Chapter 520: Blood Feast

Chapter 520: Blood Feast (Update 3)

Ever seen a reaping?

With one swift swing of a sickle, fields of wheat fell like dominoes.

Out of eighteen mercenaries, eight were down in an instant.

Only the most seasoned fighters dropped to the ground at the first sign of danger, wishing they could disappear into the earth.

Faced with an unyielding hail of bullets, no one dared to stand.

Nor did anyone risk just taking the hits.

As battle-hardened scavengers, they not only pinpointed their prey but also knew exactly how to protect themselves.

Under a relentless barrage, they crawled forward in a frantic dash.

Lowering their bodies to the utmost, their movements defied normal speed.

Moreover,

Ten mercenaries emptied their standard M16 assault rifles.

Only counterattacks, suppressing fire—only by stopping the enemy from drawing near did they hope to stay alive.

Meanwhile,

They tore off their hand grenades, released the safeties, and tossed them as if they were free.

Boom, boom, boom!

One explosion followed another from the grenades.

Soon, the roaring of two QJY88 heavy machine guns abruptly fell silent.

A spark of hope flickered on the mercenaries’ faces.

Had the machine gunners been blown to bits? Or had they simply run out of ammo?

Either way, this was their chance to survive!

In an instant,

Figures erupted from the ground.

Yet, as they began to rise,

two heavy, muffled booms exploded unexpectedly.

Bang! Bang!

The mercenaries’ faces turned as pale as death.

They knew exactly what those gunshots meant.

It was the death warrant of the deadliest long-range sniper rifle on the battlefield!

And sure enough,

two mercenaries who had just risen and hadn’t even had time to react,

saw one’s head burst open like a watermelon.

The other had his midsection shattered in a single, vicious blow.

Their bodies were tossed aside as if collided with by a speeding truck.

The remaining eight mercenaries paid no mind to their fallen comrades.

Some even took a grim satisfaction in the sniper missing them.

Which meant they were still alive.

That was luck.

On the battlefield, skill alone doesn’t guarantee survival.

A single stray bullet, courtesy of bad luck, could end you.

In combat, surviving is all about luck!

The eight mercenaries scattered like petals in a storm.

Running shoulder-to-shoulder? As if they were afraid of being stuffed like dumplings?

At that moment, their sheer terror became unmistakably clear.

Be it running, tumbling, or dodging, their bodies twisted and turned in unpredictable trajectories.

The seamless connection between every move was astonishing—each dodge executed in under a second.

Even while performing high-difficulty rolls and evasions, they managed to deflect any standard sniper shot.

They could calculate the position of every large tree and hiding spot behind them, deducing the sniper’s angle.

This was experience earned through blood, sweat, and battles.

But… what good did it do?

Keep in mind, they were up against individuals considered the cream of the national military crop.

Every one of them possessed combat abilities that, in any local unit, would rank among the best.

Trying to show off in front of Guan Gong?

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Three bursts of gunfire erupted.

One mercenary, executing two feints in a single second while on the run, was shredded into a bloody mess.

Another had his bulletproof helmet blasted off, leaving his skull grotesquely exposed.

Then there was one mercenary who seemed to be lucky.

While sprinting, a stray bullet snapped his leg, sending him sprawling.

Lady Luck smiled on him, sparing him from the raining bullets above.

But… the moment he hit the ground,

the earth itself reached out with a hand clutching a combat dagger.

Thud, thud, thud!

His throat, chest, and abdomen were stabbed three times in rapid succession.

Then the hand silently retracted into the leaf and branch-littered ground,

as if it had never been there.

Only one mercenary remained, his eyes wide in eternal terror, his body convulsing as he took his final breath…

Meanwhile, five mercenaries continued running, hiding, and evading.

They exhausted every effort to escape that trap.

No mission fee or objective mattered more than their lives now.

Only then did they truly understand what a mercenary’s forbidden zone meant.

No—this wasn’t merely a no-go area for mercenaries.

It was Death’s own territory!

They had no clear idea what kind of opponent they faced or how many there were.

…Flowers, please…

Nearly half had already been wiped out.

Their once-proud combat skills now seemed as feeble as a child’s first steps in the face of these terrifying adversaries.

They could feel it even more acutely,

these foes were colder, more ruthless, and utterly indifferent to life.

Professional soldiers?

No—they had seen plenty of professionals.

But they had never witnessed a killing machine this horrifying.

One mercenary finally couldn’t take it and leaped from his cover.

He refused to wait for death and prepared to fight back.

Suddenly,

a thin streak of silver flashed before his eyes.

The next moment,

he felt a tight grip around his neck, something slicing into it.

….. 0 0

The brutal force lifted his body, pinning him against someone’s back.

He feebly flailed his limbs like an overturned turtle.

Until, tongue lolling, his body went limp as mud.

They released the steel wire in their hands, letting the mercenary’s corpse slide off.

Members of Group Nine stuck out their tongues and licked the corners of their mouths.

It was as if they had just enjoyed a sumptuous dinner.

A Blood Feast!

……

As the last three team members were taken out, the Mercenary Captain kept running.

His all-out sprint had him drenched in sweat.

The sweat on his brow even trickled into his eyes.

In this mission, he personally witnessed every team member fall.

Worse still,

he had emptied his bullets and tossed every grenade.

In a bid to lighten his load and run faster,

he discarded his pistol, rifle, and communication gear…

But…

Just as he was about to escape the trap, having run exactly 400 meters,

he spotted a lone figure with its back turned, standing at the edge of the Dense Forest.

The Mercenary Captain stopped in his tracks, staring in despair at that figure.

It was like facing a mountain too tall to scale.

Then he noticed, from the darkness behind him, nine figures advancing,

more like an abyss closing in.

“They threw you out as bait. The purpose is obvious,”

Xiao Yu slowly turned, gazing at the Mercenary Captain.

“He’s coming, isn’t he?” he murmured.