Chapter Nineteen: Strike Wherever the Enemy Is!

Arriving at the company commander's office, Qin Feng knocked on the door. The commander called for him to enter, and Qin Feng stepped inside. The commander gestured for him to sit, and he took a seat.

The commander looked at Qin Feng with a satisfied expression, smiling as he said, "Not bad, you look like a proper soldier. I already know the situation in your squad. I understand the whole process. The battle was brutal, the enemy was strong, but you eliminated them and achieved final victory. Very good. For now, stay in the temporary quarters. Write a report on everything you've experienced today and hand it in to me tomorrow. Can you finish it on time?"

"A report—yes, I can," Qin Feng replied.

"Good. Remember, keep it confidential," the commander reminded him.

"Understood." Qin Feng straightened his chest, answering firmly.

The commander nodded with satisfaction and called for the orderly, arranging for Qin Feng to stay in the temporary quarters. If he needed anything, he could contact the orderly at any time, who would make the arrangements.

Qin Feng settled into the temporary quarters. Seeing the clean room, he felt as if he were dreaming. Sitting in the room, his thoughts turned to his squad leader, deputy leader, and his comrades. He knew they were gone, and a wave of sorrow welled up in his heart. He clenched his fists, vowing to avenge them.

"Brothers, no matter how strong the enemy is, I will avenge you," Qin Feng thought. He knew the ones who had killed his squad leader, deputy leader, and brothers were the Blood Skull mercenaries.

There were not just a dozen Blood Skull mercenaries; they numbered in the hundreds, perhaps several hundred, and were formidable. But no matter what, he would wipe them out. He had promised his brothers and sworn an oath: he would avenge them. Between him and the Blood Skull mercenaries, it was a fight to the death.

Sitting in his room, Qin Feng pondered how he might avenge his brothers in the future. Unknowingly, the night deepened. Only then did he remember he hadn't started his report. Quickly, he found paper and pen and began to gather his thoughts.

Scenes flashed through his mind: his squad leader, deputy leader, and brothers mercilessly slaughtered by the enemy; his own acts of killing; the encounter with Su Yun; the pursuit and sniping of the enemy—all these moments surged through his mind like a film. He seized his pen and wrote in a rush, recording everything in detail, not bothering with any particular format or rules—he simply laid out the entire sequence of events.

After finishing the report, Qin Feng checked it carefully. Once he was sure there were no mistakes, he placed it under the table. He glanced at the time—nearly three in the morning. He hurriedly crawled into bed, knowing he needed rest to face any border defense task that might arise.

The next morning, Qin Feng was awakened by the reveille. He quickly got dressed, saw the report under the table, and, remembering the confidentiality regulations, kept it close to him. He went to the mess hall for breakfast. Just as he finished eating, the orderly came to find him, saying the commander wanted to see him.

He walked to the commander's office, knocked and announced himself. With permission, he entered and handed over the report he had kept close. The commander waved his hand, saying, "Keep this report. I can't read it. Someone will come by soon. Give it to him."

"Understood," Qin Feng replied, a little puzzled but earnest.

The commander gestured for Qin Feng to sit and rest, then busied himself with his own affairs. About ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Qin Feng looked up—it was the sharp-featured man who had previously led the team to collect Su Yun. He was neatly dressed; though his rank wasn't visible, Qin Feng sensed he was no ordinary person.

The commander greeted him warmly, shook hands, then pointed to Qin Feng. "This is Qin Feng—a fine soldier."

"You're Qin Feng?" the sharp-featured man asked.

"Hello, yes, I am Qin Feng," Qin Feng quickly stood and saluted.

"Hello," the man replied, approaching Qin Feng and offering a handshake. Qin Feng extended his hand in return. Suddenly, Qin Feng felt a strong aura of killing intent emanating from the man—a force that seemed to place him on a battlefield soaked in blood. His scalp tingled; he felt uneasy, and the grip was powerful.

Qin Feng's own pride and fierceness rose up. He straightened his chest and clasped the man's hand firmly. Having survived countless battles, Qin Feng possessed a certain killing aura of his own—not as strong, but very keen.

"Ha, interesting," the sharp-featured man said, his aura fading as quickly as it had appeared, and he shook Qin Feng's hand naturally.

"Captain, what was that?" the commander asked in surprise, realizing Qin Feng was no ordinary soldier.

"It's nothing," the man replied. He was the captain of the Fierce Tiger Special Forces in the Southeast Military Region, able to control his aura at will.

The commander nodded, understanding the captain was testing Qin Feng and had discovered his extraordinary nature.

"I'm here today to review and verify your report," the captain said, his tone authoritative and unquestionable.

Qin Feng glanced at the commander, who nodded. Qin Feng handed the captain the report he'd kept close. "This is my report," he said.

The captain took it and, as he read, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes, quickly subsiding. He tucked the report away and turned to the commander. "I need a quiet room. I want to discuss Qin Feng's experiences with him."

"No problem," said the commander, calling the orderly, who led Qin Feng and the captain to a quiet room. The captain motioned for Qin Feng to enter.

They entered, and Qin Feng closed the door behind them, sitting in a chair. The captain sat opposite him.

The captain sized Qin Feng up for a full minute or two. Qin Feng felt increasingly uncomfortable, unsure why the captain was scrutinizing him so intently. Just as he was about to squirm, the captain suddenly spoke. "I know the basics of your situation. Now, I want to ask you one question: how did you manage to eliminate the enemy?"

"Report: at that critical moment, I didn't think much. All I had in mind was how to kill the enemy. When I saw them, I fired," Qin Feng replied quickly. That was exactly how it was—he hadn't thought too much, just shot where the enemy appeared, determined to take them down.

"Oh? And when you fired, how confident were you?" the captain asked, his eyes showing a hint of surprise and satisfaction. He felt he was looking at a remarkable soldier—a rough stone that, with careful polishing, might become something extraordinary.