207: Chapter 207 Dedication! The Female Prisoners Have Come to Their Understanding

"What is it?" Lanna asked in a low voice.

Qin Feng did not answer, only tilting his head to listen to the wind, his gaze fixed on a low sand dune in the distance.

There was nothing there but yellow sand, yet the female soldiers following behind him inexplicably felt a sense of trepidation.

Every time this man stopped, it seemed to portend that something bad was about to happen.

Qin Feng took the sniper rifle off Chi Yan, making no unnecessary movements, simply kneeling on one knee and resting the rifle on a rock, the cold barrel gleaming with a sinister light in the sun.

He looked through the scope at that sand dune.

"Yaro, protect them well." Qin Feng's voice was very flat, devoid of any emotion.

"Okay."

Yaro seemed to have sensed something too, and disengaged the safety on her sniper rifle.

The female soldiers looked at each other, completely unaware of what was happening.

In their eyes, the surroundings were deathly silent, with nothing but the sound of the wind.

"What is he doing? Is he playing tricks?" one female soldier whispered.

"Shut up!" another female soldier immediately scolded her, her eyes filled with fear.

She had witnessed Qin Feng's methods, and her intuition told her that this man would never act without a reason.

Just then, Qin Feng pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

An extremely muffled boom shook the minds of all the art troupe soldiers.

On top of a sand dune three hundred meters away, a cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded.

A sniper wearing a ghillie suit was killed on the spot.

It had to be said that he was hidden extremely well, but under Qin Feng's Danger Perception, it was all in vain.

The female soldiers collectively let out a short gasp, their eyes widening instantly.

There... there was actually someone hiding there? They hadn't seen anything just a moment ago!

Before the female soldiers could recover from their shock, Qin Feng had already pulled the bolt, the brass casing ejecting with a crisp sound as the second bullet was chambered.

His movements were fluid, dazzlingly fast.

"Bang!"

Another shot.

Five hundred meters to the left, behind a rock, another figure attempting to change positions suddenly froze, their head like a smashed watermelon, red and white matter splattering everywhere.

The female soldiers were completely stunned.

It wasn't that they hadn't seen gunfights, but they had never seen such terrifying sniping.

This was not a battle; this was a slaughter.

A one-sided, hair-raisingly precise slaughter.

That Dragon Country man was like a god of death standing high above, coldly pronouncing the death sentences of the enemies in the distance.

Every gunshot meant the end of a life.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Qin Feng fired continuously, the gunshots echoing across the vast Gobi Desert.

He didn't even move his position, only slightly adjusting the muzzle.

Every gunshot accurately hit a target they couldn't even detect.

One, two, three...

After the eighth gunshot, the world became completely quiet.

Only the sound of the wind and the gasps of the female soldiers remained.

Their faces were filled with a shock and fear that could not be described in words.

The Sand Wolf Special Forces team was absolutely the elite of the elites in Yang Country, with every member being a battle-hardened Soldier King.

But now, this elite team that struck fear into the hearts of enemies had been wiped out by one person's gun, without even firing a shot, completely unable to fight back.

This Dragon Country man... what kind of monster was he exactly?

Even Yaro was incredibly shocked; although she had sensed an unusual aura, she definitely couldn't have found these people in such a short time.

Most importantly, this "Sand Wolf" Special Forces team belonged to the same Special Forces unit as her "Snow Wolf" team.

These people couldn't even last one round in the Chef's hands.

Terrifying!

Too terrifying!

What was most terrifying was that almost every one of the Chef's shots was a blind shot, and wherever the bullets went, someone inevitably died.

For the first time, Yaro felt the gap between herself and the Chef.

The same weapons, the same skills, the same awareness, but the gap between the two was just as vast.

Finally, she began to feel lingering fear, grateful that she had suppressed her inner impulses along the way.

If she had really had the thought of shooting to kill, she feared the other party's bullet would have hit her first.

A drop of cold sweat trickled down Yaro's forehead.

At this very moment.

Qin Feng slowly stood up, put the sniper rifle back on the horse's back, and brushed the sand off his hands.

"Continue on our way."

The voice was still flat, but this time, no one dared to have any distracting thoughts.

The way the female captives looked at Qin Feng had changed from initial hatred to awe stemming from the instinct for survival.

In front of such a powerful person, any thought of resistance seemed ridiculous and ignorant.

The group started moving again, but the atmosphere was completely different.

Before, they were forced to move forward.

Now, they were following willingly.

Because they finally understood a cruel truth.

In this deadly Gobi Desert, only by following behind this man was it possible to survive.

He was their only chance of survival.

Night fell, and the group found a sheltered rock face to camp.

After dealing with the spoils of war, Qin Feng threw a few cans of captured military rations to Lanna, signaling her to distribute them.

This time, there was significantly less food than the day before.

The female soldiers took the food and devoured it ravenously.

Too hungry, really too hungry. Both tired and hungry!

If this continued, perhaps they would die from exhaustion before reaching the border.

The fear of death loomed over every captive.

If they starved to death in this desolate Gobi Desert, their only fate would be to be buried in the bellies of wolves.

Thinking of this, many of the female captives' minds became active.

Their eyes couldn't help but glance towards Qin Feng's side.

The silence was finally broken by an art troupe female soldier.

Her name was Alima, the prettiest one in the art troupe, with a pair of expressive, large eyes.

Alima hesitated for a moment, then finally gathered her courage and walked cautiously to Qin Feng's side.

"Officer..." Her voice was soft and gentle, carrying a hint of timidity, "I'm really so hungry. Could you please give me a little more to eat?"

She leaned forward slightly, deliberately revealing her well-proportioned figure.

Qin Feng didn't even lift his eyelids, just staring at the dancing flames.

"No!"

A flicker of embarrassment flashed across Alima's face, but she didn't give up.

She quickly knelt down, moved her whole body closer, and reached her hands around to Qin Feng's back, attempting to give him a massage.

"Officer, I know how to give a massage. You've been working too hard. Let me help you relax."

This action stunned everyone.

The rest of the female soldiers were first taken aback, then their eyes became complicated.

There was disdain, but more of it was thoughtful contemplation.

Although Alima's approach was crass, it woke them up.

Yes, if they wanted to survive, if they didn't want to starve to death, they had to please this man who held the power of life and death over them.

Dignity? In the face of survival, dignity was worthless.

Immediately, another sweet-looking female soldier also made a move.

She took off her headscarf, walked behind Qin Feng, and said softly:

"Officer, let me fan you. It's too hot by the fire."

For a moment, the atmosphere became subtle.