Chapter 1: The Cold-Faced Lieutenant of the Death Squad

The soldiers in the Death Corps are certainly not virtuous individuals. Typically, they come from two sources. One source consists of various death row inmates within the Great Chu. If they volunteer to join the Death Corps, they can avoid execution and be assigned to serve at the front lines. If they are fortunate enough to survive a few major battles, they can redeem their past crimes and thus clear their names. However, very few are able to successfully clear their names; generally, after one or two major battles, the personnel in the Death Corps need to be replaced. The second category consists of troublemakers in the military, who have been so despised by their superiors that they are sent to the Death Corps. For these individuals, even if they are seasoned veterans, the chances of survival are extremely low.

I will not leave, of course I will not leave. Where else can I find such a good testing ground for a death camp? People have died, yet no one cares. Every day, I am confronted with all sorts of bizarre injuries. Such things are absolutely unattainable elsewhere. I will not leave.

"If you don't leave, then just stay here. When the time comes for your demise, don't regret it," Qin Feng said coldly

The blade in Qin Feng's hand measures three feet in length, with a handle that is two feet long. It is the standard weapon in the death squads, equipped by everyone from the school officer to the ordinary soldiers. The entire blade is formed in one piece using a mold, with a net weight of twelve pounds and nine ounces. It has a thin edge and a thick spine, making it most suitable for hacking. This blade has accompanied Qin Feng for six years, and the entire blade bears a faint reddish hue, a mark left by countless bloodstains that have soaked into it over time.

After completing a round of inspection, Qin Feng returned to his tent. In the death squad, each tent housed eight men, but only the school officer Qin Feng occupied a large tent by himself. Normally, a school officer would not have the privilege to occupy a large tent alone, yet no one was willing to share a tent with him, preferring instead to squeeze together in smaller groups. As a result, Qin Feng inadvertently benefited from this situation.

For all the soldiers of the Death Corps, Qin Feng is a legend, as no one has ever survived for six years in the Death Corps without losing their life. The Death Corps, as the name suggests, is a unit that charges at the forefront during an attack, yet falls to the rear during a retreat. Their purpose of existence is to face death, using their own lives to secure victory or survival for the larger army. The Death Corps, as the name suggests, is a unit that charges at the forefront during an attack, yet falls to the rear during a retreat. Their purpose of existence is to face death, using their own lives to secure victory or survival for the larger army.

The entire death squad consists of 1,500 individuals. After a single battle, the casualties typically exceed half, and during peacetime, the daily attrition rate is also above 2 to 3 individuals

Qin Feng, a captain of the Death Corps, is a veteran who has served in the military since the age of sixteen, dedicating six years to his service. He enlisted directly into the Death Corps, starting as a low-ranking soldier and steadily rising to the rank of captain, which is the highest military rank among the camp officers in the Great Chu army.

Qin Feng snorted and sat down opposite Shu Chang, "Shu madman, you have been in the death camp for three years, and you still don't want to leave? I must inform you that we have received the order to mobilize. This time, the battle with the Western Qin is not just a trivial skirmish. Even if everyone protects you, it may not guarantee your safety."

Qin Feng sat cross-legged on the blanket, carefully winding the vine around the handle of the knife, being particularly cautious. With each turn, he pulled it tight. This vine is a unique climbing plant found in the Falling Petal Mountain range. After being boiled in hot water for several hours and then dried, it becomes as soft as hemp rope, yet its strength surpasses that of steel. The numerous small protrusions on its surface provide a tactile sensation when held in hand. On the battlefield, when gripped, it will not slip even if stained with blood. This vine is a unique climbing plant found in the Falling Petal Mountain range. After being boiled in hot water for several hours and then dried, it becomes as soft as hemp rope, yet its strength surpasses that of steel. The numerous small protrusions on its surface provide a tactile sensation when held in hand. On the battlefield, when gripped, it will not slip even if stained with blood.

Every day, corpses are carried out, and every day, someone enters the death camp carrying a bundle.

The death squad does not camp together with the main army, but rather at a distance of several miles from the main camp. This is because the entire army believes that staying close to these individuals would inevitably lead to trouble, so they naturally keep their distance to prevent their own soldiers from being corrupted by these people

This doctor has been in the death squad for three years. He is the person who has spent the longest time in the death squad besides Qin Feng. His longevity is not due to exceptional combat skills, but rather because he is the one whom everyone in the death squad is determined to protect. Over the course of three years in the death squad, he has gained the recognition of everyone, from top to bottom. It is widely acknowledged that as long as you are not unfortunate enough to be killed on the spot, as long as you still have a breath left, this doctor can bring you back from the hands of the King of Hell. Such a person, who would not want to protect him? Who would think that they would never face a day close to death? At that moment, as long as this divine doctor is still around, there is a chance he could save your life. Thus, this individual, who has spent three years in the death squad and has hardly touched a knife, is the one who has lived the best. Moreover, it is passed down by word of mouth that every new member of the death squad will know that in battle, the person who needs the most protection is this doctor.

Wherever Qin Feng passed, those lying down closed their eyes, those roasting chickens stared intently at the roast chicken before them, not daring to move even as half of it was nearly burnt. Those who were frowning in confrontation no longer glared at each other, but instead turned their eyes in accordance with Qin Feng's movement. Meanwhile, the individuals engaged in fighting seemed, at that moment, to be frozen as if under a spell, with a kick suspended in mid-air and a punch poised to strike the opponent's face, yet halted just a few millimeters away from their target.

The soldiers in the death squadron usually do not exhibit any military discipline. At this moment in the camp, soldiers are sprawled in disarray, some sitting, some lying down; some are cursing loudly, others are roasting chickens they have somehow procured, and many are engaged in contests of strength, glaring at each other, with the next moment inevitably leading to a brawl. Fighting and brawling are completely routine for the soldiers in the death squadron. If you lose a fight, it's just your bad luck; if you get killed, it's simply your misfortune. No one cares, including Qin Feng, who has never intervened.

Until the footsteps of Qin Feng disappeared, both sides then began to curse and fight again.

This person is the only individual in the Death Squad who dares to confront Qin Feng directly. Of course, this person's courage to face Qin Feng does not stem from exceptional martial prowess, but rather from the fact that he is the only doctor in the Death Squad

When he lifted the curtain of the large tent, he found that someone was already seated inside. Qin Feng was not surprised; he entered the tent, removed his armor, and took a seat opposite that person

However, no one dared to provoke Qin Feng. Every newcomer assigned to the death squad was bold enough to challenge anyone except Qin Feng. Even if they were beaten like a dog, they would not necessarily yield. Yet, as soon as they saw Qin Feng appear, they would basically behave like a mouse encountering a cat

To subdue everyone in the death squad, Qin Feng certainly does not rely on eloquence or personal charm. In the death squad, there is only one thing that is effective, and that is the fist. As a school officer, if one's fist is not strong enough, there is absolutely only one outcome in the death squad: death. Each of these soldiers can be considered a desperado; killing the commander of their regiment is certainly not a big deal for them, as their hope of living is already very slim. In the end, it is just death, so what is there to fear!

Are you done? Qin Feng frowned as he looked at the guy across from him, whose clothes were still stained with splotches of blood. "Shu Fengzi, every time you come here, can't you change your clothes and wash the blood off your hands and face?"

However, it is unprecedented for someone like Qin Feng to remain in the daring death camp for six years without moving. During these six years, three deputy lieutenants, who were Qin Feng's assistants, were transferred to other camps to serve as commanders.

Is this the reason why you meticulously clean every piece of armor after each battle? Tsk tsk, if outsiders were to hear that this ruthless captain of the death squad has an extreme aversion to blood, very few would believe it

In the Death Squad, there is only one rule: no group fights. If two individuals cannot see eye to eye, they must settle it in a one-on-one duel. Should anyone dare to form factions and engage in a group brawl, they will undoubtedly be met with sharp knives. Generally speaking, Qin Feng deals with such behavior by eliminating both factions completely. After all, the Death Squad never lacks manpower. If some individuals are lost, the higher-ups will naturally send in more replacements.

In the Death Corps, there are indeed individuals who have risen to prominence. Those with exceptional luck, who manage to survive for two years in the Death Corps, can generally be promoted to the rank of second lieutenant. However, by this time, they are usually reassigned to serve in other battalions. Such individuals have no shortage of opportunities in the military, as they have essentially become renowned warriors within the army. Every military leader hopes to recruit these battle-hardened survivors into their ranks.

Shu Chang, known as Shu Fengzi, chuckled and shook his head, saying: "What is there to exchange? Have you seen less blood?"

It is precisely because I have seen too much that I have come to dislike it

In the daredevil camp, even Qin Feng did not dare to claim that he was completely at ease, for it was uncertain when that madman might sneak into his tent to stab him. However, this doctor was absolutely untouchable.

Regarding these discussions, Qin Feng has always remained indifferent. As for the issues between him and the commander, perhaps only the two of them are aware of it.

The Qin Feng who appeared before the soldiers was always a stern and unsmiling leader, with a cold demeanor and a heart as unyielding as his expression. He was exceedingly strict with the soldiers under his command.

Many people speculate that this is the reason why Qin Feng has always been like a nail embedded in the Death Corps. Unless the commander is reassigned, but it seems unlikely that the commander will be reassigned now. Ultimately, there is an eighty to ninety percent chance that Qin Feng will be eliminated by the enemy in a certain battle, thus ending his military career

The name of Qin Feng is not only well-known in the Death Corps but also throughout the entire western border army of the Great Chu. This individual had the audacity to overturn the general's table in the command tent, and not only did he survive this act, but he also managed to walk out unscathed, which is truly remarkable

Having cleaned the armor, Qin Feng donned each piece onto his body. With a clatter, he stood up, tightened the armor laces, lifted the curtain of the large tent, and strode out.

He wrapped it around in circles until he reached the end of the knife handle, then tied a tight knot. Qin Feng stood up, casually twirled the knife a few times, and nodded in satisfaction. He inserted the knife into the ground beside him and took his armor, carefully wiping it with a cloth. The armor plates were dark and each one was oval-shaped, stacked together. The entire set of armor weighed thirty-eight pounds. For a slender soldier, wearing it would be quite a burden. However, for all the soldiers of the death squad, this was clearly not an issue