Before Sha Meng could pull the trigger, Feng Yi had already taken control of his Mecha, stepping forward nimbly. Following that, Silver Spear pointed forward, whoosh! Like a dragon thrusting its spear, its tip struck in an instant, leaving Sha Meng with no chance to react. The scout's thrust and retraction of the spear were fluent, in one breath; retrieving the spear, he deftly snatched Sha Meng's laser and fired three more shots...

This... what the hell was going on? One couldn't imagine someone who was about to surrender suddenly becoming so vigorous and taking down half of his brothers in the blink of an eye. The Empire soldiers couldn't physically react in time; he was moving too fast, so much that a slight lapse could mean losing sight of him. All attention had to be focused on locking onto him. By the time Sha Meng's Mecha decided to strike back swiftly, the majority of them were already grounded on the spot.

Feng Yi rolled consecutively on the ground while counterattacking, and as he rose to his feet, he struck with his spear once again. The 13 Sha Meng Mechas came to a complete halt. In total, it was all within the span of a few breaths.

Spitting, he dusted off his hands with an easy grace, not even bothering to see who Brother Feng was, the real-life Revenge Shadow Rider. Feng Yi looked around but didn't spot any suspicious persons, so he stealthily left the battlefield, leaving markers along the way.

And the next target... was naturally to hit them as he encountered them on the way. Encountering an enemy station would be ideal. In military stations, the likelihood of encountering on-duty personnel was obviously much higher. On average, for a division-level combat unit, the number of on-duty teams was at the very least beyond ten. Thus, Feng Yi still placed most of his bets on encountering enemy on-duty personnel.

The midday sky was clear blue, with the sun blazing overhead, not a trace of coolness in the hot, humid jungle. Inside the cockpit of his Mecha, Feng Yi was already drenched in sweat, but he never stopped his hurried pace. Not long after, he finally discovered traces of Empire soldiers for the second time.

This on-duty squad had only seven members, and damn, this group was clearly more aggressive than the previous batch, not hesitating to get physical without much talking.

In the sweltering heat, Feng Yi's mind was muddled by the baking sun. If not for his keen awareness and quick ducking in response to the aiming reticle, he too might have died a premature death. Shortly after, the seven-man squad lay prostrate on the ground... The Empire soldiers didn't even have time to cry out for help.

However, walking and fighting like this was clearly not a good method; it was almost like grinding mobs in a game. Couldn't there be some herbivorous, peace-loving creatures? How was one to live like this, walking in such a vast region almost the size of five provinces, looking for an on-duty team? How difficult was it?

Feng Yi felt somewhat deflated. If today didn't go as hoped, he would have to try another method. Of course, John's intelligence was a factor as well; he hoped for some good news soon.

By now, he had already travelled over 200 kilometers from the Blazing station. Not long after, Feng Yi happened to encounter the third Empire on-duty squad. Fortunately, this batch of soldiers weren't as violent as some of the previous ones. The leading Mecha spoke first, the person seemingly a low-ranking military officer, "You there, put down your weapons immediately, surrender and you shall not be killed."

"How am I to believe you?" Feng Yi's voice of skepticism came through the communicator.

"You have to believe, and you have no choice but to do so, one Mecha against us has no chance of winning, is that reason enough?"

"Alright, you must ensure my safety," Feng Yi responded.

"I, Gru, guarantee your personal safety right now as an Empire junior lieutenant," assured the officer.

Feng Yi was taken aback at the words, aware of the convoluted term and the sensitive title 'junior lieutenant.' Gru undoubtedly came from Vafidia, a nation that had once been glorious but was now obliterated and oppressed by an unfair treaty with the Empire. The citizens lived a lowly life, barely higher in status than livestock. Even when serving in the military, they were distinguished by the term 'junior,' and it was said that lower class men couldn't even afford to hit their wives; they had to endure being cuckolded or hope for the unjust mercy of Imperial law.

Feng Yi's fist clenched unconsciously, "Mr. Gru, I believe you."

The term 'mister' used by the Federal soldier moved Gru unexpectedly. No doubt, those who usually addressed Gru as 'mister' were the lower class people, while both Federal soldiers and Imperial military men were undoubtedly upper class, yet the man in front of him...

Gru bound Feng Yi swiftly and without hesitation. He felt sorry, but as an empire soldier, he had to fulfill his duty meticulously.

Feng Yi was the eighteenth federal prisoner captured by this battalion-level unit. On the way to the escort, he took note of places worthy of attention, such as the mecha display area, the ammunition depot, and the prisoner concentration camp.

During the interrogation, the interrogating officer's armed belt snapped loudly as a show of power. "Kid, your name and the unit you come from."

Feng Yi, full of courage, was unfazed and proudly stated, "Name is Wang Wei, from the Federal Eagle Corps' Special Airborne Brigade, Second Reconnaissance Group, First Battalion, Third Company, Scout. Having said that, he paid no further attention, displaying a pride that seemed to say 'kill me if you dare.'

The empire soldier spat and thought what an idiot. These unlucky soldiers, one after another, were as stubborn as rocks. Another ten minutes of interrogation with Feng Yi led nowhere. Seeing the fruitless interrogation, he directly threw this "Mu Tou" into the prisoner concentration camp.

The concentration camp wasn't very large, and the rooms were isolated from each other. Perhaps because this unit was far from the main battle area, there was no inclination to mistreat the prisoners. All that could be seen was the isolated state of the prisoners, without even the restraint of ropes on their bodies.

Feng Yi had actually been imprisoned, and it was simply unbelievable to the federal soldiers. As he walked, Feng Yi's facial muscles twitched and changed back to his original expression without attracting attention. The federal soldiers collectively realized a problem—they had hope of being saved.

At 2 a.m., the sentries at the prisoner concentration camp were swiftly knocked unconscious by Feng Yi. Clearly, he couldn't take so many people on a mission; the target was too obvious. Instead, he gave the group an electronic recorder with marks of the safe routes he had mapped out along the way. That was all he could do. He needed to find more people as quickly as possible.

The soldiers he had saved had a lot to say, but when the words reached their lips, they ultimately transformed into a standard collective military salute, accompanied by tears rolling down their cheeks…

Yes, at that moment, they too wanted to do their part, to do what they could for Feng Yi, the hero before the screen. But deep down, they knew best that they would only become a burden to Feng Yi at that time.

The distance of 200 kilometers was not far, and in this dense jungle, before the Space Fleet arrived, if they exerted all their effort, they could arrive in just over a day. At least, that was the case for this well-trained ace Airborne Brigade.

After parting with the dozen or so soldiers, Feng Yi finally took out his communicator. He discovered a response request from John. There was only one response, sent hours earlier.

John knew very well that if the corps commander had not answered the call, it must be because it was inconvenient to do so. To lower the risk of exposure, he didn't call again. John had been waiting for the past 24 hours. When the Heavenly Communication rang, he hurriedly answered it.

"John, how goes the intelligence investigation?"

"Quite well. Three thousand elite soldiers deployed in one day, divided into 300 groups for precise patrols. We discovered seven imperial military bases and 153 imperial sentry groups, avoided 139 groups, and engaged in 14 armed conflicts—eliminating the enemy with zero casualties."

Feng Yi knew that this so-called avoidance of 139 groups was achieved through the hardware superiority of the ninth-generation models, meaning that the ninth-generation assembly signal could detect imperial troops within a ten-thousand-meter radius while the empire's forces could only scan our troops within two thousand meters. Such achievements weren't worth boasting about. He asked, "Any news about the map issue I gave you?"

"Reporting to the corps commander, I have learned through special channels about someone nicknamed 'First Flying Thief' on the Twin Stars. This person often appears in the desert oasis and is extremely knowledgeable about the Devil's Forest terrain—a mysterious figure unknown to most. I have already established contact and plan to meet him tomorrow."

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