88: Chapter 88: If I cripple him, it's on me; if I kill him, who's responsible?

Qin Feng glanced at the furious prisoners of war, then at Chen Mo, who was snickering on the side.

Finally, his gaze landed on Platoon Leader Long Zhan, who was not far away, looking up at the sky as if studying the shapes of the clouds.

Long Zhan stood straight and motionless, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

But Qin Feng keenly caught a fleeting, extremely slight twitch in his broad shoulders.

He was holding back laughter.

So that's how it is.

Qin Feng's mind instantly cleared.

This wasn't a show of power intended for the prisoners of war at all.

This was clearly a show of power meant for him, the new Cook!

In truth, Long Zhan just wanted to see what this new Cook was truly capable of.

When Qin Feng arrived at the Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon, Long Zhan had been against it, feeling that his superiors were becoming increasingly unreliable—how could they send over a university student who had only undergone two months of military training?

He had been furious at the time, but since it was an order from his superiors, he couldn't defy it and had to bite the bullet and accept it.

With Qin Feng here this time, he wanted to take this opportunity to give him a show of power.

Let this wet-behind-the-ears recruit see what a real battlefield is like!

Today's scene was a carefully orchestrated test.

The examiner was Long Zhan.

The test question was the provocation from this group of prisoners of war.

He wanted to see how this wet-behind-the-ears recruit, this "connected hire" forced upon him, would react to such a direct and primitive insult and challenge.

Would he be scared out of his wits, or would he charge in like a hot-headed fool?

Regardless of which it was, the measure of this recruit would be clear.

Upon realizing all this, Qin Feng was no longer angry.

He even found it somewhat amusing.

A show of power? A test?

He, Qin Feng, had dominated the battlefield in his previous life—would he be afraid of this?

"Blah blah blah! #%...&* %#! "

Seeing that Qin Feng didn't react, the bearded man cursed even more vigorously.

He even made an extremely insulting throat-slitting gesture at him.

"He's telling you to come over."

Chen Mo's "simultaneous interpretation" rang out at just the right moment.

"He says he's going to twist your head off and use it as a chamber pot."

Qin Feng ignored Chen Mo's fanning of the flames.

He simply moved slowly to insert the iron ladle in his hand back into the pot.

Then, he turned around and asked, in a flat, indifferent tone, toward Long Zhan.

"Platoon Leader, if I cripple him, it's on me. But if I kill him, whose responsibility is it?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

The cigarette in Chen Mo's mouth dropped to the ground with a "clatter."

Long Zhan's back, still supposedly studying the clouds, also stiffened abruptly.

He slowly turned around, his eyes filled with a trace of unconcealable shock and astonishment.

This kid... seems different from what I imagined.

Inside the prison cell, the few prisoners of war who were still clamoring, though they couldn't understand Qin Feng's words, could smell a hint of malice in his cold tone.

The jeering and cursing also unconsciously died down.

Long Zhan stared at Qin Feng for a full three seconds.

He wanted to see even the slightest trace of bravado or bluffing on the recruit's face.

But he was disappointed.

Qin Feng's gaze was as calm as a bottomless, icy pool, without a single ripple.

It was a kind of absolute self-confidence, a kind of indifference that viewed all things as mere straw dogs.

Long Zhan had only ever seen such a gaze on old, seasoned veterans.

How could a university student who had only undergone two months of military training possess such a gaze?

For the first time, Long Zhan felt a genuine sense of curiosity about this "connected hire."

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Kid, you've got quite the attitude."

He didn't answer Qin Feng's question directly, but instead pointed to the most arrogant bearded man in the prison cell.

"See him? A Yang Country scout, sergeant rank, one man can take down three of our average soldiers."

"If you can last ten moves against him, from now on, you'll be in charge of the Mess Squad in the Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon."

"If you can't..."

Long Zhan dragged out his voice, his eyes becoming playful.

"Then you'll go back to where you came from, and be good about it."

"Whether you're flipping ladles or flying to the heavens, I don't care as long as I don't have to look at you."

"Platoon Leader."

Qin Feng interrupted him, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold arc.

"No need for ten moves."

"If he's still standing within three moves, I, Qin Feng, will write my name backward."

Before the words had even faded.

Qin Feng moved.

He didn't even wait for Long Zhan's order; his entire body, like a leopard that had been coiled and ready for a long time, crossed the sandbag fence in one step and landed inside the prison cell.

Fast! Extremely fast!

Chen Mo only felt a blur before his eyes, and the Cook who had been standing in place a second ago was now in the prisoner-of-war camp.

The Yang Country bearded man was stunned, then a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

He roared, and his sandbag-sized fist, carrying a vicious gust of wind, smashed fiercely toward Qin Feng's face.

This punch was powerful and heavy; if it landed solidly, an ordinary person's nasal bone would be shattered on the spot.

However, Qin Feng did not dodge or evade.

Just at the moment the fist was about to strike his body, he moved.

He struck after the enemy but arrived first.

One hand, fast as lightning, precisely gripped the bearded man's wrist.

The other hand, turning into a blade, struck the bearded man's elbow joint at an angle incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"Crack!" A crisp, teeth-gritting sound of bone fracturing echoed throughout the area.

"Aoo—!" A shrill scream erupted from the bearded man's mouth.

His entire right arm twisted backward at an eerie angle, completely ruined.

One move. Just one move.

Long Zhan was shocked! Chen Mo was shocked! The other Yang Country prisoners of war were collectively shocked!

Did they think the fight was over? No! It was far from meeting Qin Feng's expectations; he wanted military merit.

Therefore, he asked one last time.

"Platoon Leader! I'll ask again: if I kill him, whose responsibility is it?"

Hiss! Chen Mo gasped, feeling that this new Cook was not joking.

Even Long Zhan began to take him seriously.

"If you really dare to do it, I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Qin Feng had already acted.

Without another word, he drew the kitchen knife from his waist and slashed down at the bearded man's carotid artery.

With a scream and blood splattering everywhere, Qin Feng didn't even blink.

Killing a man as easily as killing a chicken!

[Ding!] Just at this moment, the system sounded!

[Detected that the host has annihilated an enemy sergeant, gaining 10 points of fixed military merit.]

[Host: Qin Feng]

[Rank: Private (military merit 10 / 1000)]

[military merit points: 0]

Qin Feng laughed! He laughed a bit maniacally!

After holding back for two months, he finally had military merit.

One sergeant was worth 10 points of fixed military merit; wouldn't that mean if he cut down higher-ranking prisoners, he would have plenty of military merit?

Thinking of this, Qin Feng looked at the system and laughed like a madman!

Great! Killing the enemy makes me stronger!

At this moment, he had already brewed a vicious plan: in the future, he would capture a wave, earn a wave of military merit.

Then come back and kill them slowly, earning another wave.

Eating from the same enemy twice! Extremely satisfying!

Yes! That's it!

Thinking of this, Qin Feng was so excited he could barely hold the knife.

In the eyes of others, the current Qin Feng looked like a madman, holding a kitchen knife and cackling in the prisoner-of-war camp.

He wasn't scared! He was excited!

As if he had seen long-lost prey, his eyes shone with intense light.

Seeing him like that, the Yang Country prisoners of war were all terrified.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations to the host for securing the first kill! The system rewards the "Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Stir-fries" cooking skill.]

[Note: This skill is only effective for Xiang-Chuan recipes.]

Qin Feng: "..."