Chapter Sixty-Three: Fengzi, You're Being Rather Modest!

Time flew by, and seven days passed. Qin Feng was undergoing jungle training, and today’s exercise was a weighted cross-country run through the forest. He dashed ahead at full speed; after these days of rigorous training, he was gradually getting used to the high intensity.

“Have you heard? It seems there’s a mission from above this time. Wonder if it’ll be assigned to our squad,” someone remarked as he ran swiftly.

“What kind of mission?” At the mention of a task, everyone’s interest was piqued, eager to know what it might involve.

Seeing their curiosity, the man deliberately withheld details, stirring suspense.

“You’re being unfair now—telling us half and leaving out the rest, just to keep us guessing. Come on, spill it,” someone pressed.

“It’s not me holding back; it’s classified,” he replied. Noticing their serious expressions, he added, “Honestly, it’s confidential. I’m only speculating. The specifics, perhaps only the captain knows.”

“I see.” Understanding dawned among the group. No wonder he couldn’t say—it truly was classified; otherwise, he’d have told them already.

Just then, an orderly ran over, calling out to Qin Feng, who was training, “Feng, the captain wants to see you.”

“Me?” Qin Feng wasn’t sure why the captain wanted him, but since the call came from the captain, he decided to go. He figured he’d know what it was about once he arrived.

“Yes, you,” the orderly affirmed.

“I’ll head over right now,” Qin Feng replied, following the orderly toward the captain’s office. About five minutes later, they reached the door. The orderly hurried away, and Qin Feng approached the entrance. Just then, a deep, resonant voice came from inside: “Captain, I think Qin Feng should join our Third Squad. He’s exactly what we need—a skilled sniper.”

“Lieutenant, are you certain? You think he’s up to it? Aren’t you worried he might falter at a critical moment? A sniper is a crucial position—are you sure he’s ready?” The captain looked at the lieutenant.

“Captain, you can use my call sign. I’m headed out on a mission, so you can call me Shadow. I believe in him, but ultimately, the decision is yours. I can only request. Captain, our Third Squad is the strongest in the Fierce Tiger Special Forces, with formidable combat power. Unfortunately, our sniper was injured last mission and can only serve as instructor now. If Qin Feng joins, our strength will increase dramatically,” Shadow said, confident that this was the best way to carry out their tasks.

“Indeed, it’s my call. And I’ve made my decision,” the captain said, looking toward the door and shouting, “Feng, get in here! What are you doing eavesdropping outside?”

Qin Feng had been listening at the door; he hurriedly pushed it open and entered, grinning. “Captain, you wanted to see me? In this cold winter, why the fiery temper? Next time, I’ll bring you some roast chicken.”

“Don’t change the subject,” the captain said, signaling the orderly to close the door and lowering his voice. “There’s a mission for Third Squad, but they’re short a sniper. Shadow, their leader, wants to invite you. What do you think?”

It turned out that Shadow’s Third Squad originally had a sniper, but after being injured in their last mission, he could no longer participate in high-intensity operations and had to become the sniper instructor. The position was left vacant.

Qin Feng’s thoughts raced, and he replied with a smile, “Captain, I think my sniping still needs improvement. Don’t get upset—I need more training.” Seeing the captain gesture for him to stop, he continued cheerfully, “Captain, think about it—I haven’t seen much combat. If I get nervous and can’t provide fire support for my brothers, what then? If I mess up at a critical moment, it’ll be disastrous.”

Ever since his last real operation, he felt he needed further advancement to become a better sniper and grow stronger.

“Feng, you’re being too modest now. I’ve watched your combat footage—your sniping is excellent. I sincerely invite you to join Third Squad and carry out missions with us. The battlefield is the best training ground—you’ll improve even more there,” Shadow said, his eyes earnest. He knew Qin Feng’s abilities well and genuinely wanted him as their sniper.

“See, Shadow’s so enthusiastic in his invitation, and you’ve had real combat experience. I think you can be Third Squad’s sniper. Let’s settle it—if you dare mess up on the battlefield, be careful when you get back. I’ll make sure you regret it,” the captain laughed, his tone gentle. He believed in Qin Feng and knew the young man trained tirelessly, always striving to grow stronger, unconcerned about anything else. Not seen much blood? The captain had learned plenty from Su Yun and didn’t quite believe it.

“Thank you, Captain!” Shadow said, delighted. He’d thought the captain would refuse, but it turned out the captain had already agreed and was merely testing his resolve. Shadow was glad he held firm and sincerely invited Qin Feng to join Third Squad.

“No need to thank me. I think Feng’s sniping is solid, too. You should all adapt and form a brand-new Third Squad. I hope you accomplish the mission with excellence,” the captain said, knowing that every mission required utmost seriousness for success.

“Yes, Captain! We’ll do our best and complete the mission,” Shadow replied, determined to give his all.

“Feng, remember what I said—perform well. The battlefield isn’t a training ground; don’t hold anything back. Your brothers’ lives are not to be taken lightly. Provide the best fire support and complete the mission. Remember, the battlefield is the best place to train. It’s dangerous, but it will make you stronger. And most importantly, come back alive with everyone,” the captain said to Qin Feng, his tone solemn. He knew the battlefield was perilous but also the quickest path to improvement. Survival was rare, and he’d promised his sister he’d look after Qin Feng. But Qin Feng needed battlefield experience to grow. He sent him to train on the field, reminding him to be careful and return alive.