49: Chapter 49 Shocking! A coalition of over a hundred men was chased and beaten by just three people.

The medic carrying the stretcher was startled by her expression and hurriedly explained, "It's not... it's not Qin Feng!"

Upon hearing those four words, Li Qingxue's tense body instantly went limp, and she finally felt relieved.

As long as it is not him.

As long as it is not him...

Before this immense sense of relief could fully occupy her heart, a deeper worry surged up like a tide.

The person on the stretcher is from the Seventh Squad, so what about Qin Feng? What about Zhao Hu and Li Lang?

There were only three of them left.

Did something happen to them...

She forced herself to calm down, walked forward, and saw the person on the stretcher clearly.

It was Li Lang.

At this moment, Li Lang's face was painted with camouflage, and his body was covered in dirt and grass clippings.

One leg was splinted, and his expression was a mix of pain and a trace of... eerie excitement?

"I... I'm still alive..."

Li Lang opened his eyes, saw the circle of people around him, and spoke weakly.

"I've returned from hell, brothers!"

Li Qingxue immediately crouched down to check his injuries: "Where are you hurt? What happened?"

"My leg... my leg..."

Li Lang pointed to his splinted right leg and gasped.

"Brother Feng said it might be a hairline fracture."

A fracture!

Li Qingxue's heart tightened again. Although this wasn't considered a serious injury in the exercise, being on the leg, it would severely affect mobility.

"Were you hit by the enemy?"

She asked while carefully examining him.

Li Lang's face instantly flushed red. He stammered for a long time before finally forcing out a sentence.

"No... it's not... It was a trap I set myself. I forgot the location and stepped right into it..."

"..."

The whole place fell silent.

The surrounding "wounded" had expressions ranging from shock to amusement; they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, holding it in until their faces turned purple.

This guy is quite the talent!

An absolute troll move, taking himself out?

Is that you, show-off?

Li Qingxue was also speechless. After checking, she found it was just a severe ankle sprain, not a fracture, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As she dressed Li Lang's wound, she couldn't help but ask:

"What... exactly happened to you guys? You're the only one who came back? What about Qin Feng and Zhao Hu?"

This question was also what everyone present wanted to know.

At the mention of this, Li Lang instantly perked up, the half-dead look from just a moment ago completely vanishing.

He struggled to sit up, but Li Qingxue pressed him back down.

"Don't move!"

"No! I must tell you!"

Li Lang was so excited that his face turned red, and he waved his arms as if he were a hero who had just returned from an epic battlefield.

"You can't even imagine! That wasn't an exercise! That was hell!"

"Hundreds of people! A massive crowd, covering the mountains and plains, surrounding the three of us! We couldn't escape even if we had wings!"

His voice was full of dramatic tension, successfully capturing everyone's attention.

"We were surrounded! Out of ammunition and food! At that moment, I thought, it's over, it's a barbecue, but it's been a life worth living; being able to die alongside Brother Feng, it's not a loss!"

"But!"

His tone shifted, and his eyes shot out a gleam of worship.

"Do you know what Brother Feng said?"

"He said, 'Very good, saves me from having to look for you one by one.'"

Hiss—

A collective gasp sounded all around.

What incredible dominance!

"Then, the battle began!"

Li Lang's voice became impassioned.

"You think it was a gunfight? A positional war? Wrong!"

"That was art! It was a one-sided slaughter!"

"Brother Feng, he is not human! He is a ghost! A phantom in the jungle!"

"He made us throw away everything on us that could make noise, carrying only knives and guns, weaving through the jungle.

He could even judge the enemy's position by the sound of the wind, and determine how many people there were and when they had passed by using the footprints on the ground!"

"The most terrifying thing is that Brother Feng's camouflage skills are too strong."

"If I hadn't been prepared in advance, I would have truly been fooled by his camouflage, let alone anyone else."

"We were like three poisoned daggers, precisely stabbing into the enemy's heart!"

"Assassination! Do you understand? It means sneaking up behind you without you even knowing! We took out squad after squad!"

"We always appeared when they were at their most relaxed, hit them, and ran—never lingering in the fight!"

"Those people were driven to a mental breakdown by us!"

"They didn't dare to sleep at night, didn't dare to start fires to cook, and even went to the bathroom in groups of three or five, afraid that a 'Qin King' would suddenly pop out of the grass!"

"We even played psychological warfare! We stole their supplies and replaced them with stones painted with ghost faces!"

"We used branches to spell out 'You are next' on the paths they had to take! They were driven almost insane!"

The more Li Lang talked, the more excited he became, as if he himself were that king of the jungle.

"Let me tell you, don't look at me lying here like this; that's a tactical injury! It was to deceive the enemy and create an excellent opportunity for Brother Feng and the others to launch a surprise attack!"

"Right now, they must have already snuck into Wei Kai and Shi Lei's main base!"

"Just wait and see! Today is the day of deification!"

Listening to Li Lang's exaggerated and passionate account, the entire medical camp fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Two people, chasing and beating over a hundred?

And driving the other side to a nervous breakdown?

Is this something a human can actually do?

Li Qingxue silently bandaged Li Lang's wound, her inner shock beyond measure.

She could imagine the dangerous situation Qin Feng and Zhao Hu were in right now.

That wasn't a game; if they were even slightly careless, they would be riddled with paintballs by the swarming "enemies."

Her palms were already covered in cold sweat.

Qin Feng, you must... be careful.

...

Deep in the jungle.

Qin Feng and Zhao Hu, like two shadows blending into the environment, silently crawled through a bush.

Li Lang's "sacrifice" had indeed created an opportunity for them.

After Li Lang was carried away, everyone thought the Seventh Squad had reached a dead end.

With only two people left, they were not considered a threat, so vigilance naturally dropped.

And this was exactly the result Qin Feng wanted.

"Brother Feng, up ahead is their temporary camp."

Zhao Hu lowered his voice and observed with binoculars.

"Wei Kai and Shi Lei are both there. There are over twenty outposts on the perimeter, both overt and covert, and the defense is very tight."

Qin Feng's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's.

He had long since figured out the entire layout of the camp through "Danger Perception."

A frontal assault would be suicide.

The only way was to create chaos.

"Do you remember the signal gun we captured?" Qin Feng asked in a low voice.

Zhao Hu's eyes lit up: "I remember!"

"Go to the hillside two hundred meters to the south, and set off those smoke grenades and the signal gun together. Make as much noise as you can."

Qin Feng calmly assigned the task.

"Understood!"

Zhao Hu nodded, without the slightest hesitation, and like a nimble cat, quietly disappeared into the jungle.

Qin Feng stared fixedly at the direction of the camp, waiting for the right moment.

A few minutes later.

"Whoosh—bang!"

A red signal flare, trailing a long tail of fire, exploded in the southern sky!

Immediately after, several thick plumes of colored smoke shot up into the sky.

"What's happening?"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! To the south!"

"Quick! Squad One and Squad Two, follow me to the south and check it out!"