Chapter Twenty-Six: Chaos in the Jungle!

Walking through the jungle, Qin Feng was extremely vigilant. He avoided scorpions, centipedes, snakes, and other poisonous creatures, sidestepped fierce beasts when he encountered them—even though he couldn’t see clearly what they were. Now was nighttime, filled with uncertainties, and it was always safer to avoid trouble whenever possible.

He continued on his way, occasionally coming across venomous insects, scorpions, centipedes, spiders, and snakes. He steered clear of them all; if he couldn’t avoid them, he drove them away, and if that failed, he eliminated them. If the fight wasn’t in his favor, he simply took a detour. He knew survival in the jungle meant not provoking its denizens—otherwise, trouble was inevitable.

Qin Feng moved silently, like a wraith, expertly concealing himself. His hiding was so meticulous that almost no one could discover him; no one knew where he was.

After about ten minutes, Qin Feng halted, his eyes filled with caution. Above the jungle, he noticed birds circling restlessly, unwilling to descend. It was nighttime, when most birds should be resting among the trees, yet tonight they hovered above the canopy. There could only be one explanation: someone had disturbed them, making them afraid to enter the jungle. In other words, there were people ahead.

Realizing this, Qin Feng quickly concealed himself behind a large tree, then retrieved his Type 88 sniper rifle from his back. He slowly extended the barrel, carefully observing the area through the scope. Soon, he spotted several soldiers hidden in the undergrowth, behind trees, and even in depressions in the ground. Their concealment was thorough—if not for the birds above, he might never have noticed them.

“I need to be more cautious. Let’s see what this group intends to do,” Qin Feng thought to himself, reminding himself to stay calm. He had no idea what these men were planning, so he had to be careful to avoid being “eliminated,” and survive.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out with a burst of white smoke; a soldier was instantly “eliminated.” Someone had fired, taking out one of the men. It seemed they had discovered each other, and now, without hesitation, they opened fire.

More shots followed in rapid succession. The soldiers’ formation was thrown into chaos. After one man fired, the others began shooting at each other, each aiming to “eliminate” his opponents.

“Well then, let me ‘snipe’ you all myself,” Qin Feng’s eyes flashed with a sharp light. He had been hiding until now so as not to be discovered, but with the enemy embroiled in a chaotic battle, none could spare the attention to search for him. This was the perfect opportunity. He kept his eyes on the soldiers, aimed without hesitation, and pulled the trigger.

Three sniper rounds shot out, whistling through the air, vanishing swiftly. Each bullet struck a soldier.

In an instant, three plumes of white smoke rose; three soldiers “eliminated,” their faces blank with confusion. They never understood how they had been taken out, nor could they even locate their attacker.

Qin Feng fired and changed position. Although there were no enemies nearby, he remained cautious—better safe than sorry. If discovered, he could be “eliminated,” which would be disastrous.

The tactic of firing and relocating had been taught to him by Su Yun. For a sniper to survive on the battlefield, he must change position after every shot. This minimized the risk of being killed, allowed him to remain concealed, and improved his chances of survival and eliminating enemies, ultimately enhancing his combat prowess.

There had been about six soldiers in this group. Apart from the first who was “eliminated” by the others, Qin Feng took out the rest—none survived.

After confirming there were no other enemies nearby, Qin Feng stepped out from behind the large tree, collecting the sniper bullets from their bodies. He already had a Type 88 sniper rifle; he needed nothing else, only ammunition. He swiftly gathered all the sniper rounds from the six fallen soldiers, spending less than a minute before disappearing into the jungle.

The six soldiers were left in shock. Qin Feng’s speed had exceeded their expectations—he vanished before they even registered his presence. After he left, realization dawned on their faces: they had been defeated by a true expert.

Though eliminated, they accepted their loss without complaint. They knew Qin Feng’s combat strength was exceptional, far beyond the ordinary, and understood why they had fallen to him.

At the beginning, with so many participants, gunfire was frequent throughout the jungle—battles raging everywhere.

But as time passed, after three hours and deep into the night, the gunshots became less frequent. Many had not yet eaten, needing to search for food, and they also needed rest; otherwise, they wouldn’t last until morning.

The jungle gradually quieted. Most people searched for food or places to rest, with only a few still fighting.

Meanwhile, inside the satellite monitoring room of the Tiger Commando Battalion, the battalion commander and lieutenant watched the scene unfold. There were still two hundred and thirty people in the jungle; seventy-five had been eliminated.

“These fights are quite intense—right from the start,” the lieutenant remarked with a smile, noticing how eager the participants were to win, doing everything to “eliminate” their opponents.

“Indeed. In the end, those who survive will be the strongest—the special forces soldiers we want to select,” the commander replied. He observed that while many fought fiercely, few managed to eliminate their opponents and preserve themselves. Those who lacked concealment skills would likely be “eliminated” by others; surviving would be extremely difficult.

“I must admit, a few are truly formidable,” the lieutenant said.

“Yes. Let’s see who will be among the final thirty to survive,” the commander said.