Blake didn't stop there. He walked up to Fei Shuwen, his eyes full of provocation: "Mason, I heard you volunteered to participate in this mission?"

I'll see what you're really made of. Once we set off, you'll be at the very front of the group, scouting ahead. If you back down at the slightest sign of danger, or go astray, I'll skin you alive!

Haha, isn't that how that saying goes?

Faced with Blake's difficult demands, Fei Shuwen straightened his back and responded loudly, "Yes, sir! I guarantee I will complete the mission!"

Chang Yin, Tang Shengkai, and Fei Shuwen exchanged glances, their eyes conveying nothing. They knew that Blake would undoubtedly create numerous obstacles along the way, but no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, they were determined to participate in the mission and find an opportunity to rescue Commander Han.

Inside the POW camp at Base 9, barbed wire gleamed coldly under the blazing sun, and heavily armed U.S. soldiers paced back and forth like ghosts, constantly monitoring every move within the camp.

The pungent stench of sweat, blood, and rotting flesh permeated every inch of the air, making one want to vomit.

In the dark and damp cell, Commander Han was huddled in a corner, his emaciated body wrapped in a tattered, blood-stained military uniform. His hands trembled as he struggled to break a piece of moldy bread into small pieces—this was the only "food" the US military provided each day, the bare minimum to keep them alive as "bargaining chips."

His eyes were empty yet held a hint of stubbornness as he gazed at the sky outside the cell, torn apart by barbed wire, pondering how to find a chance of survival in this impenetrable camp.

The exchange, ostensibly for bargaining chips, involved other Chinese soldiers, not Commander Han himself. He sensed that the US military's decision not to kill him was part of a larger conspiracy.

Commander Han's eyes immediately hardened. No matter what, he would not dishonor the uniform he wore. If he really reached the point where he could not survive and had no chance to escape, he would end his own life.

I will absolutely not cause the organization any trouble.

The three brothers, Tang Bei, Tang Dong, and Tang Nan, huddled in the withered grass. They had all grown quite a bit recently, but they were still much thinner than the average adult soldier. Their clothes were torn by thorns, and the strips fluttered slightly in the wind.