The River Beaver hesitated for a moment, but Dan Dan had already pulled back the curtain and started running.

Such a two or three-year-old child, no one paid attention to.

And the River Beaver, afraid of angering Yang Fei, did not give the order to kill, allowing Dan Dan to slip away by a hair's breadth.

The River Beaver looked at the Cooking Squad where captives lay haphazardly on the ground and sneered.

"Search high and low only to find it effortlessly; this is the price of treating me like a fool."

At this moment, a burly Colonel lifted the tent flap and walked in.

"River Beaver, how is your task going?"

The River Beaver proudly pointed to Yang Fei and the Changfeng Squad lying on the ground.

"Except for three, the rest are all here, and more importantly, Yang Fei might know the whereabouts of the Mithril Sky Crystal."

The Colonel was startled: "What, he actually found the Mithril Sky Crystal?"

The River Beaver nodded: "Yes, this guy said so before he fainted, trying to save his own life."

The Colonel shook his head: "That's hard to say, he could completely be lying."

The River Beaver laughed sinisterly.

"If he dares to deceive me, I'll slaughter his brothers one by one in front of him."

The Colonel shook his head: "You're still so violent, our Wu Clan has integrated into mainstream society for years, we need to learn to coexist with the world in a civilized way."

"Although ordinary people are contemptible, they are also our amulets. Without their cover, if the Heavenly God discovers our presence, imagine the consequences for the Wu Clan?"

Upon hearing these last words, the River Beaver's expression changed involuntarily.

After a long pause, he finally gritted his teeth and said harshly.

"Then let's fight! The Wu Clan has endured humiliation and survived for so many years, I've had enough."

"Hmph, childish!"

The Colonel glared at the River Beaver and said lightly: "Do you think your insignificant skills can defy the gods?"

"Behind the gods, do you even know what big figures are there? Defying the heavens sounds easy, but it's about the life and death of tens of thousands of Wu Clan descendants!"

The River Beaver wanted to say something more, but the Colonel already waved his hand.

"No more talking, imprison Yang Fei and the others. When they wake up, inquire about the whereabouts of the Mithril Sky Crystal, use torture if necessary, but don't let them die."

The River Beaver perked up, saluted the Colonel.

"Yes, I guarantee to complete the task."

When Yang Fei woke up, it was already two days later.

He only felt the light stabbing his eyes, the bright glaring halogen lamps making it hard for him to open his eyes.

With difficulty, Yang Fei finally adjusted to the intense light and found that his limbs were tightly restrained.

He looked down and saw himself high up on a cross, spread-eagle, with limbs bound by steel rings as thick as a child's arm, the chains clattering.

"Chief Instructor, you're awake?"

From the left came Cui Xiang's voice, deep and hoarse.

Yang Fei turned and looked, Cui Xiang, with a big belly, was also hanging on a cross, about three or four meters from Yang Fei.

Cui Xiang's heavy body hung down, pulling the chain overhead tight.

Yet his toes could barely touch the iron frame at the foot of the cross, making him look pale with exhaustion, and his big belly seemed to have shrunken.

This cruel design forced everyone hanging to use all their strength on their toes to support their own weight.

Otherwise, the chains above would cripple a person's arms.

Yang Fei looked at his own feet and found it the same.

Pain shot through his arms, forcing him to exert all his strength to barely keep himself up on his toes.

"Chief Instructor, how did you get captured too? We were hoping you could save us."

From Yang Fei's right, came the voice of Shen Feng, filled with fatigue.

His usually bright little eyes were now dull.

Yang Fei gave a bitter smile: "We were all deceived by the River Beaver."

"This guy kept a low profile and is actually a True Martial level master with the military aiding him."

"Alas, never did I expect our Changfeng would stumble here. Are these bastards planning to execute us?"

The one sighing was Long Xia, as strong as a black panther.

His shirt removed, his robust muscles were squeezed by the chains, showcasing a kind of violent beauty.

Yang Fei gave a cold laugh: "The fact that the other side has a True Martial Master makes our downfall unsurprising."

"But so far, we haven't lost, and they haven't won."

He said, glancing from left to right, except for Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and Three Swords absent.

The rest of the Changfeng Squad and he, a total of nine, were all lined up hanging on the crosses.

Among them, Ghost Wolf kept his head down, silent, obviously his injuries hadn't healed, causing worry.

Not far away, fortifications were built with two Big Viper Machine Guns, crisscrossing to cover the sector, aimed at the Changfeng Squad.

Inside the fortifications, sentries stood guard 24/7 defending.

Behind each member of the Changfeng Squad, two soldiers stood on guard with guns, preventing any movement.

Nearby, was the base camp of the Great White Bear Mercenaries, with over a thousand elite soldiers ready at any moment.

Such defense was not lacking in rigor, yet Yang Fei remained full of fighting spirit, refusing to yield.

Yang Fei's words were met with a lively response from the group of rascals.

"Exactly, who knows who will win."

"Damn that River Beaver for ambushing us, otherwise, I wouldn't be in this mess!"

"Break out and slaughter the River Beaver!"

...

Hearing that everyone hadn't lost heart, Yang Fei felt slightly comforted.

The flag never falls, the charge never ends, this is a soldier's spirit.

At this moment, two sentries behind Yang Fei rushed over, hitting Yang Fei's abdomen with a gunstock.

"Stop talking, talk again and you'll be shot!"

Behind the others, the sentries rushed over, cursing and hitting the group.

Everyone fell silent, no one said a word.

These sentries, in everyone's eyes, were mere ants.

But with no choice under the eaves, no one would foolishly court present disaster.

Yang Fei let the sentries hit him twice without resisting.

These guys' attacks were nothing more than tickles to him.

He glanced at the brightly lit barracks in the distance and began plotting how to escape.

Yang Fei looked up at the iron ring binding him, as thick as a child's arm.

With Yang Fei's current Martial Arts Realm, if he fully deployed the Elephant Shock, this iron ring should break.

But the key issue was that vibrating the iron ring would surely alert the sentries.

At that time, with two Big Viper Machine Guns firing simultaneously, everyone would die there.

However, Yang Fei believed that such tight guarding couldn't remain unchanged forever.

As long as the enemy had a moment's lapse, his opportunity would come.

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