Chapter 1496 - 1497: Can We Still Be Brothers?
Fan Yi didn't have the same feeling as Yang Fei, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw the lamb leg at Mad Blade's waist.
"Mad Blade, you can't replenish energy like this. Besides, once we enter the jungle, the strong smell of lamb might expose your whereabouts."
Mad Blade was taken aback and came to his senses.
"That's actually true, damn, such a big lamb leg, what a pity."
Yang Fei immediately rubbed his hands together eagerly: "Don't waste it. If you're in trouble, you can always count on us to help out."
Mad Blade was utterly reluctant but knew Fan Yi was right.
This strong lamb odor could easily give away his position in the jungle, possibly costing him his life.
Mad Blade painfully handed out the lamb leg to Yang Fei and Fan Yi.
Yang Fei devoured more than half of the roasted lamb leg.
Fan Yi, however, was refined, carefully slicing the lamb with a little knife and eating it piece by piece, finishing a small portion.
Mad Blade looked on feeling the pain, as Fan Yi ate the last piece of lamb and glanced at him with a chuckle.
"Actually, I have a method to remove the remaining odor of lamb."
"You can use wolf dung to smoke it, that way the lamb smell turns into a wolf's scent, unnoticed by others, yet it still tastes like lamb."
"Ah, Ayi, you're messing with me, can we still be bros?"
Mad Blade was shocked and instantly shouted, stomping and glaring, looking quite comical.
Fan Yi rolled his eyes at him and said with an elegant smile, "The reason is simple, because I'm hungry."
Yang Fei laughed heartily, Fan Yi usually appears as a cool male idol, but when he played tricks, Mad Blade was caught off guard.
"Heavens above, Earth below, what kind of people have I befriended."
Mad Blade punched his chest and stomped his feet, wanting to cry but shedding no tears, feeling so pained he took deep breaths.
Yang Fei laughed heartily.
In the Changfeng Squad, Yang Fei, Fan Yi, and Mad Blade shared life-and-death experiences, their bonds were strongest.
Every time before a big battle, the aloof Fan Yi, the funny Yang Fei, the gluttonous Mad Blade, would always joke around to relieve their tension.
At 3:10 PM, the Comprehensive Special Combat Competition officially began.
This time the arena was set in a cold-temperate coniferous forest in Siberia.
The jungle is interlaced with birch, water caltrop, and Siberian pine trees, with dense forest and grass, perfect for jungle special combat.
At the center of the coniferous forest, there is a natural lake, with a broken ship in the middle.
The goal of this competition is to enter the broken ship and find a confidential document to bring back to the base headquarters.
Whoever snatches the file and brings it back to base is the winner.
Though the task looks simple, there are 17 Special Forces competing for a thin document, which is anything but simple.
Seventeen Special Forces swiftly entered the forest within ten minutes after the competition started.
Generally, the sooner one enters the forest and approaches the lake, the higher the chances of winning.
But Yang Fei's Blue Sword Squad hadn't entered the forest battlefield promptly.
Strangely, the Golden Tri-Leaf Special Forces also hadn't entered the forest.
It wasn't until half an hour later that Yang Fei and a bunch of Evil Dragon Rascal Soldiers swaggered into the forest.
A bunch of them walked carefreely as if strolling on a leisurely spring outing.
However, once the Blue Sword Special Squad was out of sight, they immediately grew tense and quickly vanished into the woods.
In front of the surveillance video, Major General Walker, Li Guoqing, and high-ranking military officials from all nations were glued to the big screen.
Watching the Blue Sword Squad disappear into the jungle, a chill went down every spine.
Thinking that their own forces would cross paths with these scoundrels made each nation's captain and instructor anxious, their hearts unsettled.
Li Guoqing noticed the complex expressions of everyone and awkwardly chuckled.
The Blue Sword Squad indeed won quite a few points previously, but none were won openly.
This group of scoundrels had endless sneaky tricks that caught people off guard.
No nation's Special Squad escaped their craftiness, nor were they ever happy about losing.
Faced with this group's methods, each country's instructors felt a belly full of frustration.
If only these guys won through sheer strength, it would be no big deal.
What makes it suffocating is that these guys have never once won openly and fairly.
For example, once in a stealth competition, participating Evil Dragon Soldiers just entered the jungle and comfortably fell asleep.
The opponent searched the whole forest and never found the five Evil Dragon Soldiers.
After dark, the opposing instructor received headquarters' notification that Evil Dragon Soldiers withdrew, admitting defeat.
As soon as the opposing instructor exited the forest to declare victory, the surveillance system ruled, announcing their loss.
It turned out Yang Fei intercepted headquarters' communication network, faked a message, tricking the opponent out of the jungle.
Such cases are countless.
This made Special Forces instructors from various countries grind their teeth in envy, yet they couldn't help but admire.
Because of this, Li Guoqing always feels embarrassed in front of international officers.
Right at this moment, someone gasped lowly.
"Golden Tri-Leaf Special Forces are entering too, heard this time Smith leads personally."
"Well, Golden Tri-Leaf Special Forces are all composed of Genetic Warriors, exceptionally powerful in combat, especially jungle warfare kings, Blue Sword Squad will find it tough to acquire intel this time."
"I feel Blue Sword Squad might be in trouble this time, Genetic Warriors can awaken animal instincts in jungles, making them tougher with innate talents awakened."
"Shh, keep it down, Blue Sword Squad isn't easy to deal with, Golden Tri-Leaf may mess with them, but we can't."
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Listening to everyone's discussion, Li Guoqing faintly smiled bitterly, secretly praying in his heart.
Three hours later, Blue Sword Squad had traversed over 30 kilometers in the woods, already seeing some Special Squads being eliminated, reluctantly walking out of the jungle.
Each Special Forces Soldier carries a Soldier Recorder.
If hit, the surveillance system declares the soldier "dead."
If a squad has "dead" numbers exceeding two-thirds of its total, the system rules them out.
As per past trends, of 17 Special Squads, reaching the destination remained under five or six squads.
The majority were defeated in jungle confrontations.
Blue Sword Special Squad moved gracefully through like a tiger on its territory.
Other squads, upon encountering Blue Sword, automatically backed off, like beasts meeting a tiger.
No one wished to confront Blue Sword Squad head-on.
After all, their combat strength was overwhelmingly powerful.
A hasty encounter with the Blue Sword would only lead to a miserable defeat and mockery.
Despite this, Blue Sword Squad met an ambush at the 25-kilometer mark, experiencing their first confrontation.
Update was slow, my mindset's been off lately, Boil Wine needs to adjust, apologies to all my bros.