194: Chapter 194 I'm giving you a chance, kill them!

Qin Feng's mind raced; his originally simple and brutal plan had to be scrapped and reworked.

He couldn't barge in, nor could he launch a frontal assault; he had to come up with a foolproof plan.

"Lanna, you and Chiyan stay here and find a place to hide," Qin Feng decided, his eyes sharp as knives.

"No way! I'm going too!" Lanna immediately objected.

She didn't feel at ease leaving the Chef and Yaro, that ticking time bomb, together.

"I'm going to risk my life," Qin Feng said, pinching her chin and teasing, "I wouldn't want my little servant girl to lose her life."

That was 100 points of military merit; the sunk costs along the way were just too high.

Qin Feng had made up his mind—even if he died, he was taking her back!

Lanna's heart warmed; she felt this was the sweetest thing the Chef had said to her in nearly a month.

"You don't want me to die, right?"

"Of course!" Qin Feng was thinking only of military merit.

The next second, Lanna lunged at him and hugged him tightly.

"I knew you had me in your heart."

"..."

Qin Feng was stunned!

He had a feeling... a feeling... that the Russian Girl had misunderstood something.

Forget it!

Now was not the time to dwell on such things.

The female captive was important, and military merit was important.

"I'm taking her with me," Qin Feng said, pointing at Yaro.

"She's from Yang Country; you wouldn't even be able to pick her out of a crowd, so she's my best cover."

Yaro's face turned black instantly.

What did he mean by not being able to pick her out of a crowd? Was he complimenting her or insulting her?

"I need a partner, and by the way... to test her true colors."

Qin Feng glanced at Yaro, the meaning behind his words self-evident.

This was the final test.

He wanted to keep Yaro, this double-edged sword, by his side and watch her personally.

As long as she made any suspicious moves, he wouldn't mind cleaning house before finishing the mission, and picking up that two hundred points of military merit along the way.

Yaro felt a chill in her heart; she understood Qin Feng's subtext.

This man had never trusted her at all.

Yaro did not resist, because resistance was futile.

Now, she just wanted to see what kind of power this man actually possessed to shake a Border Defense Battalion.

She was even morbidly looking forward to it, looking forward to the Chef's plan failing.

Then she could properly humiliate him!

Yes! Just humiliate him!

Yaro remembered the hooligan touching her waist, and she wished she could tear him to pieces.

"Cross the river."

Qin Feng didn't waste any more words; he drove Yaro into the water first to wade across.

As for Qin Feng, his right hand was already pressed against his dagger; if Yaro didn't behave, he wouldn't mind taking care of her on the spot.

At this moment, the icy river water instantly soaked through his military trousers, the bone-chilling cold creeping up his calves.

Yet, Qin Feng's movements were completely unaffected; every step he took was extremely steady, and he occasionally directed Yaro, who was leading the way.

Although Yaro was walking in front, she was also deeply shocked inside.

The Chef's stealth techniques were simply an art form.

His grasp of timing and his utilization of the environment had reached an unbelievable level.

The two of them were like two ghosts in the water, silently crossing the nearly hundred-meter-wide river.

The entire process didn't produce a single extra sound, and didn't even startle a single water bird by the riverbank.

They were still several kilometers away from the Border Defense Battalion ahead.

After resting briefly, Qin Feng escorted Yaro and continued on their way.

As they approached the camp, Qin Feng released the bionic spider and began a comprehensive scan of the entire battalion.

The Yang Country soldiers not only failed to detect anything unusual, but because of the arrival of the Cultural Troupe, they had actually lowered their guard.

The camp was filled with a festive atmosphere.

To Yaro, this fleeting joy was a fatal loophole.

However, seeing that the Chef was all alone, she felt much more at ease.

After all, one person's strength was limited, and she would absolutely not help him.

"Chef, I advise you to just give up. If you surrender now, I can still give you a way to live and serve our Yang Country in the future."

"Huh?" Qin Feng looked at Yaro in disbelief and reached out to touch her forehead.

Yaro was shocked and slapped his smelly hand away: "What are you doing?"

"I see you're running a pretty high fever," Qin Feng sneered, "Where on earth did you get the courage to say these things? Liang Jingru?"

Yaro was stunned and grew vigilant.

"Who is Liang Jingru?"

"Uh..." Qin Feng didn't know how to explain it; after all, these were two completely different worlds, so he changed the subject.

"Let me serve your Yang Country? I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet. I am a person of Dragon Country in life, and a soul of Dragon Country in death!"

Yaro sneered, laughing at his lack of appreciation.

"Chef, the fact that you've managed to escape this far, while you do have some ability, is mostly due to luck."

"Don't think that just because you captured me, you really think the Yang Country soldiers in the Border Defense Battalion are easy to deal with."

"They are all warriors who have been fighting in blood every day, not some bum like you who relies on petty tricks and luck to get to where you are today."

"If you're sensible, it's not too late to surrender now; after all, you only have one life."

Hearing this, Qin Feng was speechless.

He didn't know whether to praise Yaro or scold her; a captive who always failed to understand her own position.

"It's just a Border Defense Battalion, only about a hundred people; it would be reasonable to wipe them all out, right?"

"Hmph!" Yaro didn't believe it at all and mocked: "A hundred people? The border defense stretches over a hundred kilometers, and the battalions are all connected. As long as you make the slightest move, do you think the brothers from other battalions won't come to the rescue?"

"So what?" Qin Feng wasn't intimidated at all.

"Chef, don't be ungrateful. I'm saying that you might not be facing just one battalion," Yaro said, somewhat agitated.

"Even if it is just one battalion, do you think you can take it down by yourself? Stop dreaming."

"Our Yang Country warriors can fight ten men each. You'd better surrender early; I can save your life."

"Noisy." Qin Feng rolled his eyes and said irritably, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll stab you to death."

"You..." Yaro was so angry that her teeth itched. "My kindness is treated as donkey lungs! Go die! It would be better if you just died."

"Don't worry, even if I die, I'm taking you with me," Qin Feng retorted, not being polite at all.

Yaro was about to explode with anger; she turned her head away, not bothering to pay attention to him.

She hoped he would die soon.

Stinky man! Dead pervert!

Die! Let you die enough!

Qin Feng also didn't bother to waste words with her; he just lay behind the bushes, holding binoculars, and observed motionlessly.

He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity.

Yaro also picked up her binoculars, taking in the entire Border Defense Battalion camp.

She saw the staff adjusting the lights on the stage, and also saw soldiers gathered in twos and threes around the perimeter of the camp, smoking and drinking.

"Do you see that broken-down truck at the three o'clock position?"

Qin Feng's voice suddenly rang in her ear, low and clear.

Yaro quickly adjusted her binoculars.

Behind a small mound on the edge of the camp, a military truck was parked there.

Two soldiers were pacing around the truck, cursing, as if the engine had a problem.

That location was remote and the lighting was dim, just right in the blind spot of several sentry towers.

"Ten minutes."

Qin Feng's voice carried an unquestionable command.

"Take them out, put on their clothes, and drive the truck to the vicinity of the tent behind the stage."

"No, I won't help you."

Yaro would rather die than betray her country.

"Fine!" Qin Feng put down his sniper rifle and sneered, "Then take the gun and kill them."

Yaro's face turned cold; looking at the Chef's face, she felt even more resentment.

Kill them? They were her compatriots.

"Can't bring yourself to do it?"

There wasn't a hint of emotion in Qin Feng's voice.

"They are your compatriots, not mine."

Yaro's body trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead.

"You only have one chance." Qin Feng's voice turned cold.

"Either they die, or we die together. Or... you die first."

A cold killing intent instantly enveloped Yaro.

Yaro had finally seen through it; as a captive, especially falling into the hands of this devil, there was no hope of survival.

Now, she might as well sacrifice herself for her country; she hardened her heart, turned her head away, closed her eyes, and prepared for death.

"Kill me..."