Yang Fei forced a bitter smile; Chen Ruiling wouldn't accept his apology.

That meant the elite special forces would still target the cooking squad.

Yang Fei's guess was correct.

On the third night, Chen Ruiling, after being released from the stockade, launched a night raid on the cooking squad's barracks.

That night, the sky was clear with a sparse moon, and the temperature difference in the Great Desert was vast between day and night. During the day, the sun scorched people, making them sweat profusely, but at night, the cold was quite severe.

Chen Ruiling led over a dozen special forces soldiers and stealthily approached the cooking squad's barracks.

This time, besides the three Mulan female special forces soldiers led by Chen Ruiling, there were also seven elite special forces soldiers from other squads.

All soldiers had a strong sense of teamwork and honor.

The elite special forces squad being beaten by a few pig-raising soldiers was simply a shared shame for all eight elite special forces squads.

So, for this raid, everyone quietly sent their best special combat experts.

If they didn't severely teach these pig-raising soldiers a lesson, how could they still call themselves special forces?

Chen Ruiling knew these guys were tough, so she moved very cautiously.

She and the eleven special forces soldiers crawled forward until they reached the front of the cooking squad's barracks.

Chen Ruiling and the other special forces soldiers each had prepared two kettles of hot water, filled to the brim.

These more than ten scalding kettles of hot water were Chen Ruiling's gift for the 004 pig-raising soldiers.

Just thinking about those nasty guys being scalded and howling made Chen Ruiling's heart secretly delighted.

Carefully listening to the breathing inside the tent, she finally waved her left hand after listening for a long time.

Two Mulan female soldiers rolled forward, silently cutting the tent flaps' ropes with their daggers and pulling the tent open.

Chen Ruiling was the first to act, throwing two kettles of hot water into the tent.

The other special forces soldiers also treated their kettles like grenades, throwing them into the 004 cooking squad's barracks.

Strangely, even after so many kettles were thrown in, the barracks remained eerily quiet.

There wasn't even the sound of the kettles crashing to the ground.

Chen Ruiling felt a pang of doubt.

She signaled with her eyes, and a tall special forces soldier to her left understood, creeping towards the tent.

At that moment, Chen Ruiling suddenly saw long shadows stretching from behind her onto the ground.

Startled, she spun around and widened her eyes upon seeing the scene.

In the moonlight, over a dozen guys in camouflage suits, their backs to her group, were casually relieving themselves with their zippers down.

Chen Ruiling could even smell the strong stench of urine.

Judging by their shapes and their baggy shorts, who else could these guys be but those damned pig-raising soldiers?

Flustered and anxious, Chen Ruiling scrambled to her feet.

At that moment, the tent flaps lifted, and the special forces soldier who had gone in to check the situation began stepping out, step by step.

A man in his thirties, short in stature, pressed a military spike against the soldier's throat, urging him forward.

His arm extended straight, his entire body radiating a menacing aura as sharp as a sword, intimidating those around him.

Chen Ruiling had no doubt.

If the soldier in front of the military spike so much as twitched, that ruthless spike would pierce his throat.

In the moonlight, the group of guys finishing their business zipped up and turned around, forming an arc encircling Chen Ruiling and her team.

Realizing they had walked into an ambush, Chen Ruiling instead calmed down, adopting a fighting stance for a desperate struggle.

At that moment, the barracks' flaps lifted, and another soldier walked out.

With a mischievous look on his face, he casually pointed at Chen Ruiling.

"Thanks for the concern, Instructor Chen; bringing us hot water on a cold night is so thoughtful."

He spoke, gesturing behind Chen Ruiling to the group who had been urinating, all wearing mischievous smiles.

"Perfect for waking these lazy asses up."

This guy was none other than Yang Fei, the one who had delivered food to Chen Ruiling.

At the sound of his voice, Chen Ruiling recognized him immediately.

Standing behind Yang Fei were Mad Blade on the left and Fan Yi on the right.

Fan Yi stood straight as a javelin, while Mad Blade was tall and burly, with a roguish grin.

Gritting her teeth, Chen Ruiling glared at Yang Fei and the other two.

She, too, was a martial arts master who had broken through to the Dark Force Heavenly Grade.

She could sense the frightening power of the two experts behind Yang Fei.

Their blazing Essence Qi was as intense as a hot fire meeting oil, unfathomable.

In contrast, she couldn't gauge Yang Fei's strength at all.

But seeing how respectful the other two were towards him, this guy was likely even more extraordinary.

Chen Ruiling felt a chill run down her spine.

Just these three alone could probably take down all the special forces soldiers she had brought.

Slowly turning around, she saw the dozen or so pig-raising soldiers behind her now releasing their auras.

Each one of them had a martial arts realm no less than Chen Ruiling's.

Each carried within them a terrifying explosive power.

Chen Ruiling felt a sudden collapse.

How could such a terrifying force be hidden in this special training base, disguised as cooking soldiers?

She sighed, lowering her gaze.

"We admit defeat. What do you intend to do with us?"

Yang Fei chuckled, "We're comrades in the same trench. Why talk about punishment?"

"The moon is bright; you're welcome guests. We're just delighted to have you."

Relieved, Chen Ruiling fixed her eyes on Yang Fei.

"Who are you really? Why are you hidden in the training base? Can you tell me?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily, gesturing for her to follow.

They walked a dozen paces away, avoiding the others.

Yang Fei whispered something in Chen Ruiling's ear.

Chen Ruiling's body trembled, her eyes filled with worship and astonishment.

"You're the legendary Evil Dragon..."

Yang Fei gently hushed her, and Chen Ruiling immediately fell silent, though she couldn't hide her excited blush.

"My lifelong dream is to join..."

"Oh, I really didn't recognize Mount Tai. I'm sorry."

Yang Fei extended his hand for a handshake.

"We only got to know each other through this. I sincerely hope you pass the assessment to join our unit."

"Really? I really can? That's wonderful!"

Chen Ruiling was beside herself with excitement, puzzling the special forces soldiers behind her.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, "Of course you can."

"But I guess if you get demerits again, you might lose that chance."

"Go back and rest; there's training tomorrow. Our identities need to stay confidential."

"Yes, sir!"

Chen Ruiling gave Yang Fei a standard military salute, her face glowing, ready to lead her soldiers away.

Yang Fei stopped her with a chuckle.

"Take back your kettles. We'll keep this hot water; it's perfect for a bath."

Face flushed, Chen Ruiling ordered her soldiers to retrieve the kettles.

Inside the tent, over a dozen kettles were neatly arranged, untouched.

This made Chen Ruiling even more impressed.

To quietly and skillfully catch over a dozen kettles thrown simultaneously required incredible speed!

Just then, Three Swords, who was on guard, issued a warning.

A large group of people hurriedly approached from the distance.

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