?Reading on mobile phone Xu Yougao felt something was off—more and more off as time went on. Eighty Electronic Book He had full confidence in his subordinates. Even if they were ambushed, with the force at their disposal, they were certain to break through and make a stand. But now, his men were suffering heavy casualties, and the enemy’s attacks grew fiercer and fiercer, threatening to overwhelm them. After all, although his men weren’t all die-hards, most had received formal military training, and could easily coordinate and launch counteroffensives. Yet the enemy’s combat effectiveness was superior—more accurate in shooting, and far more resourceful. In no time at all, they had gained the upper hand. Qin Feng sat atop a distant tree, holding a telescope. After this prolonged observation, he had reached a clear conclusion: the members of this mysterious organization were likely composed of mercenaries, possessing high levels of tactical proficiency. Now let's look at Xu Yougao's team. Although many of them clearly carry the marks of military officers, they are unmistakably veterans from the Huaxia military. It is well known that the Huaxia military leadership places far greater emphasis on political training than on military drills. In short, after several years of service, soldiers end up doing more routine duties—such as standing at attention—than actually handling their rifles; they clean their weapons more often than they fire them, and throughout the year, they only get lucky enough to have a few shooting opportunities. Indeed, true marksmen are forged not just by practice, but by sheer exposure to bullets. Qin, the young count, chewed on a stem of grass and smiled to himself, saying, "Xu, you truly let me down. No surprise there—being a bureaucrat, you're always eloquent and persuasive when talking, but when it comes to real action, you're going to have to pee your pants!" "Honestly, Xu You-gao was truly on the verge of peeing his pants. Out of the nearly forty subordinates assigned to the ambush, fewer than half were still breathing, and among those, half of them were injured and had lost their fighting capacity. "Senior, we need to retreat now—otherwise, we'll be completely wiped out," one of them said, his face pale with worry. Xu You-gao had survived thus far not by luck, but by his intelligence. From the beginning of the battle until now, he had never shown himself—only extended his arms and fired a few shots outward. As for where exactly the bullets had landed, only heaven knew. "I'd like to retreat," he said, angrily, "but how? Haven't you noticed that we're completely surrounded!" "Then let's break through," the subordinate replied. "Even if we die, it's better than waiting here to die." With a determined resolve, Xu You-gao said, "Let's break through—everyone gather together and charge straight ahead in one direction. I don't believe we'll be unable to make it!" A whole group of his subordinates had vowed to die, and upon his command,十几 people surged forward at once, launching a fierce assault against the enemy. The mercenaries were genuinely stunned—they hadn't expected the opposition to break through, nor had they anticipated such a powerful and coordinated charge. But this momentum was quickly eroded by the mounting casualties. Within just fifty meters, only three of Xu Yougao's men remained with him. Qin Feng drew out a lightweight, suppressed sniper rifle, loading his magazine while saying, "No matter what, you're all Chinese citizens. I can't just watch you get treated unfairly by foreigners!" With that, he began firing rapidly, averaging one shot per second, and steadily increasing his rate of fire. Within fifteen seconds, he emptied twenty magazines, bringing down twenty of his opponents. The hired soldiers finally realized there were still enemies, and began to search for targets. By the time Qin Feng's second magazine had six rounds left, no one on the other side could breathe anymore. As for Xu Yougao, two of his three aides had fallen, leaving only one, who was also hit by two bullets in the leg. The gunfire seemed to have stopped abruptly, leaving him at a loss—those areas that had previously been strong in firepower were now completely silent. He found himself wondering if the Master had sent reinforcements. It was quite possible; though he had always looked down on Liu Su, he deeply admired her meticulous attention to detail. Since this operation had been masterminded by the Master, he suspected she may have anticipated difficulties and stationed a hidden force here in advance. If that were true, he would no longer report back to the head of the sect. *Crack*—a bullet struck the last person beside him, piercing through his brow and killing him instantly. It made him feel an involuntary chill—how could someone from his own side fire upon his own people? Huff… A cold wind blew in, stirring up some dust. He unconsciously covered his eyes, and when he opened them again, there stood a man carrying a sniper rifle. He immediately recognized him—Qin Feng. Qin, rarely seeing him so shaken, spoke with a mocking tone: "The First Elder isn't holding up very well at all. Truly, I'm worried for Su Su. Leading a group of such useless people—how can she possibly revitalize the family's fortunes!" Xu Yougao's face tightened: "You've indeed been working with Liu—this is a trap set jointly by you two, isn't it?" "Exactly," Qin Feng smiled. "But the more people know, the sooner they die. Since you've already figured it out, I won't let you live much longer!" With that, he pressed the rifle against the man's throat, cutting off any chance for him to plead, and pulled the trigger. A bullet entered Xu Yougao through his throat, passed through his spine, and exited through his back. He tilted his head and collapsed to the ground. Qin Dashi moved toward the opposite side of the battlefield. The golden-haired count lay beneath a patch of dry grass, wounded at his coccyx—the legendary "bursting of the flower" spot. Though not immediately fatal, this injury was a clear and severe one; he fainted the moment he was struck. Qin Feng took out a water bottle and poured cool water over the count's face. The blonde man shook his head and said, "This is only half our personnel!" "Now, the second question—where are the rest of them?" asked Qin, the young lord. The blonde man smiled, "I'm telling you exactly that—you won't be able to find them. As soon as they receive the news of the mission's failure, they will immediately withdraw!" "Very well. I'm not satisfied with this point, so I need to ask the third." He raised his third finger and said, "The final question is: what kind of organization are you? What is your organizational structure, and where is your headquarters?"