Chapter 10

That’s right, the enemy retreats, Lin Feng advances.

Keeping the distance constant, he went crazy with target practice and racking up kills; it was simply exhilarating!

As the hunting continued,

Lin Feng soon caught up to the position where the special forces were 'playing dead.'

The next second, a special forces soldier suddenly sprang up with a carp-like leap.

"Holy shit, you’re actually pulling a zombie act?" ===== CHAPTER 21 =====

(Seeking flowers, seeking comments!)

The 'zombie' special forces soldier glared at Lin Feng: "What kind of thing are you?"

"Don't you even understand the basic principle of leaving a way out for others so you can meet again in the future?"

Hearing the angry rebuke, Lin Feng was surprised.

Is this guy accusing him?

You motherfuckers chased me for an entire night, did you leave a way out?

Motherfucker, a typical case of 'the magistrate can burn down houses, but the commoners can't even light a lamp'...

He originally didn't want to bother, and was too lazy to deal with such people.

However, he couldn't control his temper!

Lin Feng retorted: "You Sharp Wolf special forces, are you all sore losers?"

"If you are, then don't come out to play, understand?"

"Who are you calling a sore loser?" The special forces soldier stiffened his neck: "The exercise ended last night, you know?"

"Heh," Lin Feng sneered: "Ended last night, right?"

"Since it ended last night, you still chased me crazily all night."

"Just ask, what were you trying to do?"

"Could it be that I took out your Captain He He Zhijun?"

"Making the Sharp Wolf super embarrassed and disgraced, and making you super pissed off."

"You had to catch me and beat me a hundred times over to vent, right?"

"I’d like to ask, if this isn't being a sore loser, what is it?"

The soul-searching question directly stunned the special forces soldier.

But as a soldier of the First Special Battalion, he could lose the argument, but he absolutely could not lose his momentum!

"You dare to insult the honor of the Sharp Wolf?"

Looking at the special forces soldier who was baring his fangs and claws, ready to make a move.

Lin Feng sneered and shook his head: "It’s not me insulting the honor of the Sharp Wolf."

"It’s you who have tarnished the name 'Sharp Wolf'."

"As a soldier, if you can pick it up, you must be able to put it down!"

"As a soldier, you must stand tall, and your shoulders must be able to carry the country and the people."

"As a soldier, you can have the spirit of not admitting defeat, but you don't even have the courage to admit it!"

"In one sentence: besides being stupid enough not to fear death, what else is left of you?"

"Also, a warning: stop baring your teeth at me."

"If you piss me off, I’ll beat you until even your mother won't recognize you..."

"Well taught!"

At this moment, Fan Fan Tianlei walked out from behind a tree, clapping.

"Battalion Commander, why are you..."

"Aren't you embarrassed enough? Get out of here and reflect on yourself."

After scolding the special forces soldier who had just talked back, Fan Fan Tianlei looked at Lin Feng with a smile.

"Little brother, I won't comment on your strength, lest I get sprayed by you too."

"I just want to ask one thing: which unit are you from, and what is your name?"

Fact is fact: Lin Feng recognized Fan Fan Tianlei at a glance.

Seeing him here, surprise was surprise, but it wasn't strange.

Because Fan Fan Tianlei was also a soul figure in the special forces world, and a strange man at that!

His 'strangeness' was reflected in his ability to pit people, and he did it thoroughly!

Before transmigrating, anyone who had watched the special forces TV series,

would give him ten words: never won a battle, never lost an argument...

Facing the friendly inquiry, Lin Feng pretended not to know him:

"My name is Lin Feng, assistant at the company level of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company, do you have any advice?"

"I’ve already been headshot by you, how could I have any advice?"

Fan Fan Tianlei laughed: "Soldiers, strength is respected, and special forces even more so."

"And with your formidable strength, no one here can give you advice!"

"It’s really hard to believe and hard to imagine,"

"that a warrior who slaughtered hundreds in the dark night is just a civilian assistant!"

"Oh right, Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company, right?"

"I’m old comrades and brothers with your Company Commander Lao Miao..."

"Sorry," Lin Feng interrupted: "I have no interest in your old history."

"Hmm, I’m going to pursue the remaining enemies, understand?"

"Don't be like that, little brother,"

Fan Fan Tianlei waved his hands repeatedly: "The First Special Battalion has already been sniped by you until less than half are left."

"Conversely, even if you wipe them all out, what meaning does it have?"

Hearing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh: "Then you tell me, what has more meaning?"

The tone was heavily teasing, but Fan Fan Tianlei didn't mind at all.

"Little brother, let me tell you."

"With your formidable personal strength, staying in a conventional unit is simply a waste!"

"It’s wasting and consuming your 'talent,' you know?"

"Also, do you know how much manpower and resources it takes for the military to train a special forces soldier like you... no, even one-fifth as good as you?"

"It takes a lot, right?"

Looking at Fan Fan Tianlei, whose spit was flying everywhere, Lin Feng genuinely felt a tiny bit of disgust!

"Uh, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Can you just be direct and stop beating around the bush?"

Fine, fine, I’m getting to it!

Fan Fan Tianlei smiled and nodded: "Little brother Lin Feng, I just want to tell you."

"Staying in a conventional unit will limit your development."

"Only special forces can truly reflect your value!"

"A man, a soldier, must charge into the smoke and fire of war."

"Because flowers and applause can only ever be given to heroes."

"The enemy's head is your glory and military merit."

"If you want to get promoted and get rich quickly,"

"the battlefield is absolutely the best choice for a soldier."

"One last sentence: beauties love heroes, get it?"

Motherfucker, I have to admit, Fan the Pit's ability to bullshit people is genuinely formidable.

Even though Lin Feng was prepared, he couldn't help but feel his blood boil at this moment.

Killing enemies, earning merit, getting promoted, getting rich, beauties,

he said it all; just ask, who wouldn't be tempted?

Of course, being tempted is just being tempted, but he couldn't nod. ===== CHAPTER 22 =====