214: Chapter 214 Minefield! This is the real hell!

With two people taking the lead, the remaining female captives, after experiencing intense internal struggle, also closed their eyes one by one, pinched their noses, and drank a few mouthfuls in turns, as if they were drinking poison.

The desire to survive eventually overcame dignity and disgust.

Qin Feng watched them, his heart completely calm.

He used his dagger to quickly peel off the wolf skin, cut up the wolf meat, and roasted it simply over the fire.

The half-cooked wolf meat became their main food for the next two days.

The next two days were an infinite cycle of hell.

Struggling under the scorching sun during the day, trembling in the cold wind at night.

Qin Feng's "big pie" and threats became their only spiritual pillar.

"You must finish fifteen kilometers today. If you can't, everyone's dinner will be halved."

"Hey you, don't think I didn't see you hiding water on the sly. If there's a next time, you won't get to drink at all."

"See that sand dune ahead? Get over it, and I'll let you rest for ten more minutes."

He was like the harshest foreman, using the cruelest methods to squeeze out the last bit of potential from these women.

They hated him and feared him, yet they had to rely on him.

Because everyone understood that only by following this devil could they possibly survive.

The dusk of the third day.

Everyone had reached their limit.

Their consciousness was already blurred; they were just moving their legs mechanically.

Several people had started hallucinating, shouting nonsense.

Yaro's lips were cracked in several places, and with every step she took, she felt like the soles of her feet were being burned by fire.

Looking at the figure leading the horse ahead, she almost thought it was Tang Seng.

Just as all the female soldiers were teetering on the brink, Qin Feng, who was walking at the very front, suddenly stopped.

Qin Feng didn't turn his head; he just raised his hand and pointed forward.

"Listen."

Listen? Listen to what? The sound of the wind? Or her own drumming heartbeat?

Yaro tilted her ear to listen, and in the howling wind, she seemed to catch a strange sound.

Splash... Splash...

The sound was very faint, but like the sound of heaven, it drilled into her ears.

Is it... the sound of water?!

As soon as this thought arose, she denied it herself.

It must be a hallucination. This is deep in the Gobi Desert; how could there be water?

But the sound became clearer and clearer.

There was a commotion in the ranks.

"Water... I heard water!"

"I heard it too! It's real!"

Qin Feng mounted his horse and slowly climbed the last sand ridge ahead.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, on the other side of the sand ridge, a winding stream flowed quietly along the dry riverbed.

Dead silence. Absolute dead silence.

Everyone was stunned, as if hit by a freezing spell, staring blankly at the stream, unable to believe their own eyes.

The next second, someone let out a scream mixed with ecstatic joy and sobbing.

"Water—!"

This scream was like pressing a start button.

All the female captives erupted with the last strength of their lives, scrambling down the sand ridge and rushing toward the stream.

They fell, but immediately climbed back up, not even caring about their mouths full of sand.

They rushed to the stream like this, burying their entire faces in the cool water, gulping it down, not caring if they choked, coughing a few times, and then continuing to drink.

At this moment, the female captives cried and laughed, fully enjoying this sweet rain after escaping death.

Yaro didn't lose composure like they did, but she also walked quickly to the stream, cupped a handful of water, and splashed it on her face.

The cold touch made her instantly sober up.

Qin Feng cupped a handful of water and drank a few gulps with relish.

The cold stream water slid down his throat, and he felt refreshed.

This place is not suitable for a long stay. Although a water source brings life, it also attracts other "guests," whether they are beasts or pursuers.

"Alright, get up!" Qin Feng's voice was not loud: "Fill all the water bags and get ready to go."

The women, who had just crawled back from the edge of hell, froze and looked at him in disbelief.

They had just found water and hadn't even caught their breath, and now they had to continue on the road?

"We... we just..." a female soldier plucked up the courage to protest.

"Shut up." Qin Feng couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with her; he directly untied all the food supplies from the horse's back, which was their last ration.

He threw the things on the ground, making a dull sound.

"Eat these, and let's go. We must reach the border before dark."

"This is the last meal, and it's a meal of burning the bridges behind us; you have no way back."

"You must arrive; that is an order!"

Burning the bridges. The women looked at the pitiful food on the ground, then at Qin Feng's cold face, and swallowed all their protests.

They knew in their hearts that if this man said something, he would do it.

No one spoke again, and the atmosphere instantly shifted from ecstasy to solemnity.

They silently shared the food, devouring it hungrily.

Even so, it only filled their stomachs slightly, and the hunger still haunted them.

But at least they had some strength in their bodies, and mentally, they had a grit born from being pushed to the edge.

After resting, the team set off again.

Qin Feng glanced at the map in the red treasure book; only the last ten kilometers remained.

The feeling of going home, it's f*cking great!

At this moment, he began to calculate what to do after returning.

Bringing back so many captives this time, the system rewards would definitely be generous enough to make him wake up laughing in his dreams.

Platoon Leader Long's icy face, which never changed in ten thousand years, would probably bloom with joy.

And Company Commander Zhou, that old guy would definitely praise him.

It's been a month; when he gets back, he'll find Old Wang to cook a special meal, get some heavy dishes—braised pork is a must, the kind that melts in your mouth...

The more he thought about it, the more pleased Qin Feng felt.

He didn't expect this mission to bring him to the Yang Country inexplicably, and after twists and turns, the harvest was huge.

In the future, he must strive for such good things; after all, he really wants to make progress.

Just like that, everyone braved the afternoon sun and actually walked five kilometers in just over two hours.

The dawn of victory seemed to be right in front of them.

Great! Great! Only five kilometers left; Qin Feng was so excited his heart almost jumped out.

Just at this moment, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his expression became extremely grave.

"Stop!" A low shout made everyone behind him shudder, and they subconsciously stopped.

There was a commotion in the ranks.

"What's wrong?" "Why stop? Isn't that just..."

Everyone looked in the direction of his gaze; ahead was a flat and open sandy area that stretched all the way to the skyline.

It looked no different from the road before.

A breeze blew by, and the sandy ground was silent, so quiet it made people panic.

Lanna and Yaro also frowned; they also didn't notice anything unusual, but they trusted Qin Feng's judgment.

This man's sense of smell for danger was even more sensitive than that of the wolf king on the Gobi Desert.

"What's going on?" Lanna asked in a low voice.

Qin Feng didn't answer, just narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at the seemingly harmless Gobi Desert ahead.

The image transmitted back by the bionic spider in his mind was a scarlet zone of death.

Less than ten centimeters underground, it was densely covered with high-brightness metal reaction points.

Round ones, square ones, long ones... various models, various specifications, like a field of death carefully planted.

Anti-personnel bounding mines, anti-tank mines, old-fashioned pressure-triggered mines, new-fashioned release-triggered mines...

Some were even covered in rust, with extremely poor stability; maybe a gust of wind blowing or a lizard crawling over would set them off.

A mixed minefield stretching five kilometers, with an unknown width.

This is the real hell!