92: Chapter 92 Code Name: Chef, Taking the Blame!

"Give me a chance."

Qin Feng reined in his aggressive aura, his tone softening, his eyes sincere.

"Let me go with you. I won't participate in the main attack, I won't enter the village, and I won't even join any combat squad."

"Platoon Leader, this time I'll go with you. I guarantee I won't hold you back, and I'll follow your orders in everything."

"I'll just stay on the perimeter, responsible for the outermost sentry duty, and by the way... I'll help you carry the pot."

As he said the last two words, a hint of a self-deprecating smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.

"Someone has to do the dirty, tiring work, right? My pot—I carry it the most skillfully, and it's the sturdiest."

"Pfft..."

A veteran standing nearby, who was drinking water, spat it out instantly.

The tense atmosphere was instantly diluted by that remark.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan was also left speechless by this sudden, bizarre move from Qin Feng.

He had seen soldiers request to join a battle, but never like this.

This kid could bend and stretch, his skin was as thick as a city wall, and he was practically a tough nut to crack.

He began to re-evaluate the young man in front of him.

He had ability, brains, courage, and damn it, he knew how to be a rascal.

If trained well, he would absolutely be an unstoppable sharp blade.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan felt a sense of appreciation for his talent, but his face remained calm.

"You want to go? Fine."

The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a smile like an "old fox."

"Let's have a competition."

"If you win, I will personally equip you with the best gear and let you join the squad."

"If you lose..."

Platoon Leader Long Zhan drew out the sound, pointing at the 'hero pot' on the stove.

"You will be locked to it. You will honestly flip that big ladle for me for the rest of your life!"

"What's the competition?" Qin Feng's eyes lit up.

"The same thing we scouts do for a living!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan led everyone out of the dugout to a complex terrain area specifically used for tactical training.

Here, there were simulated streets, dilapidated houses, and staggered bunkers—it was almost a perfect recreation of a battlefield environment.

"The rules are very simple." Platoon Leader Long Zhan pointed to a small dirt mound in the distance with a red flag stuck in it.

"Start from here, cross this area, and reach the finish line. You must carry a twenty-kilogram load throughout. Along the way, I will arrange six sniper observation points; you need to find them and 'kill' them with blank rounds."

"Whoever takes the shortest time and finds all the observation points wins."

"I'll go first to give you a demonstration."

After speaking, Platoon Leader Long Zhan stopped talking nonsense, picked up a heavy backpack, grabbed a rifle, and instantly, like a leopard slipping into the jungle, disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Huazi whispered to Qin Feng on the side: "Brother, the Platoon Leader's record is four minutes and thirty seconds, and no one has been able to break it yet. You... take it easy."

Qin Feng didn't speak, just silently loosened up his limbs, a burning fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.

Soon, after four minutes and twenty-eight seconds, Platoon Leader Long Zhan's figure appeared under the red flag at the finish line. He even waved at them, appearing completely at ease.

Everyone cheered.

"Platoon Leader is awesome! He broke the record again!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan walked back, threw the backpack on the ground, panting heavily, but with a smug smile on his face as he looked at Qin Feng:

"Kid, it's your turn. Don't say I'm bullying you; finish within five minutes, and you win."

Qin Feng smiled and didn't reach for the backpack.

He just turned around and walked back to the dugout, and under the astonished gazes of everyone, he strapped that pitch-black, dead-heavy 'hero pot' onto his back.

Then, he stuck that equally heavy large iron ladle into his back waistband. The look was as bizarre as it could get.

"You..." Platoon Leader Long Zhan's eye twitched.

"Platoon Leader, this is my equipment." Qin Feng said with a straight face, "I have to get used to it."

After saying this, without waiting for Platoon Leader Long Zhan to react, his legs exerted force, and his entire body, like a cannonball fired from a chamber, charged into the training ground!

Fast!

In everyone's mind, only this one word remained!

Qin Feng's speed was a significant chunk faster than Platoon Leader Long Zhan's just now!

He was carrying a large iron pot, yet he ran with the momentum of a hundred-meter sprint!

His running route was erratic and unpredictable; at times charging in a straight line, at times zig-zagging, perfectly utilizing every bunker.

"Bang!"

The first gunshot rang out.

Qin Feng didn't even stop his pace; he simply side-stepped while running at high speed, raised his gun, aimed, and fired! The movement was seamless, so fast it was dazzling.

In the distance, a plume of white smoke rose from an extremely concealed sniper spot.

"Holy crap! The first one!" Huazi exclaimed involuntarily.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two more shots!

Qin Feng's figure, like a ghost, wove through the ruins. With every gunshot, he accurately took out a hidden observation point.

His eyes were like the highest-precision radar; any camouflage was useless before him.

His shooting reached an unbelievable level; there was no need for precise aiming, as if the bullets could curve on their own.

The remaining veterans were completely dumbfounded. Looking at each other with expressions of disbelief!

"Didn't they say he was a college student? Why doesn't he look like one to me!"

"Yeah! I heard he only had two months of military training? Can you believe that?"

"If you told me this kid was a special forces soldier, I'd believe it."

Everyone was tongue-tied. The cigarette Chen Mo was holding in his mouth fell to the ground again, his eyes wide open.

At this moment.

Even the smugness on Platoon Leader Long Zhan's face had long since vanished, replaced by shock!

This kid Qin Feng was practically a precision killing instrument, performing a bloody artistic show!

Three minutes!

Only three minutes!

When Qin Feng stood under the red flag at the finish line, back straight, carrying that pot, all six sniper observation points had been "killed."

The entire training ground was deathly silent.

After a long while.

"Holy crap!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan slapped his thigh hard and let out an earth-shattering roar, his face filled with unconcealable ecstasy.

"I'll be damned... I didn't see that wrong, did I!"

He rushed over and punched Qin Feng hard in the chest, his face full of surprise.

"Good kid! If you had this ability, why didn't you say so earlier!"

"You didn't give me a chance to say it either." Qin Feng muttered to himself.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan looked at him and announced solemnly.

"From now on, you are no longer a Cook!"

"You are a member of the Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon, Second Combat Squad, codename—Chef!"

"Hahaha..."

Everyone burst into laughter. Qin Feng laughed too.

"Yes! Platoon Leader!"

Chef it is, who cares! As long as I can go to the battlefield and earn military merit, that's all that matters!

Before setting off, Platoon Leader Long Zhan began to reassign reconnaissance tasks. But Qin Feng kept staring at those 'sheep' in the prisoner-of-war camp!

He was thinking about whether to sneak in and slaughter them before leaving to gain some military merit.

Suddenly, Platoon Leader Long Zhan slapped him on the head himself.

"I'm warning you, those are prisoners; you can't kill them for now."

Having his thoughts seen through by Platoon Leader Long Zhan, Qin Feng couldn't help but blush, and hurriedly explained.

"No, Platoon Leader, I was just thinking!"

"Thinking about it is not allowed either!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan barked.

Good grief!

All nine team members, including Platoon Leader Long Zhan, felt their hearts skip a beat upon hearing this!

What kind of monster did the higher-ups send over? He wanted to kill prisoners at the drop of a hat!

...

Under the sunlight, ten figures—a brand-new Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon—were ready to set off. Their target was Yangjiao Village in Yang Country, thirty kilometers away.