195: Chapter 195 You are my private property, how could I bear to let you die!

Before Yaro could finish speaking, a massive force flipped her over, pinning her firmly to the grass.

"Mmph!" She let out a muffled groan, her entire body jolting as if electrocuted.

Qin Feng's knee pressed against her legs, while one of his hands, like an iron pincer, clamped her wrists firmly and held them high above her head.

Then, he pressed his entire body onto her.

In an instant, the distance between them was compressed to the limit.

Yaro could even feel the heat from his chest and hear his heavy breathing, while a wild, hormonal scent instantly filled her nostrils.

She panicked.

In all her life, let alone being suppressed by a man in such a humiliating way, even having physical contact with a member of the opposite sex was rare.

The iron-blooded life in the military camp had smoothed away her feminine fragility, but it could not erase her body's most instinctive reactions.

"Bastard! Let me go!" She struggled frantically, her body twisting wildly like a snake, attempting to break free from his restraint.

Yet Qin Feng's body was like a mountain; no matter how hard she struggled, he remained unmoved.

"You filthy scoundrel! If you have the guts, just kill me! Don't touch me!" Yaro cursed hatefully.

Qin Feng lowered his head, his scorching breath spraying against her earlobe, his voice carrying a hint of playful teasing.

"Kill you? How could I bear to?"

"You are my private property, after all, and you're very valuable."

At this very moment, what he was thinking about was those two hundred military merit points.

What a joke; would he let a cooked duck fly away?

She was a walking military merit medal, and he had to bring her back completely intact.

Not to mention that vast field of lush leeks—oh no, that large group of walking military merit points—waiting for him to harvest them on the other side of the river.

The Dragon Country was right in front of him; giving up was simply not an option.

Stung by his frivolous words and the masculine scent radiating from him, Yaro's entire body went rigid, and an unprecedented fear spread from the depths of her heart.

She was not afraid of death, but this naked humiliation left her weak and unable to continue.

It was already obvious; falling into the hands of this devil would definitely not end well.

Her struggling gradually ceased, not out of surrender, but out of a desperate, deathly silence.

She turned her head away, no longer looking at Qin Feng, nor speaking.

One day, she would personally slice this man into a thousand pieces.

Qin Feng keenly sensed the subtle changes in her body and guessed what she was thinking.

But he didn't care.

Just when Yaro thought he was about to make his next move, a sharp pain suddenly struck the back of her neck, and everything went black as she completely lost consciousness.

Qin Feng withdrew his hand-blade, looking at the limp Yaro on the ground with calm eyes.

He naturally knew how fierce this woman's temperament was; the earlier probing was just to see her bottom line.

The result was quite satisfactory.

She would rather die than submit, and she was unwilling to harm her own compatriots.

This stubbornness made her good steel.

As long as she was trained well in the future, she would definitely be a good blade that he could use.

At the very least, he wouldn't have to worry about her easily turning against her master.

Qin Feng did not delay any longer; he took a rope from his backpack and tied Yaro up securely.

After doing all this, he still wasn't reassured, so with a thought, the Ghost appeared.

"Watch over her. Report any abnormalities to me."

The Ghost nodded slightly and burrowed into the nearby grass, monitoring Yaro's movements.

Having arranged everything, Qin Feng finally felt at ease.

Now, it was time to get down to business.

He lowered his body, merged into the darkness, and crept toward the broken-down military truck.

As the distance closed, the cursing of the two Yang Country soldiers became clearer.

"Damn it, this piece of junk should have been sent to the scrapyard long ago!"

"Stop complaining and hurry up and fix it, or I'll never hear the end of it if we miss the Cultural Troupe's opening dance! I heard the female soldiers coming this time are all incredibly beautiful!"

"Hehe, that's what I was thinking too..."

The two men cursed while tapping on the hood with wrenches, completely unaware that the Grim Reaper had already arrived behind them.

Qin Feng crept into the shadows behind the side of the truck, like a lifeless statue, patiently waiting for the right moment.

"Give me the flashlight!" one of the soldiers shouted impatiently.

The other soldier turned around, about to reach into the toolbox.

Now!

Qin Feng moved.

His figure, like a ghost, erupted from the shadows without a sound.

The soldier who had turned around only felt a chill on his neck—a throat slit—and his body went limp.

Hearing the commotion, the other soldier just turned his head when a large hand clamped tightly over his mouth and nose from behind, and the military dagger in the other hand precisely sliced across his throat.

"Mmph..." He struggled violently, kicking his legs, but it was completely useless.

A few seconds later, his body stiffened and went completely still.

The entire process was clean and efficient, taking no more than five seconds.

Qin Feng released his grip and observed the surroundings expressionlessly, summoning the 3D map transmitted back by the bionic spider; the entire camp's defenses were now clearly displayed before his eyes.

He quickly stripped off a set of military uniforms to change into, and searched them for identification documents and a pistol.

After properly hiding his backpack, he dragged the two bodies to the back of the truck, dug a simple pit under the dirt slope with an entrenching tool, and buried them hastily.

After finishing all this, he jumped onto the truck and took a look at the messy engine.

For an all-around Soldier King, the construction of this old-fashioned military truck was as simple as a child's toy.

Qin Feng quickly reconnected the two wires in a few deft moves, then jumped into the driver's cab and started the engine.

"Vroom—" The engine let out a roar and started successfully.

Qin Feng adjusted the rearview mirror, which reflected a strange face.

He was wearing the Yang Country military cap, with the brim pulled very low; in the dim light, his facial features could not be seen at all.

He shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and the military truck wobbled as it drove toward the camp.

The lights on the stage were already lit, the impassioned music could be faintly heard, and the soldiers' cheers rose and fell.

A grand carnival was about to begin.

Soon.

Qin Feng stopped the truck a hundred meters away, and two fully armed sentries stepped forward to inspect it.

"Password!"

"Prairie Eagle."

Qin Feng rolled down the window and answered in standard Yang Country language.

This password was information intercepted by the bionic spider, and it was now coming in handy.

Fortunately, the sentries' vigilance was not high; with the Cultural Troupe's performance tonight, they had long wanted to be relieved of duty to go watch it.

"Truck broken?" The sentry shone his flashlight on Qin Feng's face, but most of it was blocked by the lowered cap brim.

"Yeah, just fixed it." Qin Feng was concise.

"Where are you headed?"

"Logistics department, delivering some comfort items for the Cultural Troupe."

Qin Feng pointed to the truck bed, where there were indeed a few broken crates that had originally been on the truck.

The sentry didn't suspect anything and waved his hand: "Go on in, park behind the stage, and don't block the way."

"Thanks, brother." Qin Feng nodded and was just about to drive into the camp.

"Wait." A voice came; it was the sentry.

Qin Feng's expression turned cold, and one of his hands had already pressed onto his dagger.