227: Chapter 227 Private Qin Feng, please

Upon hearing this news, Platoon Leader Long Zhan's hand trembled involuntarily.

The wine glass fell to the floor with a "clatter."

Inside the office.

Chen Mo and Tie Zhu's sobbing stopped abruptly; both men jerked their heads up, staring intensely at Platoon Leader Long Zhan.

"Say that again! What is his name?!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan roared into his phone, the veins on his neck bulging.

The person on the other end of the line was startled by his intensity and quickly repeated:

"Qin Feng! He said his name is Qin Feng! Codename Chef. He said as long as we find you, he can prove his identity!"

Qin Feng... Chef... These two words exploded in Platoon Leader Long Zhan's mind like two claps of thunder.

He felt all the blood in his body rush to his head in an instant, and even his breathing stalled.

"Are you saying Qin Feng isn't dead? Where... where is he now?!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan's voice trembled.

"He is right outside our outpost. Platoon Leader Long, the situation is a bit complicated."

"He is not alone; he brought a group of foreign women of unknown identity, intending to cross the border illegally."

"One of them has a high fever, and we suspect the possibility of enemy infiltration, so we haven't allowed them to enter yet. We need you to come and identify them in person."

"I... I'm coming right away! Watch him! No! Take care of him! Give him food, give him water! If he loses a single hair, I'll tear your outpost apart!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan hung up the phone, practically roaring.

He stood rooted to the spot, like a statue, frozen for a full ten seconds.

Then, he slapped his thigh hard and let out a thunderous roar.

"Chef! Chef might still be alive!"

This shout used up all his strength, vibrating the window glass with a hum.

Chen Mo and Tie Zhu were completely stunned.

The tear stains on their faces hadn't even dried, and their mouths were agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

What does that mean! The memorial service just finished, and you're telling me Chef might still be alive?

The next second, Platoon Leader Long Zhan moved.

He moved like a gust of wind, sweeping up the jacket from the coat rack; he didn't even have time to put it on, simply throwing it over his shoulders. He grabbed the car keys from the table and rushed toward the door like a madman.

"Pla... Platoon Leader..." Tie Zhu stammered, still unable to process what was happening.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan had already pulled the door open and roared without looking back: "You two, wait for me! Wait until I bring that kid... bring that kid back in one piece!"

Before his words had faded, he had already disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Chen Mo and Tie Zhu looked at each other, completely bewildered!

Just a moment ago they were mourning, and now... he's alive?

What the hell is going on?

"Boom!" Downstairs. A military off-road vehicle shot into the pouring rain like an arrow released from a bow.

In the car, Platoon Leader Long Zhan gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his eyes locked on the road ahead.

The windshield wipers moved rapidly, and the world outside the window became blurred in the curtain of rain.

But in Platoon Leader Long Zhan's mind, there was only one thought. "Chef, it better be you! It has to be you!"

Northern border of the Dragon Kingdom, Outpost 73.

Tonight's rain seemed as if it wanted to punch a hole in the sky. The torrential rain mixed with gale-force winds, whipping up sand and stones that slammed against the barbed wire of the border line, making crisp "pitter-patter" sounds.

Two high-powered searchlights shone bright beams, illuminating Qin Feng and the others below.

On the ramparts, countless fully armed soldiers had their weapons loaded, and machine gunners were also in position.

If anyone dared to cross the border illegally, they would undoubtedly be riddled with bullets.

In the wind and rain, Qin Feng stood tall with the posture of a soldier, fully displaying the might of a Dragon Kingdom soldier, remaining motionless regardless of how the rain battered him.

Behind him were a series of swaying figures. The group of female captives had long since reached their limit, shivering in the cold wind.

Their stamina was exhausted, and they were only holding on by their last breath, but no one knew how much longer they would have to wait here.

On horseback, Lanna had already fallen into a semi-conscious state, muttering nonsense.

"Commander, they have been standing there for almost half an hour." A young sentry leaned into the Commander's ear and lowered his voice.

"The leader is like he's made of iron; he hasn't moved an inch. The women behind him are about to collapse."

The Commander raised his binoculars, his brow furrowed. "Wait a little longer. Sharp Sword Base has already replied; Platoon Leader Long Zhan is on his way."

"Before identity is confirmed, no one is allowed to cross the border. This is a strict order!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a screeching sound of tires came from the distance.

A military off-road vehicle kicked up mud and water, fishtailed to a sharp stop, and parked steadily at the outpost gate.

The car door was shoved open, and Platoon Leader Long Zhan didn't even have time to open an umbrella; he rushed directly into the curtain of rain.

"Where are they?! Where are they?!"

"Platoon Leader Long, please calm down!" The Commander was startled by his appearance and quickly stepped forward to steady him. "They are right outside, look..."

Platoon Leader Long Zhan snatched the binoculars.

In the curtain of rain, that figure, familiar beyond measure, stood straight and tall.

Although thin and disheveled, that soldier's temperament carved into his bones, that unruly posture—Platoon Leader Long Zhan would recognize him even if he were reduced to ashes!

It's him! It really is him!

"Chef..." Platoon Leader Long Zhan's lips trembled, and his eyes instantly turned red.

The suppression, self-reproach, and grief of the past month erupted at this moment like a bursting flood.

"Open the gate! Open the gate for me, now!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan turned abruptly and roared at the Commander.

"Platoon Leader Long, this is against regulations..."

"Screw the regulations!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan grabbed him by the collar, his eyes red as if he wanted to eat someone.

"That is my soldier! I'll stake my life on it!"

"If anything happens, I, Platoon Leader Long Zhan, will take full responsibility! Open the gate!"

The Commander was intimidated by his intensity. Seeing Platoon Leader Long Zhan's desperate stance, he hesitated for a few seconds, then finally gritted his teeth.

"Open the gate!"

The heavy iron gate slowly opened a crack with a "creak."

Platoon Leader Long Zhan, like a tiger released from a cage, was the first to rush out. He stopped a few steps away, looking Qin Feng up and down.

Chef had gotten thinner! And darker! His clothes were tattered, as if he had just escaped from a disaster.

"You kid..." Platoon Leader Long Zhan was too overcome with emotion to know what to say. A thousand words eventually condensed into these three.

He reached out, wanting to pat Qin Feng on the shoulder, but was afraid he might shatter him.

Qin Feng looked at Platoon Leader Long Zhan, the corners of his mouth curling up to reveal a set of white teeth.

"Platoon Leader, I'm back."

He slowly raised his right arm and gave a standard military salute.

His voice was not loud, but it pierced through the sound of the pouring rain, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Sharp Sword Base, Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon, Private Qin Feng! Mission accomplished, requesting to return to the unit!"

The words were spoken with resounding force! After saying this, the nerves he had kept taut for a month finally relaxed completely.

His vision went black, his body could no longer hold up, and he collapsed straight backward. "Qin Feng!"