93: Chapter 93 If we wait any longer, we'll only be able to collect their corpses!

Since the start of the Global Military Training Era, the landscape of the entire Blue Planet had been completely rewritten.

The old order collapsed amidst the gunfire, and a new law of the jungle grew wildly.

Under the pressure of survival, small countries became bellicose.

They formed alliances and antagonisms, like a pack of hungry jackals, frantically tearing at any benefits they could devour on the fringes of the continent.

The great powers, meanwhile, sat high above in the clouds, manipulating the chessboard without a sound.

They installed puppets, turning small countries into their own war proxies, placing pieces on the board at will.

Border skirmishes were no longer news.

Cross-border fighting was even more of a common occurrence.

Today you occupy my outpost, tomorrow I bomb your supply line; small-scale armed conflicts, like a prairie fire, rose and fell, never ceasing.

The upper echelons were tacitly aware of this, even turning a blind eye.

These seemingly chaotic conflicts were merely bargaining chips for the next round of negotiations.

Every exchange of fire, every casualty, was adding or subtracting a fraction of the right to speak for the upcoming division of interests.

And the Dragon Country was the most unique existence in this chaotic chessboard.

As the universally recognized number one great power on the Blue Planet, the Dragon Country did not choose to ally with other powers, nor did it have any interest in fostering any proxies.

They were just silently, frantically, conducting a nationwide arms race.

Judging from the situation over the past few years, the Dragon Country's technological progress was extremely fast, and it was currently arming itself to the teeth at a speed that the whole world could not comprehend.

That posture seemed to be declaring to the whole world.

The Dragon Country was ready to take on the whole world.

...

Evening.

The northern border of the Dragon Country.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the desolate Gobi Desert a blinding blood red.

The air was filled with the smell of rust and gunpowder.

The Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon, ten figures like ten silent statues, lay in ambush behind a craggy ridge.

They had already arrived at the designated area.

Thirty kilometers ahead was that Yangjiao Village, which was inconspicuous on the map.

"Everyone, check your equipment one last time!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's voice was kept extremely low, yet carried an unquestionable majesty.

"I'll emphasize this again! This mission is reconnaissance! Reconnaissance! It's not for you to go and conduct a decapitation strike!"

His gaze, like a falcon's, swept across the face of every team member, and finally, lingered for two seconds longer on Qin Feng's face.

"I need you to be like a group of ghosts, drifting in silently and drifting out silently!"

"What I need is intelligence, the most real situation in the village, not a pile of enemy corpses and a mess!"

"Do you all understand?!"

"Understood!"

Nine people roared in unison, only Qin Feng squeezed out an "Mm" from between his teeth, unwillingly.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's eye twitched, and he couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

"Move out!"

At the command, the team immediately split into two groups.

"Huazi, take the First Squad and infiltrate!"

"Yes!"

Huazi took four team members, lowered their figures like wisps of blue smoke, and instantly merged into the shadows ahead, quickly moving towards Yangjiao Village.

"Tiezhu, take the Second Squad, occupy the commanding height, and establish an observation post!"

"Yes!"

Tiezhu took the remaining three team members and turned to run towards a higher hill to the rear.

As for Qin Feng, he stood in place, motionless.

Because Platoon Leader Long Zhan was also standing there, motionless, just staring straight at him.

"You, follow me." Platoon Leader Long Zhan's voice was indifferent, "We are the general reserve team."

Qin Feng's face turned black on the spot.

General reserve team?

That sounds nice.

Isn't it just to keep him, the biggest unstable factor, tied by his side and left at the very back to watch the show?

The heavy hero pot on his back seemed to weigh several pounds more at this moment.

Qin Feng felt like a fierce tiger, but he had been forcibly fitted with a saddle and treated like a donkey pulling a millstone.

Frustrating!

But... orders are like a mountain.

He followed Platoon Leader Long Zhan to the commanding height chosen by Tiezhu and the others.

The view here was open, and he could almost see the entire area for more than ten kilometers ahead.

Tiezhu and the others had already quickly set up high-magnification observation scopes and sniper rifles, and the communications soldier had laid out the lines and was debugging the equipment.

Everything was methodical.

Qin Feng found a leeward corner, unloaded the big pot from his back, leaned his whole body against the cold rock, and narrowed his eyes.

He once again sank his consciousness into the red treasure book.

That area representing Yangjiao Village, the huge red light spot, was still flashing frantically, like a beating heart, full of deadly temptation.

He could even feel that this red light was flashing somewhat abnormally!

Yes!

Too abnormal!

His "battle consciousness" began to observe the surrounding area; everything seemed calm, but it always revealed an indescribable strangeness.

Moreover, that secret iron mine mentioned in the red treasure book was not as simple as it looked on the surface.

With such a big red dot, no one would believe it if you said there was no military garrison!

How could it be just a village?

Time passed minute by minute.

The night grew thicker.

The temperature on the Gobi Desert dropped to freezing point.

Except for the sound of the wind and the "buzzing" of electricity occasionally coming from the communication soldier's headset, everything was silent.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people unable to breathe.

"Calling First Squad, please answer if you hear me. Calling First Squad..."

The communication soldier's voice broke the silence.

His brows furrowed tightly.

"What's wrong?" Platoon Leader Long Zhan asked vigilantly immediately.

"Platoon Leader, we can't contact the First Squad." Cold sweat seeped from the communication soldier's forehead.

"There was an intermittent signal just now, but now... there is nothing, dead silence."

Dead silence.

These four words made everyone present feel their hearts sink sharply.

On the battlefield, interrupted communication often only means one thing—something has happened.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan snatched the communicator and called out himself.

"Huazi! Huazi! This is Platoon Leader Long Zhan! Please answer if you receive this! Please answer if you receive this!"

The only answer to him was an eternal, cold silence.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's face instantly turned ashen.

He was a veteran of many battles and knew best what this meant.

The First Squad, five people, most likely had already...

Just at this moment!

"Boom——!!!"

A deafening loud noise suddenly came from the direction of Yangjiao Village!

A huge fireball shot into the sky, illuminating half the night sky as bright as day!

That was definitely not the noise caused by grenades or mortars; that was the power that only large-caliber howitzers or even heavy explosives could produce!

Immediately after!

"Da-da-da-da-da——!"

"Tu-tu-tu-tu-tu——!"

The torrential rain-like dense gunfire tore through the silence of the night!

Heavy machine guns, assault rifles, submachine guns... countless tongues of fire intertwined frantically in the distant Yangjiao Village, forming an airtight net of death!

A trap!

This was a complete and utter trap!

That seemingly calm village was basically a military fortress armed to the teeth!

Huazi and the others had run straight into it!

"Son of a bitch! I knew those Yang Country sons of bitches didn't have good intentions."

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's eyes were bloodshot, and he punched the rock beside him fiercely.

Those guys deliberately said there was a problem with Yangjiao Village, but they didn't expect the problem with Yangjiao Village to be so big.

This was simply not something their remnant reconnaissance platoon could scout.

Where is this a village? It's clearly about the same as a small military collective.

Before Huazi and the others even went in, they were likely already spotted by the enemy!

Go, or not go?

Save, or not save?

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's brain was working frantically.

Reason told him he must retreat immediately!

The opponent's firepower was so fierce, clearly they were prepared long ago; for their small number of people to rush up would be suicide!

Moreover, it would seriously violate the superior's order of "only reconnaissance, no engagement"!

But...

Inside there were his soldiers!

They were the brothers who had lived and died with him and entrusted their backs to him!

Let him watch them be torn to pieces by the enemy?

He couldn't do it!

Just when Platoon Leader Long Zhan was struggling internally, suffering to the point of suffocation.

A cold, emotionless voice sounded behind him.

"Platoon Leader."

Qin Feng had stood up at some point, and the big black pot that represented his identity as a Chef had been thrown aside by him.

In his hand, he held that rusty kitchen knife, eager to try.

"If we wait any longer, we'll only be collecting their corpses."

Platoon Leader Long Zhan was stunned.

"Where is your gun?"

"The Company Commander didn't approve it!" Qin Feng held the kitchen knife, not afraid at all.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan: "..."