Mad Blade made a throat-slitting gesture, meaning if this guy is a hindrance, they'll deal with him tonight.

Yang Fei subtly shook his head.

This big man's combat prowess is quite remarkable among mercenaries. People like him are never ordinary in any armed force.

"If we really kill him, it might catch the attention of the Great White Bear's higher-ups, making it troublesome for the Changfeng Squad to stay here quietly."

The big guy looked at Mad Blade's ugly expression and snorted disdainfully.

"I knew all of you are cowards, can't even shoot, right? Soldiers who don't fight on the battlefield, what kind of damned soldiers are they?"

With that, he turned around and strode out of the tent, soon returning with two large wooden crates, which he threw onto the ground.

The big man, cigarette in mouth, pointed at Mad Blade and Yang Fei.

"Open the crates, find suitable weapons for yourself."

"Since you're with me, the River Beaver, you better act like soldiers. Don't all just curl up; what kind of look is that?"

Yang Fei cursed inwardly, "Perverted fool, others dodge war like it's a plague."

"This guy is eager to rush into battle, really thinks bullets have eyes?"

Though secretly cursing, Yang Fei had no choice but to join Mad Blade in opening the crates. The Changfeng Squad gathered around.

Everyone here are professional soldiers; they naturally love weapons. Saying guns are a soldier's second life isn't a lie.

Everyone gasped when they saw the contents of the boxes.

Each person's palms itched a little.

The firearms inside the wooden crates were all top-notch modern technology products.

M-family submachine guns, the Ak series family; rifles, submachine guns, and large-caliber pistols, everything was there.

In another large wooden crate, there were even two Fire God Cannons, with heavy golden ammunition belts filling the bottom.

Yang Fei marveled at how Great White Bear Mercenaries truly have strong capabilities.

Such advanced weaponry, and undoubtedly highly-skilled soldiers - no wonder they can stand firm like Mount Tai in Triangle Beach.

The big guy, seeing everyone's expressions, smiled contentedly.

"I've brought you the gear; whether you can act like soldiers depends on you."

He then pointed at his own nose, loudly introducing himself.

"Remember this name, River Beaver, your only commander."

"He will lead you to victories, earning generous bounties."

"I guarantee, if you survive three battles, with your pockets stuffed with US Dollars, you definitely won't be some damned Cook Soldier!"

Saying this, he casually grabbed a military overcoat on the ground, pulled out a pile of US banknotes, and tossed them in the air like snowfall, shouting loudly.

"This is your welcome gift from River Beaver, and soon, as long as you are willing to risk your life, you will reap tenfold, hundredfold the returns."

"By then, you certainly won't be stuck in the dammed Cooking Squad, which is a place for women. Being here as a real man, cooking is definitely a disgrace."

Yang Fei internally marveled at how River Beaver, though seemingly rough, is indeed skilled in leading troops to war.

These colorful US Dollars truly stimulate a soldier's hormones, making people's blood boil with eagerness to risk their lives.

A mercenary's faith is money.

Under heavy rewards, there will be brave warriors. This method is simple and crude, yet very effective.

However, this little amount of money isn't anything significant to the Changfeng Squad members.

Every member of the Changfeng Squad is worth millions or even billions; these tens of thousands of US Dollars aren't attractive at all.

The group looked at each other, while River Beaver thought these Cook Soldiers were stunned by his generosity and laughed heartily with hands on hips.

Yang Fei had an idea and shouted loudly.

"Goodness, so much money, I've never seen this before. I'm going crazy."

His neck crooked, eyes slanted, acting like he was having a seizure.

His eyes were bloodshot, while the other eye kept winking at the others.

The rest of the rogues suddenly understood, pretending to be overwhelmed with joy, chasing after the banknotes like beggars discovering a gold mine.

Mad Blade, while despising Yang Fei's overly exaggerated performance, snatched a one hundred Yuan US Dollar bill and planted a hearty kiss on it.

"Ah, money, I swear this is the first big fortune I've received in life!"

Everyone rolled their eyes at Mad Blade, some had to cover their mouths tightly to avoid bursting into laughter.

This guy, worth billions, saying such words, is truly nauseating to death without paying.

River Beaver was very pleased with these poor saps' performance.

Based on his past experience, only these green US banknotes can ignite soldiers' most passionate battle spirit.

And River Beaver uses such methods to turn his soldiers into the most elite and most berserk fearless fighters.

River Beaver turned a rookie meeting into a fervent battle-preparation assembly.

Watching a group of Cook Soldiers with eyes burning red from the US Dollars, he satisfiedly laughed.

"I've slept enough, going out for a walk, you prepare dinner first."

"Remember my words, this is not your battlefield, your battlefield is at the front lines!"

River Beaver swayed his burly body and walked out of the tent.

Inside the tent, silence instantly resumed.

Fan Yi poked his head out, seeing River Beaver had walked far away, he casually tossed a stack of US Dollars he snatched onto the ground.

Mad Blade's hand was already clutching a wad of US Dollars. He picked up the money Fan Yi threw, muttering.

"Don't waste it; this little money is enough for me to find two Ocean Mares."

The crowd looked at Mad Blade disdainfully, Yang Fei shook his head and sighed.

"Mad Blade, have some ambition, won't you? Your exaggerated performance made me want to vomit."

Mad Blade snorted: "Little Bird Yang, do you have the nerve to talk about me?"

"Look at your bloodshot eyes, acted like it's real, disgusting."

Yang Fei shrugged: "It's simple, just steer the Essence Qi to eye acupoints."

"I only beg you, don't be so nauseating; you're a man with billions, grabbing money like snatching funeral hats."

Mad Blade retorted: "Isn't that because of your damned parasitic plan? To make it look real, do I have to be so earnest?"

Listening to their bickers, everyone laughed.

Only Three Swords let out a long sigh.

"Stop arguing, a Cook Squad leader turns out to be a war maniac; what do we do now?"

Three Swords asked this question, speaking the mind of everyone.

With the current strength of the Changfeng Squad, as soon as they act on the battlefield, they can't stay low-profile; it's impossible to hide from others.

Yang Fei chuckled: "Pretending to be low-key is lethal."

"First, we try not to go on the battlefield; even if we do, we can only pretend to be trash and just protect our own lives."

Mad Blade laughed out loud.

"Actually, the Cooking Squad isn't a combat unit; if we don't want to go to the battlefield, we just need to handle River Beaver."

The crowd nodded repeatedly, deeply agreeing.

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