What happened to the Delta Force? It turned into Arknights!

The moonlight bathed Andorn in a silvery glow. He looked at his teammates and said, "It's getting late. Let's call it a night. Everyone go and get some rest. The watch arrangements will remain the same as always."

Everyone agreed and got up to return to their tents.

At this moment, Han Fei suddenly spoke up: "Wait a minute, if I may ask, what is the old rule?"

Andorn explained softly, “We plan to stay in the wilderness for two nights, so we will take turns keeping watch. Mr. Han Fei, you don’t need to worry. You can get some rest tonight. Sweet dreams.”

Han Fei scratched his head and said, "This isn't a good idea. How about this, I'll take the night watch too. Let me do it tonight."

Throughout Han Fei's journey, Remy An arranged all his food and lodging. Although he participated in the battles, everyone else was giving it their all.

Under these circumstances, Han Fei felt that it would be inappropriate for him not to participate in the night watch.

After all, one is bound to be obligated to those who feed them, and since he's already taken advantage of both the food and the money, keeping watch overnight isn't a big deal for him.

Andon was about to offer some advice, but Han Fei interrupted him before he could even speak, saying, "It's alright. I've been taken care of by you all along the way, so let me keep watch for everyone on the first night."

Seeing Han Fei's seriousness, Andon knew that persuasion would be useless, so he nodded slightly: "Alright, since you insist, then you can keep watch for the first half of the night, and I will take over for the second half."

"This way you can get some rest. After all, we have to travel tomorrow, and it's not good to catch up on sleep in a bumpy train carriage."

After a moment's thought, Han Fei agreed, saying, "Okay."

There's another battle to fight tomorrow, so staying up all night is really unnecessary and only adds to the instability.

P.S.: A short update of 11,000 words, so light and easy, but that's all. Time to rest and sleep. I didn't sleep all night. I'll talk about it after I wake up.

Finally, here's some data. Thanks everyone.

Lastly, I'll ask one last question: why is Mingchao's voice so hard to farm? The person who was farming it for me is dizzy.

Volume 1: Chapter 94 Night Raid

"Call me if you get sleepy."

Texas walked up to Han Fei, the campfire casting a long shadow of her. "I'll keep watch for you."

"Row."

Han Fei nodded slightly and said, "If I couldn't even open my eyes anymore, I would definitely come to find you."

"Ah."

Texas made a soft nasal sound and turned to walk towards the tent.

Before long, only Han Fei remained in the camp. The flickering campfire cast his shadow on the tent, sometimes long and sometimes short.

It has to be said that it was quite boring to be on guard duty alone late at night. With nothing to do, Han Fei started tossing gold coins around by himself.

It wasn't the pirate coin you just picked up, but the coin that comes with the Red Wolf skin.

The campfire flickered in the wind, the crisp sound of metal striking knuckles mingling with the crackling of burning firewood.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft zipper sound broke the silence of the night.

Han Fei looked in the direction of the voice and was surprised to find that the person who came was Remy An.

He glanced down at his watch—there was still over an hour before Andorn took over.

It was late at night, and all around was quiet. Even Han Fei instinctively lowered his voice when he spoke: "Can't you sleep?"

Remien shook her head gently, her pink hair gleaming softly in the moonlight. She walked to Han Fei's side, gracefully gathered her skirt, and sat down.

"I've already had a nap," her voice softer than the night breeze. "I thought you might be bored, so I came to check on you."

At this point, Remy's lips curled into a faint smile, and she asked softly, "How is it? Are you bored?"

"really."

Han Fei honestly admitted that as he tossed the gold coin high into the air again, "I couldn't doze off, and I couldn't get distracted."

In this wilderness teeming with Sarkaz mercenaries, the Night's Watch must remain constantly vigilant—those ruthless outlaws who live on the edge will show no mercy.

“So, I’ll keep you company for a bit.” Remian tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll go back to rest after Andorn takes over.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Fei paused in his play with the gold coins and glanced at Remy An.

As if guessing his thoughts, the latter said softly, "Don't worry, I've already had a nap, and I'll have plenty of time to catch up on sleep after Andorn arrives."

Keeping watch is indeed quite boring, so having someone to talk to is really nice. Therefore, Han Fei did not refuse and asked, "What would you like to talk about?"

"Anything is fine."

Remi'an rested her chin on her hand, moonlight streaming across her porcelain-white skin. "If you can't think of a topic right now..."

Her pink eyes suddenly lit up, and she said, "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

"I?"

Han Fei raised an eyebrow, then shook his head and said, "What do I have to say?"

"There's a lot to say."

Remian leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her knees. "For example, where is your hometown? And for example, why are you always worried about money..."

Her voice was as soft as humming a lullaby, and the firelight danced in her eyes: "Honestly, I know almost nothing about you."

"Uh……"

Han Fei scratched his head and said, "Where should I begin?"

“It’s alright, we have plenty of time, you can speak slowly,” Remianne said softly.

"In short..."

Han Fei spoke slowly, a hint of self-mockery in his voice, "This is the story of a guy who thought inheriting a business would allow him to live a carefree life, only to find his fortune was emptier than his face, leaving him no choice but to scavenge for scraps..."

It's no exaggeration to say that Han Fei's total assets before his transmigration, even if he fully modified Wu Tao's assets, would be enough for him to squander for a while.

But if everything comes to nothing, what can Han Fei do? He still has to obediently come out and run his sword.

Remünen may not be the kind of listener who would exclaim in surprise, but she is definitely the gentlest listener.

She didn't interrupt or echo him in an exaggerated tone. She simply gazed at Han Fei quietly, her pink eyes under the moonlight filled with focus. Her gentle gaze seemed to be saying silently: I'm listening. You can speak slowly, there's no need to rush.

Under her gaze, Han Fei slowly recounted his story, describing his empty Special Operations Unit and how he ventured into the Ursus frozen wasteland with just a small knife.

Just as Han Fei was talking about facing the inner guards, his shoulder suddenly felt heavy.

Han Fei glanced to the side and saw that Remy had fallen into a deep sleep on his shoulder, her long pink hair cascading down his arm like flowing water.

"Huh?"

In that instant, Han Fei, who remained unfazed even when facing the inner guards and the Wolf Lord, felt a sense of bewilderment.

But soon, his tense shoulders slowly relaxed, and his gaze softened as he looked at the girl's peaceful sleeping face: "Sweet dreams..."

The voices and the sound of a zipper rang out almost simultaneously. Han Fei instinctively looked in the direction of the sound and saw Texas peeking out of the tent a little further behind him, her heterochromatic eyes shimmering slightly in the moonlight.

Her gaze lingered briefly between the two men before she swiftly retreated back into the tent, the entire process taking less than three seconds.

"Uh……"

Han Fei froze on the spot, thinking to himself, "Let me explain."

But it's clear that Texas doesn't intend to give Han Fei that opportunity.

Unfortunately, Han Fei couldn't leave at that moment, as someone was sleeping next to him.

It seems I can only explain it tomorrow... Han Fei sighed helplessly and looked up at the starry sky.

The moon is bright and the stars are few tonight.

After a long while, there was another soft sound.

Han Fei glanced to the side and saw Andon, who had come to take over.

Andorn was visibly taken aback when he saw the scene before him, then lowered his voice and chuckled, "Looks like I've come at the wrong time."

"No, you've come at just the right time."

Han Fei blurted it out, then silently complained to himself—Li Xunhuan said this with two women on his left and right, but how come I'm just staring at a grown man?

"Okay, let's go and rest."

Andorn clearly had no intention of interfering in his teammate's personal relationships. He quietly sat down opposite Han Fei and said, "Leave the rest of the time to me."

"Row."

Han Fei responded, then gently nudged Remy and said, "Wake up, it's time to go back."

"Hmm..."

Remien kept her eyes closed, letting out a sleepy, nasal sound—a languid, soft voice, completely different from her usual gentle and sweet tone—"What time is it…?"

"It's 3 o'clock."

Han Fei said softly, "Andorn has taken over. Let's go back first."

"Good~"

Remien unconsciously dragged out the tone, her sweet voice still carrying a hint of lingering sleepiness.

The moment she slowly opened her eyes, Han Fei's face suddenly came into view—the two were so close they could count each other's eyelashes.

Remi's pink pupils contracted sharply, a fleeting look of panic crossing her face.

The next second, she sat up as if electrocuted, her fingertips quickly combing through her disheveled pink hair, trying to hide her slightly flushed ears: "Now that Andorn is here, I'll go back and rest."

Before she finished speaking, her voice had already returned to its usual gentle and steady tone, as if that sweet and languid voice had never existed.

Andorn held a Lateran book in his hands and said softly, "You should all go back and rest."

"Then I'll leave the rest of the night to you."

Before Remianne could finish speaking, her pace quickened unconsciously, her long pink hair flashing through the tent curtains like a startled rabbit.

Han Fei and Andon locked eyes. Han Fei shrugged and said, "I'm going to sleep too. Just tell me what you need, and I'll come right away."

"it is good."

Andorn responded, his gaze returning to the pages of the book, and said, "Sweet dreams."

Thank you for your kind words.

Han Fei quickly fell asleep after crawling into the tent.

Perhaps it was the faint, lingering sweet scent on his clothes that tinged his dreams with a gentle pink hue.

As night deepened, even the campfire grew dimmer, and the deepest darkness before dawn enveloped the surrounding fields.

Andorn remained seated by the campfire, still holding the Lateran tome, occasionally reaching out to turn a page.

Suddenly, a slight sound drifted into Andorn's ears.

"Click."

The sound was extremely faint, like the sound of a dead branch being broken a hundred meters away, so fleeting that one might doubt whether it was an illusion.

However, Andorn did not regard it as a random passing by animal. He snapped the ancient book shut, stood up abruptly, and a short gun appeared in his hand without him noticing, its dark muzzle pointing directly into the darkness in the direction of the sound.

The next second, Andorn suddenly raised his gun, and with a bang, a flare shot into the sky, dispelling the darkest darkness before dawn.

But what he saw immediately caused Andorn's pupils to shrink.

From all directions, dozens of Sarkaz mercenaries emerged from the darkness like ghosts, closing in within a hundred meters of the camp!

At this moment, Andorn was extremely grateful that he had not lost his vigilance; otherwise, if these Sarkaz had sneaked near the camp, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out. The Sarkaz, whose whereabouts had been exposed, no longer hid. Countless crossbow bolts rained down like a storm, aimed directly at those flimsy tents!

But the members of Andorn's squad are all battle-hardened elites.

Having spent years traversing the wilderness, they remained vigilant even in their sleep. The moment the gun fired, they were awakened, and Remian, Fiametta, and Mostima rushed out of their tents almost simultaneously.

Texas was no less impressive, emerging with a longsword already in hand—this Syracuse lady remained remarkably lucid even in her sleep.

"Quick! Move to the back of the car!"

Everyone instinctively moved towards the off-road vehicle.

Texas was about to follow along when she suddenly realized something that made her heterochromatic eyes contract sharply.

Where is my boss?

She turned around abruptly and saw that Han Fei's tent zipper was tightly closed and not moving at all. Texas's heart sank to the bottom instantly—that idiot still hadn't come out!