When the two Demon Emperor Guards walked in front of Yang Fei, Yang Fei, who was lying on the ground, suddenly sprang up.

His Triangular Military Spike pierced like a venomous snake into the groin area of one of the Demon Emperor Guards.

The guard let out a miserable scream and collapsed limply, his eyes bulging like a dead fish's.

The other Demon Emperor Guard reacted quickly and immediately retreated rapidly.

The muzzle of the gun in his hand, dark as a black hole, was aimed at Yang Fei on the ground, ready to shoot.

However, at this moment, Yang Fei rolled forward.

His legs accurately wrapped around the Demon Emperor Guard's neck, his body spun swiftly in a 360-degree rotation.

Bang!

The guard didn't even have time to react before the bones in his neck were twisted and broken.

His body, like a ragdoll, plummeted from the air.

Wei Cheng hardly needed to look at the guard to know he was done for.

With his neck bones broken and the spinal autonomic nerves devastated, life would end in just a few seconds.

Yang Fei clapped his hands and, with a cheeky grin, waved at Wei Cheng.

"Come out, our battle is over."

At this moment, the public communication channel of the Changfeng Squad was filled with a bunch of old rogues cursing and laughing.

"Damn, Instructor, with your skills, you're playing dead? That's like circling behind a school kid to sap them, too despicable."

"There's no most despicable, only more despicable!"

"Cui Xiang, stop yammering, you're sneaky too."

"Those two you killed, were they crushed by you?"

"A 200-kilogram fatty crashing down from a tree, I'm really worried if your future wife can handle you?"

"Mad Blade, you're overthinking it. Cui Xiang's problem isn't crushing his wife; it's whether a woman is willing to marry him."

"Long Xia killed three, I took out two, damn, it was intense."

...

Listening to the banter on the public channel, Yang Fei's face turned serious.

"Don't let your guard down, this bunch has excellent individual skills, they're likely the Special Forces of the Demon Army."

"Later, we still have to face them, everyone better be careful."

As he spoke, he gave a particular warning.

"Remember, if you see the Demon Emperor or the Sword Emperor, don't linger in battle, run like hell."

"Those two old demons, I'll handle them."

While Yang Fei was giving orders, Wei Cheng was listening beside him.

Hearing Yang Fei say such spineless words, Wei Cheng's eyes widened.

Yang Fei turned and, seeing Wei Cheng's disdainful look, became angry.

"Why the hell are you staring at me like that?"

Wei Cheng snorted, shaking his head in disdain.

"You all lack backbone; for soldiers, dying on the battlefield is duty."

"But you actually give your troops a preemptive order to flee?"

Pow!

Yang Fei knocked Wei Cheng on the head with a smack.

"You're brave, but your bravery costs your brothers their lives, so what's the point in you living?"

He scolded Wei Cheng in a lecturing tone.

"On the battlefield, what a Special Forces soldier should most importantly do is survive."

"Only then can they continue fighting, destroying the enemy to their fullest potential."

"A soldier's life is also a life; fighting for the country and their family means staying alive."

"When it comes time to really go all out, my brothers won't be inferior to the Blood-colored Army Knife."

Wei Cheng shuddered and couldn't argue back, his eyes reddening.

He suddenly knelt in front of Yang Fei.

"Yang Fei, I submit, can you save my brothers?"

"They're still tangled with the enemy in the jungle, maybe they've already been captured."

Yang Fei rolled his eyes at him.

"We're all brothers in the same trench, no need to say it, let's go!"

Under Yang Fei's lead, the Changfeng Squad advanced stealthily.

Only Mad Blade moved ahead, responsible for reconnaissance.

The stealth and lookout skills of the Changfeng Squad greatly amazed Wei Cheng.

This group employed a triple cross-cover method, advancing into the depths.

Each movement was cautious and silent.

And the covering coordination among them was seamless.

Compared to the Blood-colored Army Knife's stealth attacks, this group was the true experts.

They were like ink drops seeping into clear water, silently and invisibly occupying the enemy's control area.

Wei Cheng and Yang Fei, along with Fan Yi, formed the vanguard group.

He personally witnessed Yang Fei's bizarre and miraculous stealth skills.

Camouflage and stealth are basic subjects every Special Forces member is familiar with, and Wei Cheng was a master of this.

But Wei Cheng had never seen such a quirky and windstorm-like stealth approach.

Yang Fei sometimes stuck out his butt, pretending to be a tree stump, sometimes swayed like a willow in the wind.

In a blink of an eye, he somehow vanished from Wei Cheng's sight.

Then he suddenly reappeared from somewhere, startling people.

Wei Cheng felt that being with this guy required preparing medicine for preventing heart attacks and brain hemorrhages.

This guy was really frightening.

Anyone seeing a tree walking around or a face suddenly popping out from behind a massive vine would surely get scared to death.

Or a tree stump suddenly turning into a bear would give them heart attacks.

Yang Fei's stealth fully utilized the visual blind spots, psychological weaknesses, magic, optics, deception, and mimicry techniques.

Watching this guy stealth around made Wei Cheng feel intense anxiety.

While thinking, Wei Cheng suddenly noticed Yang Fei was gone again.

He hid behind a large tree, peeking around.

Crack!

From behind a large tree came a strange and spine-chilling sound.

Another sentry had his neck twisted by Yang Fei.

Wei Cheng looked admiringly at Yang Fei, giving him a thumbs up.

The jungle was filled with a strong scent of blood.

Suddenly, Wei Cheng noticed a corpse, hanging high on a tree.

A noose tightened around the neck, blood dripped from the mouth.

Tears welled up in Wei Cheng's eyes, and he stood up regardless, ready to rush forward.

Yang Fei circled back from behind the tree, grabbing Wei Cheng's shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"It's Little Zhou, my brother."

Wei Cheng struggled, his eyes fixed on Little Zhou hanging from the tree.

Yang Fei clutched his shoulder tightly, preventing him from moving.

"Look carefully, he's already dead, it's a trap set by the enemy."

Wei Cheng shuddered, following Yang Fei's gaze.

Sure enough, he saw a bulging object on Little Zhou's chest.

A thin transparent line extended from his bosom, tied to the tree.

This sight suddenly chilled Wei Cheng's heart.

Such transparent lines have natural mimicry characteristics.

They're usually used in the military as trigger lines for landmines.

This means the enemy used Little Zhou's body to set up a Tricky Thunder Formation.

"Then what should we do? I can't let Little Zhou be sacrificed and left in an incomplete state."

Wei Cheng lowered his head in sorrow, tears streaming down from his steel-like face.

Yang Fei sighed, "Dismantling the mines will wait until the battle is over."

"This implies that the jungle battle has ended; your brothers are probably either killed or captured."

"They used this body as part of a trap, not only to set an ambush but also to establish a warning line."

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