"What happened?" Zhang Feng looked in the direction of the dispute.

Two civilian armed soldiers dragged a Ukrainian from behind the haystack, and found an M9 pistol and an officer's certificate from him.

Pilip threw away the cigarette butt and trotted over there with a rifle.

"We caught a Ukrainian officer who claimed to be an informant of the Russian Security Agency. I have never heard such a funny joke." A thin Slavic guy grinned and punched him in the stomach without hesitation.

The Ukrainian was covered in mud, his hair was stuck in several clusters with mud, and his pants were stained with dark red blood, which looked very embarrassed. He was punched again on his stomach, causing him to buckle his waist reflexively and vomit out all the stomach juice.

"Ugh, Shet! I'm not kidding, man, at least let me meet your sir before beating me. Don't be impulsive..."

"I am their chief." Pilip walked forward, put his arm on the shoulder of a civilian armed soldier, and looked at the Ukrainian who was pressed with his back-cut hands with his eyebrows raised. "You said you are an informant of the Russian Federation Security Agency? Where is your proof?"

"I haven't brought my ID out, please believe me, just take me to the back."

"We can't take you to the rear, we're here to watch the tank." Pilip raised his finger and interrupted him, "And since you're from Russia, why are you hiding behind the haystack?"

"Listen, I am an informant of the Russian Security Agency and have been providing information to them until four months ago. But the good times didn't last long. I was discovered by people from the government forces four months ago."

Too lazy to continue talking nonsense with this man, the thin Slavic guy threw the man to the ground, then pulled out a scimitar from his waist, and swung it with a grin, "It seems that if you don't suffer a little, you won't tell the truth."

"Believe me! Fake! I'm really"

The scimitar did not fall, and Zhang Feng grabbed the Slav boy's hand.

Both Pilip and the Slav guy looked at him and looked inquiring eyes.

"Wait until I ask him a few words." Zhang Feng let go of the Slav boy's hand, walked to the Ukrainian, and squatted down, "What's your name?"

"Skanov... You are from the Star Ring Trade, right? Take me to see your boss! Please, before everything is too late... cough cough!" Skanov coughed a few times, not sure if it was mud or blood to the ground.

"Do you want to see our boss? Haha, I really want to do it too. I also want to take a photo with him. Of course, it would be better if I could shake hands." While chewing gum, Sergei looked at Skanov with a smile.

Zhang Feng ignored this live treasure and stared at Skanov's eyes for about half a minute.

"Take him up, we're going to go back to the back." Zhang Feng turned around, gestured to Sergei, and pointed at Skanov, "If he escapes or resists, you'll kill him."

"Report!" Sergei stood attentively.

"If you have farts, please let it go." Zhang Feng said impatiently.

"What if I accidentally get out of fire?" Sergey glanced at Skarov with malicious intentions.

Before he immigrated to the new country, he was Russians in the eastern part of Ukraine. Although he was both Slav and Ukrainians, the Russians in the eastern part and Ukrainians in the western part were born to not pee in the same pot. Since the collapse of the Soviet Union, both sides have disliked each other, let alone fighting now.

"Then I will strip you naked and throw it into the cesspool."

"Shet! Boss, I'm just kidding." He shouted after Zhang Feng. Sergei then turned around and poked Skarov's arm with a rifle. "Hurry up, go ahead, raise your hands, hold the back of your head, don't let me see you play tricks."

Watching Sergei walk forward with Skarov, Pilipe walked to Zhang Feng.

"I advise you not to believe his sweet words. We can meet these prisoners who claim to be informants of the Russian Security Bureau every day. They are nothing more than thinking about being sent to the border between Crimea or Russia-Ukraine, or other places where people are talking about human rights." Pilip glanced at Skanov, "The most convenient way is to torture valuable information, and then find a place to kill him. With this thing, he is also a military industry."

As he said that, Pilipe patted the officer's certificate in his hand.

"Maybe, we have time today anyway." Zhang Feng said.

Pilip shrugged, said nothing, and walked away.

The team was reorganized next to the farmland, and Zhang Feng found that there were fewer people in the team.

"Where is the Hans?"

"It's still in the wooden house." A black guy chuckled and made an o gesture.

"Damn it,...the enemy attacks!"

After shouting in Chinese, Zhang Feng raised his leg and kicked the wooden house. With a bang, the whole wooden house was shaken a few times, shaking off two taels of mud. Then he heard a man screaming and scolding from the wooden house, and a woman laughing.

His face was red, and the white Hans walked out of the cabin with his pants in his arms, limping out while jogging out with his arms around his waist.

"Enemma, where is the enemy? Shet, you are playing with me!"

Hans was about to find out who was bad for his good things, but found that the foot was kicked by the captain, and he immediately shook his back with a smirk.

Behind him, the plump Ukrainian girl also walked out of the door and changed into a miscellaneous military uniform of folk armed forces. When she passed by Hans, she even blew a kiss to him in a bad way.

Zhang Feng didn't say anything, just said lightly, "Prepare to get on the road", and then walked in front of the team and headed towards Donetsk City.

As the group passed by the drone hive, the black guy in the team stepped forward and carried the half-human-high drone hive directly behind him. With the help of the mechanical exoskeleton, his weight could easily exceed 200 kilograms, and this weight was nothing to him. The only thing that was in trouble was the mud on the ground, because the drone hive with a hundred kilograms behind him could easily poke into the mud.

The way back was very safe. The high-altitude drone had already investigated this area in advance. Not to mention the shadow of the enemy along the way, even a living animal could not be seen.

Along the way, Skarov was not restless. As time went by, his expression changed from time to time.

Finally, he couldn't help it and said.

"Do you have a radio station? Can you contact the rear?"

Zhang Feng stopped and looked back at him.

Skarov took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes. The man, who was 9 meters tall, had a hint of pleading.

"Listen, this is very important. I know that I am suspicious now... Whether you believe it or not, I hope you can at least contact your boss. 'Natasha', I just ask you to report this name to your superior. Please, no matter how late it is, it will be too late!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!