220: Chapter 220 As expected, an unexpected event occurred!

Tuoya had decided that as soon as they got a little closer, she would throw this rock!

Yaro's gaze keenly caught Tuoya's suspicious movement.

She didn't make a sound, but inside, she was incredibly conflicted.

What should she do?

Call out a warning? That would be a complete betrayal of her country and compatriots, cementing her reputation as a traitor.

Remain silent? Watch helplessly as that man was blown to pieces?

For some reason, the mere thought of that scene made her heart ache so much she couldn't breathe.

If he died, she might be able to escape her status as a prisoner, but... did she really want that?

Reason and emotion!

Loyalty and selfishness!

They were battling fiercely in her mind.

Soon!

Two or three small dots were already visible in the minefield.

It was Chef, Lanna, and Chiyan.

Qin Feng carefully led Chiyan, using the Queens Whip to guide it step by step.

A horse is not a person; every step had to be controlled with pinpoint accuracy, or it would mean disaster.

Without the Queens Whip, Qin Feng would have had to abandon this old partner who had been through life and death with him.

Lanna was also doing well; although she was a bit slower, the journey had been safe so far.

About forty minutes passed.

The two figures were getting closer and closer, and they had already crossed more than half of the minefield.

Almost there!

Yaro gripped the rock in her palm; as soon as they got a little closer, it would be time.

At this moment, she was incredibly excited, wishing she could blow this Long Country man to bits right now.

Amidst the cheers of the prisoners, Qin Feng's figure drew closer, and it looked like he was about to walk out.

Tuoya was even prepared to make a desperate final move.

At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred!

"Bang."

A muffled sound.

Qin Feng stopped and instinctively turned his head to look.

For some reason, Lanna had collapsed, and her face looked terrible.

But her fall had landed her outside the marked area.

Yaro's pupils contracted sharply.

Tuoya was also stunned; she gripped the rock again, intending to see how things developed.

The other women didn't even dare to look, covering their eyes in fear.

However, the earth-shattering explosion they expected did not occur.

Dead silence.

Lanna lay there on the sandy ground, motionless, with the cold sand beneath her.

At that instant.

Qin Feng's back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Don't move!"

His voice was urgent, filled with unprecedented panic, as if he had used all his strength, "Don't you dare move!"

The very moment Lanna fell, his hearing, which far exceeded that of an ordinary person, clearly captured a faint sound.

Click... click... click-clack...

That was not the sound of a single landmine.

It was the sound of the fuses of at least three, perhaps even more, pressure-sensitive landmines being triggered!

Beneath Lanna was a meticulously set chain of landmines!

As long as she moved even slightly, trying to get up, or even just shifting her body to release any single pressure point...

Both she and Qin Feng would be blown to pieces in an instant!

Time!

Froze at this moment!

The sound of the wind!

The sound of heartbeats!

The sound of breathing!

...

All of this was amplified infinitely; everyone's eyes were fixed intently on the fallen Lanna.

Lanna's condition was very poor; she was weak all over, groggy, and felt extremely cold.

She even felt that breathing was becoming difficult, and it wasn't because of nervousness.

She wanted to move, to tell Chef she was okay.

"Don't... speak." Qin Feng's voice came again.

This time, his voice was extremely low, and he remained in a half-crouched position.

"Lanna, don't move! Adjust your breathing, slow it down, slow it down even more."

A drop of cold sweat had already rolled down his forehead.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

bionic spider, immediately scan the three-meter radius under Lanna and build a 3D model!

Hurry! Mark all pressure trigger points in red for me!

His brain issued commands in rapid succession, sweat dripping from his temple into the sand, disappearing instantly.

On the other side of the minefield, things had already descended into chaos.

"Oh my god! She fell!"

"She stepped on a landmine!"

"It's over... everything is over..."

"It's all over now, she's going to die!"

"No! We'll all die! If that man dies, we won't survive either!"

The female prisoners screamed in terror; the relief of having just escaped death was instantly replaced by an even deeper despair.

Some were so scared that their legs went weak, and they collapsed onto the ground again.

As for Tuoya, after her initial shock, a gleam of wild joy erupted in her eyes.

Truly, heaven is helping me!

She had originally wanted to blow this Long Country man to death herself.

It seems she doesn't need to do it herself now.

Yaro wanted to go up and help, but she was even more afraid that this group of arts troupe soldiers would lose control.

Most importantly, there was Tuoya, the ticking time bomb.

Besides, she knew that if she went up there, it wouldn't be of much use.

"Lanna! How are you?"

Tuoya suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs in a tone of twisted concern.

"Get up quickly! The ground is cold! You're pressing on a landmine; if you don't get up, it's going to explode!"

Her voice was sharp and loud, sounding particularly grating in the vast Gobi Desert.

As soon as these words came out, the already panicked female prisoners became even more chaotic.

A few of the timid ones had already started retreating, as if the place would turn into a sea of fire in the next second.

"Shut up!"

An icy reprimand, like a sword drawn from its scabbard, instantly pierced through Tuoya's screaming.

It was Yaro.

Her face was equally pale, but her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Frightened, Tuoya quickly fell silent and retreated into the crowd with her head down, though a glint of malice flashed in the corner of her eye.

Meanwhile.

In Qin Feng's mind, a 3D diagram composed of countless data streams had already been generated.

On the diagram, five bright red dots were densely distributed beneath Lanna's body.

PMN-2, a modified pressure-activated mine.

Type 72, an old but unstable plastic mine.

And three more were miniature landmines modeled after the M14, commonly known as "toe poppers"; they were small in size and low in explosive power, but extremely sensitive, often used as "triggers" to detonate larger quantities of explosives.

These five mines were connected in series, forming a perfect chain trap.

Lanna's body, perfectly and squarely, was pressing down on three of the trigger points.

As long as any major support point of her body was lifted, even by a few millimeters, the change in pressure would instantly detonate the entire minefield.

The power of that explosion would be enough to tear a living person into shreds of flesh.

And at the same time, it could turn a small half of the area into a sea of fire!

"Hoo..."

Qin Feng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air; this was going to be tricky.

There was no turning back.

The only way was to crawl over while Lanna remained motionless and manually dismantle the five landmines beneath her.

This was no longer just Mine Clearing.

This was performing the most precise surgical operation in the arms of death.

The patient couldn't move, the doctor couldn't shake, and the scalpel was the dagger in his hand.

"Lanna, listen."

Qin Feng's voice regained its calm.

"I'm going to crawl over now. During the whole process, no matter what you hear or feel, you absolutely must not move, understand?"

"...Un...understand." Lanna said in a daze; her condition looked a bit wrong.

"Good."

Qin Feng gently took off his backpack and placed it by his feet.

Then, like a gecko, he kept his body completely flat against the ground and inched forward toward Lanna, one inch at a time.

Every one of his movements was precise to the millimeter.

Every breath was controlled to be long and slow.

He knew that what they were competing against now wasn't just technique, but state of mind.

Whoever breaks first loses.

And the stakes were two lives.

The five-meter distance, at this moment, felt like a galaxy spanning life and death.

At this moment.

Everyone was holding their breath, and Yaro didn't even dare to blink.