95: Chapter 95 Using a kitchen knife to defuse a mine! Is this reasonable?

"Damn it!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan slammed his fist into the sand, sending dust flying.

He couldn't figure it out, nor could he understand it.

How could one person's anger and courage possibly prevail over a hail of bullets?

That wasn't a charge; that was seeking death! It was meaningless suicide!

"Platoon Leader! We have to save him!" Chen Mo snatched a rifle from a soldier nearby, his eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling.

"Save him? With what? Are the six of us supposed to rush in and just be a snack for them?!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan pushed him back down and roared.

"I've already said it! This mission is reconnaissance, reconnaissance, reconnaissance! It's not about going to die!"

"This is a battlefield! It's not some damn game of house! Disobeying orders and acting on his own means he is no longer part of the Falcon Reconnaissance Platoon!"

Despite saying this, his hands were gripping his binoculars tightly, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on that figure holding a kitchen knife.

Tie Zhu and the remaining veterans didn't dare to speak.

A massive sense of helplessness shrouded everyone's hearts.

However, the next second, everyone was stunned.

Qin Feng, while charging, didn't rush straight toward the village entrance like a headless fly.

He made a sharp turn, like an agile antelope, and veered into an area surrounded by barbed wire and warning signs.

It was a dead-silent zone.

The defenders of Yangjiao Village didn't even bother to glance in that direction.

Because everyone knew that place was a minefield.

It was a death zone filled with a mix of anti-personnel bounding mines, high-explosive pressure mines, and even Bear Country's newest model of anti-tank mines.

One wrong step, and he would be blown to pieces!

"What... what is he doing?!" Tie Zhu's voice was trembling.

"Why did that kid lie down on the ground?" Platoon Leader Long Zhan's voice was hoarse; he felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

He was crazy!

That kid was truly crazy!

He would rather charge into a minefield than take a single step back!

One second.

Two seconds.

Ten seconds.

The anticipated sound of an explosion did not ring out.

In the minefield, there was only dead silence.

Under the moonlight, Qin Feng continued to advance at an inconceivable speed!

"What is going on?" The enemy Commander in the village held up his binoculars, his face full of disbelief.

"Report! That minefield was laid just three days ago; it is absolutely impossible for it to have failed!"

"Then tell me, damn it, why didn't it explode?!"

No one could answer that question.

At this moment, in Qin Feng's eyes, the entire minefield was a different scene.

[Battlefield environment analysis upgraded to highest authority.]

[Scanning... Minefield data model construction complete.]

On his retina, countless fine red lines outlined the position, model, and trigger mechanism of every single mine.

The ground was no longer the ground, but a giant chessboard covered with deadly nodes.

And he was the only player.

He didn't even need to deliberately dodge.

Because he had a better method.

"Clang!"

He pulled that rusty kitchen knife from his lower back.

While running at high speed, his wrist moved like lightning.

Ahead, there was a tripwire that had almost blended into the ground.

The tip of the kitchen knife lightly flicked and slashed.

"Snap."

The tripwire broke, and the "butterfly mine" connected to it became a dud.

[Fixed military merit +1.]

Huh?

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment.

Mine Clearing also grants military merit?

Although it was only one point, even a mosquito's leg is meat!

His eyes lit up instantly!

This wasn't a minefield; this was clearly military merit scattered everywhere, waiting for him to pick it up!

His speed increased even further!

In front of his left foot was a pressure mine disguised as a rock.

He lightly tapped his toe on the ground, his body twisted at an incredible angle, and the kitchen knife in his hand, as precise as a scalpel, cut the connection between the fuse and the detonator from an extremely tricky angle.

[Fixed military merit +2!]

On the right side, an anti-tank mine buried in the sand revealed only an inconspicuous pressure cap.

Qin Feng didn't even slow down.

With a backhand scoop of the large iron spoon in his hand, like digging for potatoes, he pried the heavy mine entirely out of the dirt and casually tossed it more than ten meters away.

[Fixed military merit +5!]

His movements were fluid, filled with a wild, violent aesthetic.

The rusty kitchen knife seemed to have been given life in his hands.

Flick, cut, slice, shave, slap!

Mines of various models and trigger mechanisms were, before him, like cabbage and tofu waiting to be chopped on a cutting board, fragile and vulnerable.

It felt like a farmer strolling in his own backyard, walking leisurely and at ease.

And behind Qin Feng, a winding yet absolutely safe path had been carved out by force!

Behind the sand dune.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan, Chen Mo, and the others were completely petrified.

Watching this scene through their binoculars, they were dumbfounded.

"Am... am I seeing things?" Tie Zhu pinched himself hard, wincing in pain.

"Is he... is he doing Mine Clearing?" Chen Mo's voice was dry, as if someone were choking him.

Platoon Leader Long Zhan didn't speak.

He just stared fixedly at Qin Feng's figure, his chest heaving violently.

Shock, horror, ecstasy... various emotions intertwined in his heart, and in the end, they all turned into a burning fighting spirit!

He understood!

Qin Feng was likely mentally ill!

Otherwise, why would he use a kitchen knife for Mine Clearing?

But what did that matter?

Qin Feng was currently using a method that no one could have imagined to penetrate behind enemy lines.

This new Cook, this college student who had repeated a year twice, this troublemaker he had once thought was a "nepotism hire"... was an out-and-out monster! A freak! A lunatic!

"The Chef! He's crazy! Completely crazy!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan slowly lowered his binoculars, his voice carrying a trace of irrepressible trembling.

"He is opening the gates of hell for us!"

He turned around abruptly, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over the remaining four team members.

"Our brothers are watching! Hua Zi and the others, they are all watching!"

"A single Chef has charged up there with a damn kitchen knife!"

"Are we supposed to be cowards?!"

"No!"

Chen Mo, Tie Zhu, and all the rest roared in unison!

The sadness and despair in their eyes were replaced by a raging fire of revenge!

"Attention, everyone!" Platoon Leader Long Zhan's voice was like a thunderclap.

"Check your gear! Prepare for combat!"

"We have only one mission!"

He pointed toward the end of the minefield, at the figure that was already nearing the edge of the village.

"Follow the Chef! Slaughter our way through Yangjiao Village! Avenge our fallen brothers!"

"Yes!"

The earth-shaking roar echoed across the Gobi Desert!

"Report, Platoon Leader!" Chen Mo began to be sarcastic.

"Didn't you just say that our mission this time was reconnaissance, reconnaissance, reconnaissance?"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan: "..."

The others: "..."

"No! You heard wrong!"

Platoon Leader Long Zhan's eyes were like knives; he wanted to kick this guy to death.