Chapter 3: Wild Dogs, Scissors, and Monks

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The sound of the horn in the camp startled Qin Feng awake from his slumber. He had gone to bed very late the previous night, and now, feeling anxious, he was utterly exhausted both physically and mentally. He never practiced martial arts, as he believed it would only hasten his demise. This left everyone in the Death-Defying Camp puzzled; their lieutenant never trained, yet his skills were always superior to theirs. Little did they know, Qin Feng wished that his martial prowess could remain at its current level without any further advancement. However, the reality was that whenever he engaged in a fight or a battle, that damned Hunyuan Divine Skill would inevitably increase, even if just a little.

Among the three, the fiercest is the wild dog. However, on the very first day the wild dog entered the camp, he was beaten by Qin Feng and lay in bed for a full half month. After getting up, he no longer dared to show his teeth in front of Qin Feng, and the other two, having witnessed the wild dog's madness, also avoided provoking him unless absolutely necessary

It is! The three of them straightened their bodies simultaneously. Qin Feng's words were not to be taken lightly. During peacetime, you could fight or kill as you pleased, as long as it was a one-on-one duel. However, at the onset of marching and warfare, any such behavior, even just spitting at your enemy, would only result in one thing: a blade. A blade that would sever your head.

In such a peculiar combination, a comrade who would normally want to strangle each other upon meeting, under the leadership of Qin Feng, has remarkably reduced the death rate of the suicide squad to below 50% over the past two years, which can only be described as a miracle

"Qin Touer, the commander of the main army has sent someone to inform you to attend the meeting at the main camp," said Xiao Mahou.

"Damn it, didn't we just have a meeting a couple of days ago? What meeting is this again?" Qin Feng spat, "Got it, tell the messenger that I'll go after breakfast. Little monkey, what are we having for breakfast today?"

Let the brothers pack up their things first! It is said that we will break camp today, but it is not specified whether it will be in the morning, at noon, or in the afternoon; in any case, we will leave today. Qin Feng threw a towel to Ma Hou and took the clean clothes and pants from his hands, putting them on one by one

"Prepare an extra 10% of food; if it is insufficient, find a way to solve it yourself," said Qin Feng

The monkey poured cold water over its head, drenching Qin Feng completely. Then it handed over a dry towel. As Qin Feng wiped the cold water off his body, he walked up to the three people, completely naked, and glanced at them.

The young monkey is only fourteen years old and was sent here because he stabbed to death his stepfather, who had abused him and his mother. Due to his young age, when he arrived at the death camp, no one dared to bully him. However, Qin Feng still assigned him to his side. In a camp consisting solely of men, there are certainly those who appreciate handsome boys. When the young monkey first entered the camp, his delicate skin and tender flesh might have attracted attention, but once he was by Qin Feng's side, even the boldest among them did not dare to look at him.

This time we are to venture deep into enemy territory, damn it, this is the order given by that idiot, are we really going to engage in a major battle with the Western Qin? But with our western border troops, it is simply not enough, so this time you must be extra careful with the supplies you protect. Once we enter enemy territory, we will have to conserve our resources, as no one knows what might happen. If we run out of food, we won't be able to fight at all, and we will just scatter.

The members of the Death Squad are not afraid to do anything. With such a group of rogues, Qin Feng sometimes finds it quite reassuring; just a slight hint is enough, and they all understand perfectly. Adhering to rules and regulations? Such individuals do not exist in the Death Squad; even if there were, they would have long since perished.

"As usual, the wild dog leads, the scissors are in the middle, and the monk is at the back." Qin Feng finally put on the last piece of clothing, "Furthermore, I warn you all, since the camp was raised, the entire camp has been in a state of war. Anyone who dares to engage in private fights, seek revenge, or cause trouble during this period will have their head chopped off and fed to the dogs."

As I lifted the tent flap and stepped outside, I discovered three individuals standing upright before my tent. They were the three sergeants of the Death Squad, my subordinates: Wild Dog, Scissors, and Monk. Of course, these are not their real names; they are merely nicknames. There are no decent gentlemen in the Death Squad. Wild Dog was sent to the Death Squad from another unit, where he had already earned his nickname. When he went wild, he lived up to his name, daring to bite anyone. Eventually, during one of his fits of madness, he shot and killed the commander of his original unit and was sent to the Death Squad to die. However, upon arriving here, he found himself thriving instead of perishing, and he gradually rose to the rank of sergeant. Scissors and Monk, on the other hand, were not soldiers before. Scissors was originally a small business owner in Qiushui City. After his wife was seduced by a local dandy, he stealthily entered the dandy's mansion one dark and stormy night, bound the man with a rope, and then beat the drums to wake everyone up. In front of hundreds of onlookers in the mansion, he used a pair of scissors to cut off the man's genitals inch by inch. His crime was unforgivable, yet somewhat understandable, leading to his conscription into the military, hence his nickname. Monk, before arriving at the Death Squad, was indeed a monk, but a debauched one, indulging in drinking, gambling, and womanizing. He was particularly fond of seducing women. After being caught, he was originally sentenced to be executed, a crime unforgivable yet somewhat understandable. However, he volunteered to serve in the military to avoid the death penalty. After several years in the Death Squad, he accumulated merits and was promoted to sergeant.

Among these three individuals, if one were to be considered a good person, it would be Scissors. He is a sworn enemy of the Monk in the camp, unable to tolerate such a lecherous monk. Upon hearing that the Monk was captured for picking flowers and brought to the Death Camp, Scissors immediately targeted the Monk as soon as he entered the camp. However, after two years of fighting, both have accumulated numerous scars on their bodies, yet neither can gain the upper hand over the other

Qin Feng waved his hand, and with a swift turn of the scissors, he departed in a clean and neat manner

Time passes so damn quickly! Qin Feng hates how fast time goes by; he wishes it could forever be frozen at a certain point and not move forward. This way, he would no longer have to worry about when this enormous hidden danger within him might erupt.

The three individuals had seen Qin Feng's scars before, but each time they did, their hearts couldn't help but race. It was hard to imagine how a person could survive with so many injuries on their body

The little monkey revealed a smile: "Qin Tou'er, yesterday I went to look for some mushrooms, and I also asked the wild dog for a wild chicken, and I made chicken soup."

Understood

Thus, in the death squad, there exists a spectacle; once the state of war commences, those who usually wish each other dead will surprisingly exchange smiles upon meeting, fearing that others might think they have resumed their quarrels.

As Qin Feng stepped out of the large tent, he paid no attention to the three individuals, but instead walked straight past them. His personal guard, Ma Hou, promptly brought over a bucket of cold water. Qin Feng leisurely stripped himself completely bare, standing there in front of the three, his body covered in numerous scars that crisscrossed and overlapped, causing the three, who glanced at him from the corner of their eyes, to feel a surge of fear and trepidation.

"Yes, find a way for yourself." Qin Feng suddenly chuckled, "I know that after lunch today, there will be a batch of supplies entering the Changsheng Camp. If the timing is right, huh? Hahaha!"

Understood. Scissors nodded and stepped back

"Figure it out yourself?" The scissors were momentarily taken aback

Three people arrived early in the morning at the entrance of Qin Feng's large tent, yet none dared to lift the curtain to enter, standing stiffly outside instead. This was because none of the three knew whether they would be greeted by a fist or a kick upon entering. Each of them had experienced this before; Qin Feng's punches and kicks were indeed not easy to endure. A single hit could leave one in pain for several days.

"Good, good, bring it up." Qin Feng laughed heartily. This little monkey, despite its size, has quite a skill in cooking. It is said that all of this comes from its stepfather, who was stabbed to death by it, a chef from a restaurant.

The little monkey trotted into the large tent; he was the only one in the camp, aside from the madman Shu, who could enter the large tent freely without facing any repercussions

"Qin Tou, the order is to depart today. Whenever we break camp, we will wait for Qin Tou's command," said Jian Dao, stepping forward and speaking loudly.

"Stray dog, monk, go back and prepare; leave the scissors behind." Qin Feng lifted the curtain and entered the large tent. The mad dog and the monk showed no hesitation, turning around and leaving, while the scissors followed closely behind Qin Feng into the tent

The scissors glinted as I said, "I understand now. I will handle it well. Whatever the daring troop desires, everyone must provide it to us"

Stand up, this is the fifth time this year. Each occurrence is more intense than the last. Is it truly beyond control? Shu Fengzi said that for every additional pill he takes, he is taking another step down the path to destruction, or perhaps there is a deeper meaning to it.