade! Don't embarrass our fallen brothers!"

"Yes!"

The voice remained loud and clear.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan had decided that before returning to his original unit, he would personally deliver the Chef's hero pot back.

He believed that soon.

The news of Qin Feng's sacrifice would be issued to every Military Region.

Meanwhile.

Southern Military Region, Military Training Camp.

Shen Youchu watched the sliver of sunset on the horizon and muttered to herself.

"The sixteenth day that Qin Feng has been gone."

...

At the same time that Platoon Leader Long Zhan was tearfully "composing" a heroic eulogy for Qin Feng.

Thousands of kilometers away, at the edge of the Death Swamp, Qin Feng was trudging through the rotting mud, his nose stuffed with two makeshift "gas masks" made from twisted cloth strips.

"Achoo!"

He sneezed for no reason, nearly face-planting into the bubbling mud pool beside him.

"Who the hell is cursing me behind my back?"

Qin Feng rubbed his nose and muttered.

He looked back; Lanna, who was following behind him, didn't look much better at this moment.

This former blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty was now covered in mud splatters, and her face was coated in a thick "face mask" made from a mixture of mud and some kind of plant sap.

This was Qin Feng's masterpiece.

In his words, this thing could not only prevent mosquito bites but also effectively block the miasma in the swamp.

"Chef, how much longer do we have to walk?"

Lanna asked listlessly, her voice muffled.

"I don't know." Qin Feng's answer was, as always, concise and clear, "Until there's no road left."

"I think... my foot seems to have been bitten by something." Lanna's voice carried a hint of a sob.

Qin Feng didn't even turn his head.

"Don't scare yourself. There are plenty of things that bite in the swamp; one more doesn't matter."

"As long as it's not a venomous snake or a crocodile that can drag your leg down, you should consider yourself lucky."

Lanna: "..."

Being with this bastard really meant experiencing what "extreme survival" was at every moment.

They had been in the Death Swamp for over six hours.

The environment here was even harsher than she had imagined.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench of decay, the mud underfoot was of unknown depth, and every step required an immense amount of effort.

Most terrifying of all were those ubiquitous "native inhabitants."

Colorful poisonous frogs, leeches lurking in the water weeds, and those elusive swamp venomous snakes.

Just half an hour ago, Qin Feng had personally used his dagger to pry a thumb-thick leech off Lanna's calf.

That scene directly caused this long-legged blonde beauty to contribute the highest-decibel scream of her life.

"Keep up, don't fall behind."

Qin Feng reminded her, his military dagger skillfully severing a vine.

The moment the vine was severed, a spray of green sap splashed out, carrying a pungent, strange odor.

Qin Feng's Danger Perception caused him to subconsciously dodge to the side.

"Careful, this thing is poisonous."

He took a piece of jerky from his backpack and threw it onto the broken vine.

The hard piece of jerky, the moment it touched the green sap, actually made a "sizzling" sound, emitted a wisp of white smoke, and was corroded into a pit at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lanna felt her scalp tingle as she watched, subconsciously shrinking further behind Qin Feng.

This godforsaken place, even the plants are so vicious!

Qin Feng's expression also became serious.

He opened the system panel, and on that red treasure book map, it was densely marked with various red danger symbols.

[Warning: Three hundred meters ahead is a high-concentration biogas area; please proceed with caution.]

[Warning: Large predatory reptile life signal detected in the water area on the right; danger level: High.]

[Warning: Unknown parasitic spores detected; please take protective measures.]

A series of system warnings caused Qin Feng's brows to knit into a knot.

This wasn't just a simple survival mode anymore; this was hell mode!

"Chef, I... I can't walk anymore."

Lanna leaned against a nearby tree, panting heavily.

Long periods of high mental tension and physical exertion had pushed her to her limit.

Qin Feng stopped and looked back at her.

Lanna's lips were pale, and the "mask" on her face had been streaked by sweat, making her look like a female ghost who had just crawled out of a mud pit.

He sighed.

"Rest here for ten minutes."

As he spoke, he took down the sniper rifle he had been carrying on his back, leaned it against the tree, and then took out a canteen and compressed biscuits from his backpack.

"Eat sparingly; our supplies are running low."

Lanna took the biscuits, but she had no appetite at all.

She just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep, even if it meant sleeping in this muddy ground.

Qin Feng didn't rest; he just vigilantly observed his surroundings.

In the swamp, the most dangerous time is when you feel the safest.

Suddenly, his ears twitched.

He heard it.

An extremely faint sound of water being stirred.

The source of the sound was in that seemingly calm, murky water to their right.

Qin Feng's pupils shrank sharply.

He yanked Lanna behind him, and at the same time, one hand had already gripped his dagger, his eyes staring fixedly at that stretch of water.

The surface of the water was very calm, with only a few rotten leaves drifting with the current.

However, Qin Feng's Danger Perception was sounding the alarm frantically!

There was something under the water!

A big one!

Lanna also sensed that the atmosphere was wrong and nervously held her breath, looking in the direction of Qin Feng's gaze, but she found nothing.

"Wh... what's wrong?" she asked in a whisper.

"Shut up."

Qin Feng's voice was extremely low.

Time passed second by second.

That stretch of water still showed no movement.

Just when Lanna thought Qin Feng was too nervous and having hallucinations.

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

A string of bubbles suddenly emerged from under the water.