218: Chapter 218 Thrilling! Braving the Minefield with "Military Merit"

Three hours passed.

In front of Qin Feng, a safe passage marked by over a hundred small flags had appeared.

He stood in the passage and looked back.

That group of female prisoners was currently like a crowd of fanatical sports fans, each stretching their necks, faces filled with nervousness.

Every time he successfully dismantled a mine, a muffled cheer would erupt from the crowd.

It made Qin Feng himself feel a bit confused.

Whose side are these people on, anyway? I'm your enemy, hey!

If you cheer for me like this and your officers find out, won't they drag you out and shoot you for five minutes?

He shook his head, too lazy to bother with these women with such peculiar thought processes, took a drink of water, and continued to bury himself in his work.

military merit!

Shining military merit was beckoning to him!

His motivation was instantly full again!

As the sun set and the last rays of light were about to disappear on the horizon, Qin Feng straightened his aching back.

He stood at the other end of the minefield; behind him was a five-kilometer-long road of life, filled with hundreds of small flags.

It was winding, tortuous, and even a bit ugly.

But... ahead... was the border of the Dragon Country!

Qin Feng gazed into the distance.

At the end of the skyline, he seemed to be able to see the silhouette of a continuous barbed-wire fence.

And even the flag of the Dragon Country!

An indescribable excitement suddenly surged into his heart.

It's been a month.

On this strange land, escaping, fighting, and stirring up the entire military of the Yang Country.

Finally, leading a large group of female prisoners, he had forced a bloody path out of the Gobi Desert hell.

The feeling of going home is really damn good!

Soon, Qin Feng suppressed his inner excitement and returned the way he came.

Naturally, when the women saw the Chef again, their eyes had changed.

"It's too late today; crossing the minefield at night is too risky."

"Rest in place, and we'll set off at dawn tomorrow."

His words were orders.

No one had any objections.

Night fell, the temperature in the Gobi Desert plummeted, and the cold wind was like a knife.

There was no food, no water.

Everyone huddled around a small bonfire, snuggling together, relying on each other's body heat to resist the bone-chilling cold.

Hunger and exhaustion were like two poisonous snakes, gnawing at their bodies and wills.

But strangely, no one complained.

Lanna silently snuggled into Qin Feng's arms; perhaps this was the last night.

Qin Feng did not refuse, just changed to a comfortable position and held the Russian Girl tight.

Yaro sat on the other side, hesitated for a long time, and finally moved over, asking in a low voice:

"How did you determine that there was no anti-lift device under those modified PMN-2 mines?"

Qin Feng glanced at her and said indifferently: "Instinct."

The corners of Yaro's mouth twitched.

Instinct?

I give up! I really give up!

Why didn't your instinct get you blown up!

She wanted to ask more, but Qin Feng had already closed his eyes, leaning against a rock, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

This night was incredibly long.

When the eastern sky began to show a hint of white, everyone was frozen awake.

Qin Feng opened his eyes, his spirit exceptionally full.

He stood up, moved his stiff body, and quickly issued an order.

"Get up! We must reach the Dragon Country today!"

The Dragon Country!

For each of them, it was a strange country.

Rumor had it that it was terrible there, that the people of the Dragon Country were barbaric, backward, even very backward.

These messages from the internet were things they had been hearing since they were young.

Now that they were really going to the Dragon Country, everyone was worried again.

Will they die when they get to the Dragon Country?

They heard that people there would... they dared not think any further, only feeling their legs as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Qin Feng didn't care what they were thinking.

A group of walking military merit, besides their gender, what fundamental difference was there between them and the fat sheep in the sheep pen?

The only difference was that sheep could be exchanged for money, and they could be exchanged for military merit.

His task was to bring these female prisoners back to the Dragon Country alive.

For this, he had to ensure everything was foolproof; he specifically demonstrated how to cross the minefield.

He glanced at the women huddled together, still shivering in their sleep, his eyes devoid of any tenderness.

"Line up! Quick!"

The female prisoners gave a start, waking up from their nightmares one after another.

"What... what is he doing?" a female prisoner asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, he wouldn't want to walk it again, would he?"

"He's crazy, he's really crazy..."

Qin Feng walked very slowly, telling them the precautions as he walked.

For safety's sake, he also secretly had the bionic spider monitor every move of these people.

It wasn't that he didn't trust his own technology, but that he didn't trust this group of women, especially the character of some of them.

What if some blind one wanted to sabotage the people behind? Wouldn't that military merit go down the drain?

Better safe than sorry.

Especially a woman like Tuoya, the way she looked at him, she might as well have had the words "I want you dead" carved on her forehead.

After confirming the path was absolutely safe, Qin Feng returned again, the whole process smooth and fluid, as if he were just taking a walk in his own backyard.

Qin Feng took out a walkie-talkie from his backpack and threw it to Yaro.

"Yaro, you go first."

Yaro caught the walkie-talkie subconsciously and looked up.

"Me?"

"Yes, you." Qin Feng was concise.

"I believe you know what to do. When you get to the other side, use this to notify me."

This was an order, and also a form of disguised recognition.

Among everyone present, only Yaro had the highest military literacy and the strongest psychological quality.

Letting her go first could both set an example for the rabble behind and also ensure Lanna's safety to the greatest extent.

After all, her leg injury hadn't healed yet, and leaving her alone to face this group of female prisoners could very likely lead to problems.

Qin Feng had planned everything long ago to ensure everything was foolproof.

At this moment.

Yaro gripped the walkie-talkie in her hand, looked at the path filled with cloth flags, and then looked at Qin Feng.

Forget it! If I die, I die!

Getting blown up and dying for my country is better than being bullied by this pervert.

Yaro didn't ask any more questions, simply steeled her heart, tucked the walkie-talkie at her waist, and turned to walk toward the minefield.

Seeing this scene.

The hearts of the female prisoners were in their throats once again.

Lanna nervously clenched her fists, her palms full of sweat.

Soon, Yaro took the first step, closed her eyes, and stepped down heavily.

A drop of cold sweat ran down her forehead.

It didn't explode!

It really didn't explode!

That pervert didn't lie!

Consequently, she boldly took the second step.

Still safe.

The third step, the fourth step, were all the same.

Yaro was relieved, following the marked flags all the way without obstruction.

Before she knew it, Yaro's figure appeared at the other end of the minefield.

She stood there and looked back, not expecting that she had really made it across.

After a slight crackle of static, Yaro's slightly breathless voice came through Qin Feng's walkie-talkie.

"I've arrived, it's safe."

A few simple words made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

A muffled cheer erupted from the crowd.

"She succeeded! She succeeded!"

"Oh my god, it's really possible to get across!"

"Great! We won't be blown up!"