216: Chapter 216 Mine Clearance! I'm familiar with this stuff.

The female captives were all scared into silence by the scene just now, kneeling on the ground with their heads buried even lower.

They were terrified that this man from the Dragon Kingdom would go crazy and throw them in like stones.

Tuoya lay on the ground, already sobbing uncontrollably, her eyes filled only with pleading.

"Now, do you understand?" Qin Feng asked coldly.

The women nodded frantically like chickens pecking at rice, their bodies trembling like chaff sieves.

Lanna heaved a long sigh of relief, her tense body instantly relaxing, only to discover that her back was soaked with cold sweat.

So... the Chef was scaring them on purpose.

This man, although his methods were cruel, seemed... to still have a tiny bit of humanity?

Whether Qin Feng had humanity or not was unknown; he was simply reluctant to lose his military merit.

With his goal achieved, he could now focus on Mine Clearing with peace of mind.

Soon, he took all his belongings out of his backpack: a few rolls of medical tape and some scattered metal parts.

He even tore his own tattered jacket into strips of cloth, and using wire, began to make simple marker flags.

Yaro saw this and instantly understood the Chef's intentions.

This madman actually wanted to perform Mine Clearing in this five-kilometer-long mixed minefield with nothing but this scrap metal?

She immediately gasped.

This is simply a fantasy!

The minefield in this area contained a wide variety of mines, both old and new, and the fuses of some older mines were extremely unstable.

Not to mention humans, even a passing gerbil could set one off.

Let alone her, even well-equipped combat engineers, facing such a five-kilometer-long death zone, wouldn't dare guarantee they could come out unscathed.

And the Chef, just relying on a dagger and a few strips of rags?

"Are you crazy?" Yaro finally couldn't help but speak up.

"This is simply impossible! Let's take a detour; even if we have to walk dozens of kilometers more, it's better than throwing our lives away here!"

Qin Feng didn't even look up, his hands moving quickly, skillfully tying the cloth strips to the wire to secure them.

Hearing Yaro's words, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. He turned his head to look at her, his eyes carrying a hint of mockery.

"What? Worried about me?"

"You!" Yaro was choked by his words, her pretty face turning cold, and she was instantly infuriated.

This stinking bastard! Big pervert!

What time is it, and he's still in the mood to joke around.

She was clearly thinking about everyone's safety and kindly reminding him, yet this guy was actually in the mood to tease her!

If any other man dared to speak to her in this tone, she would have already stabbed him with a dagger.

But... the other party was the Chef.

Angry as she was, her chest inexplicably welled up with a strange feeling—angry and anxious, with a trace of... worry that she didn't want to admit even to herself.

Lanna also walked over, looking at the simple tools in Qin Feng's hands, her brows furrowed tightly.

"Chef, this is too dangerous. How much confidence do you have?"

"Mine Clearing is something I'm familiar with."

Qin Feng finished making the last marker flag and brushed the dust off his hands.

"Don't worry, it's just a minefield, it's not a big problem."

"A detour is impossible; we don't have the conditions to take a detour right now."

"Once I finish Mine Clearing, we can go through. Just follow my markings then."

The more relaxed he sounded, the more Lanna and Yaro's hearts sank.

As for the female captives who had just been scared out of their wits, they now plucked up the courage to secretly look up and observe.

Their feelings were extremely complicated.

A portion of them, especially Tuoya who had just been scared into wetting herself, had a glint of malice in her eyes, wishing this devil would just be blown into smithereens.

While another, more timid portion was silently praying in their hearts, hoping the Chef would survive.

Because they knew clearly that once this man died, no one here would be able to walk out of this Gobi Desert.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Feng.

Life and death, hope and despair, all depended on him alone.

Qin Feng tucked the dozens of small flags he had made into his waist, picked up his dagger, and walked to the edge of the minefield.

The moment he crouched down, the entire ground instantly looked different.

Through the information fed back by the bionic spider, everything within his sight was covered by countless flashing red marker points, densely packed, extending all the way to the edge of his vision.

Every red dot was a landmine.

He scanned it, quickly planning a "safe" path in his mind where the red dots were most sparse.

The so-called safety was only relative.

At this very moment.

Except for Lanna, everyone stayed far away from him, huddled together, terrified that if his hand slipped, he would take them with him.

"He... is he really going to do the Mine Clearing himself?"

A timid female captive said in a trembling voice, hiding behind her companion, only daring to reveal her eyes.

"Using that knife? And those rags?" Another female soldier was full of disbelief.

"Is he crazy? How is this any different from throwing his life away?"

"I think he's just putting on a show, trying to scare us again."

A female soldier who knew a little bit about military affairs lowered her voice, her tone full of suspicion.

"In this kind of mixed minefield, even without professional equipment, you're just flying blind. Who does he think he is?"

Tuoya clutched her scalp, which was still aching faintly, staring at the Chef's back with venomous eyes, and whispered curses to the people around her.

"Just wait and see, he'll be blown into minced meat soon! This kind of devil deserves to go to hell!"

"Keep your voice down!" The person next to her quickly covered her mouth.

"What if he doesn't die and hears you? Then we'll be the ones who die!"

Qin Feng heard these whispers clearly, but he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to them.

A bunch of women with long hair and short knowledge—arguing with them would be beneath him.

With the tip of his dagger, he gently brushed away the surface sand, his movements as soft as if he were caressing a lover's skin.

Time passed minute by minute.

The female captives went from their initial nervousness to slowly becoming impatient.

"What is he doing? Does he even know how? It's been almost ten minutes, and he's just digging in the sand over there?"

"I told you he couldn't do it. Look at him, clumsy and awkward—he doesn't look like he knows how to do Mine Clearing at all."

"It's over, we're all going to die here... He's just stalling for time..."

Their discussion grew louder and louder, and the feeling of despair began to spread again.

In their view, Qin Feng had been fiddling around for a long time without even clearing a single mine; this was clearly an amateur messing around.

Qin Feng had indeed encountered a small problem.

Damn it, his luck was really something else.

He hit the jackpot on the very first one.

This wasn't just a simple landmine.

Buried under the sand was a PMN-2 anti-personnel blast mine. This type of mine had a simple structure but immense power; if you stepped on it, even a god couldn't save you.

But what was deadly was that underneath this mine, a POMZ-2 tripwire mine was connected in series.

Even more insidious, the person who laid the mines had installed a simple anti-handling device between the two mines; as long as the PMN-2 above was moved or lifted by even the slightest angle, it would immediately detonate the tripwire mine below.

Double insurance, a chain kill.

The guy who laid these mines was definitely a black-hearted and vicious old hand.

If any other Mine Clearing expert came, facing this kind of crudely modified "parent-child chain mine," they would probably have their scalp tingling and would request heavy artillery to clear the area.

But who was Qin Feng?

In his past life, the number of mines he had dismantled was more than the salt these women had eaten.

Things like "Claymores," "booby-trap arrays," and "pressure-sensing triggers"—he was tired of playing with them.

The one in front of him, although insidious, was just a slightly more complex toy in his eyes.

"Chef..." Lanna's voice sounded from behind him, carrying obvious anxiety.

"How about... we don't take the risk."

"It doesn't matter if you can't dismantle it, really, let's think of another way."