Chapter Seven: That's Settled, Then!

Bang! He fired instantly, aiming at a man with a blood-red skull tattoo on his neck, but the target dodged nimbly and was not hit.

Two sharp gunshots rang out, directed toward Qin Feng’s position. He sensed overwhelming danger and, without a moment’s hesitation, darted aside to hide behind a nearby tree.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” Suddenly, a military dagger pressed against his back, and a cold voice sounded behind him, speaking in English.

A chill swept over Qin Feng, freezing his blood and nearly immobilizing him. Slowly, he turned his head to see a female soldier with her face smeared in camouflage paint. She wore a camouflage uniform, stood tall at about one meter seventy, her gun-wielding hand as white as snow, with powerful wrists and icy eyes like a frozen mountain, studying Qin Feng with suspicion.

Recognizing the familiar military uniform, Qin Feng realized she was one of his own and quickly replied, “I’m on your side.”

Perhaps the familiar Chinese eased some of her doubts; the murderous aura around her diminished noticeably. She still pressed the dagger against his back, coldly demanding, “Which unit are you from?”

Just as Qin Feng was about to answer, a surge of intense danger overwhelmed him. He felt its presence growing stronger, seemingly ahead. He looked up and saw a gun aimed at the female soldier’s back. Alarmed, he knew the situation was dire and shouted, “Gun! Danger! No time to explain—watch out!” He pushed off with his feet, spun around, knocked aside her dagger, and tackled the female soldier, pulling her down to the ground.

A bullet whistled past, tearing into the tree, splintering the wood with a terrifying force. If they hadn’t dodged in time, the outcome would have been unimaginable. Fortunately, they escaped unscathed.

The female soldier recovered quickly, furious and embarrassed, shoving Qin Feng aside. She twisted, kicking him away with astonishing speed. Three bullets flew by, and if Qin Feng hadn’t been sent flying, he would have been hit.

On his first battlefield, Qin Feng watched the scene unfold in terror and hurried to find cover. Once hidden, he realized the female soldier’s figure had vanished.

Another sharp bullet struck, blasting a hole in a large tree. Liu Fan looked up and saw someone hiding behind the tree—it was the female soldier from before. Qin Feng rubbed his aching abdomen, recalling the perilous moments just passed, shaken. If she hadn’t reacted quickly, he might have died.

“The enemy has tattoos, looks formidable, almost invisible—no idea where they’re hiding or shooting from. That female soldier isn’t bad either; she managed to survive under the barrel and helped me escape danger,” Qin Feng thought, amazed. He hid behind the tree, not daring to move, knowing the enemy was powerful. Any movement might reveal his location—a deadly risk.

Another bullet roared, piercing the tree. The female soldier lay flat on the ground, motionless, her face icy as she searched for a new hiding spot.

Qin Feng observed carefully. Aside from the tree, only small patches of grass offered cover. If the tree was destroyed, the female soldier would have nowhere to hide and would be in grave danger.

Considering her strength, Qin Feng realized that if she died, his own fate would likely follow. Their lives were linked as comrades battling the enemy together. He felt compelled to help her escape danger.

“What should I do?” Qin Feng wondered, recognizing the extreme peril. He reminded himself that the greater the danger, the calmer he must remain. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he began to think rapidly. He spotted a stone the size of a baby’s palm ahead, and his eyes lit up—perhaps he’d found a solution.

“That’s it,” a sharp glint flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes. He carefully picked up the stone, glanced toward the northwest, breathed deeply, and hurled it with force.

A gunshot rang out—the stone shattered instantly. At the same time, Qin Feng felt a powerful threat envelop him, as if marked by death. Without hesitation, he rolled swiftly to hide beneath another tree.

A bullet struck his previous position, sending dirt flying and raising a cloud of dust. When it cleared, a crater the size of a watermelon had appeared. Qin Feng felt heat at his scalp; a bullet had grazed his head, burning his hair and filling the air with a foul stench. Death had never felt so close.

His body trembled uncontrollably—this was his first time in battle, and fear was inevitable. Just now, he had nearly become a casualty; danger was everywhere. Cold sweat soaked his back. Without battlefield experience, one could never comprehend such terror. Qin Feng took a deep breath to restore his calm.

Despite his fear, he knew he could not remain passive; otherwise, he would surely die, and revenge for his fallen brothers would remain a distant dream. He had to survive and avenge them.

He glanced sideways and saw the female soldier, her face pale as snow, looking at him in astonishment. He gave a wry smile, noticing she had found a new safe spot, and had produced a sniper rifle. On closer inspection, it was a Type 95 sniper rifle—an excellent weapon with good range and accuracy. It seemed she was preparing to strike back.

She flashed him an ‘OK’ gesture, urging Qin Feng to stay calm, observe his surroundings, and be ready to attack. Meanwhile, she quietly extended the barrel of her Type 95 sniper rifle, scanning the area through the scope, her right index finger poised on the trigger, ready to fire and eliminate the enemy at any moment.