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An important duty of scouts is to provide detailed geographical coordinates and damage information for their own artillery and air strikes.

This is what Wang Dazhi is currently doing.

His class was assigned to Hill 9.7, which was located southwest of Hill 524. It was a forest belt and quite hidden.

The view here is very good, and it is possible to monitor the enemy movements to the west and south of the main hill at the same time.

At this time, Wang Dazhi was operating a drone, monitoring the Cambodian movements in these two directions and guiding the artillery strikes on the main heights.

"Sergeant, their casualties are at least over 70%. They are not us. How can they regroup and launch an attack?" Wang Dazhi complained on the intercom.

In this exercise, the remaining 10,000-plus Khmer troops, including the logistics personnel, were organized.

Even the kitchen staff picked up rifles and were incorporated into the infantry regiments, six standard infantry regiments, and the strength of the troops was greatly strengthened.

"The king and the admiral are supervising the battle in the director's office. Who dares not to fight?"

"Besides, this is just acting, not a real battlefield. Be serious. We still have zero casualties. Don't break the record of zero casualties."

Wang Dazhi listened to the squad leader's words. He lay on the edge of the forest belt on Hill 9.7, glanced at the robot dog beside him, and suddenly fell silent.

"Squad leader, I just want to die in a play, but the conditions don't allow it!"

"Look at my equipment. When have we ever fought such a rich war?"

There is one scout and ten robot dogs at the beginning, all standing guard at the front.

There are a hundred swarm drones overhead. Unless you are unlucky, you will be killed by direct hits from the artillery fire.

Otherwise, ten robot dogs and a hundred swarm drones would be enough to hold off an attack for half an hour.

"Don't be so funny. Be careful. Don't let anyone find you and cover you with artillery fire."

"How's your reconnaissance going? Send me the geographical coordinates of the enemy's assembly!"

In this siege, the ratio of troops on both sides was close to eight to one.

This huge disparity in military strength gave Cambodians great confidence.

"Chief of Staff, no matter how we fight this war, we have to choose a main attack direction, right?"

"The current ratio of our forces is eight to one. I have never encountered such a strong battle in my entire military career."

"What assists? This time they're all main attackers. Don't grin like that. They're all main attackers, but there's no support. Just one word: attack!"

"Pass on my order. After the troops are assembled, they will launch attacks independently. If you fail to achieve some results, you will come with me to raise pigs in the logistics department!" The Chief of Staff of the First Division cursed.

This time, he personally commanded a reinforced regiment of more than 524 people, responsible for the main attack on the west side of Hill .

The Chief of Staff of the First Division and his men had just arrived at the front line of the regiment headquarters when they received a notice from the directorate.

You are subject to strong electromagnetic interference, all communications with friendly forces are cut off, and the electronic facilities of all your equipment are damaged and currently unusable.

Before the fighting even started, we were back to the First World War, and all communications had to be conveyed by humans.

"Chief of Staff, how can the Blue Army have such a powerful electromagnetic interference weapon? We are not fighting aliens. If they attack like this, won't the directorate do anything about it?"

The Chief of Staff of the First Division listened to the adjutant's complaint and said expressionlessly, "Have you not heard that picking up electromagnetic pulse weapons has become popular in the deserts of the Middle East recently?"

"You think it's alien equipment, but they really have it!"

The Cambodian middle and senior military officers sighed helplessly when they heard about the electromagnetic pulse weapons.

How could I deserve to be hit by a sci-fi device that I had only heard of in movies before?

"Chief of Staff, is there any way to defend against this electromagnetic pulse weapon?" The Chief of Staff of the First Division smiled bitterly and said, "Of course there is. The plasma shield can defend against it."

The middle and senior military officers around him heard this new term and sighed again. What kind of sci-fi equipment is this!

"Chief of Staff, where can I buy a plasma shield?"

"It's unique on Blue Star. Even the Eagles don't have it. Only the Blue Army on Hill 524 that we are going to capture has it. Even if they sell it, we can't afford it."

"After this exercise, you should pay more attention to Blue Planet's most advanced high-end military equipment and stop dwelling on those shabby second-hand weapons." The Chief of Staff of the First Division advised earnestly.

The middle and senior military officers around him were silent for a moment, then sighed again.

"Chief of Staff, even if we pay attention to those high-end equipment, can we afford them?"

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing directly into the hearts of everyone present. Poor people cannot afford to be hurt!
boom!
The chief of staff of the First Division slammed the table, stood up and said loudly: "Even if we can't afford it, those equipment will become second-hand goods after a few decades."

"When the time comes, we can just grit our teeth and afford it. We will have it. Don't be so depressed!"

When the middle and senior military officers around him heard this, they finally stopped being silent and there was light in their eyes.

In the arms market, no matter how good a girl is, she will eventually become Mrs. Niu.

What the Chief of Staff said does make sense. One day, we will have electromagnetic pulse weapons and plasma shields!
While the Cambodian side was gathering, old men like Wang Dazhi had already silently sent the geographical coordinates of the attack that he could observe back to Hill 524.

Before the attack was launched, several rounds of artillery and air strikes taught Cambodia another lesson.

In this round of attack, blue smoke came out of the Chief of Staff of the First Division and the middle and senior officers around him.

The directorate launched another round of military strikes, and this round of military strikes only resulted in 40% personnel losses and 60% armor losses.

"Chief of Staff, what should we do? Should we all withdraw from the exercise?"

"This is too much for the other side. Are they going to use tactics and attacks on us again?"

"It's so frustrating, too frustrating, at least let me die on the way to the charge!"

"What did the directorate say? Can the remaining troops be organized?"

The Chief of Staff of the First Division tore off his epaulettes in hatred, then called in a cook from outside and exchanged identities with him.

"Everyone, stop talking. I was just patrolling outside and there were no casualties. You all should withdraw from the exercise."

"The Director's Office informed us that our assembly area has been marked by our scouts and has just been hit by several rounds of fire and air strikes."

"The director's party was right, it's just that the opponent's fighting style is too cruel." After the Chief of Staff of the First Division said this, he opened the tent and walked out.

This blatant cheating was clearly seen by Wang Dazhi who was conducting reconnaissance using a drone.

He immediately reported to his squad leader: "Squad leader, the other side has no moral principles!"

"A cook squad leader just went in, and there was no smoke coming out of him, but when he came out, he was dead in the smoke!"

"I seriously suspect that the opposing commander has swapped identities with the cook squad leader. This also happened on Hurihe. We almost killed Man Guangzhi at that time!"

The lawsuit was immediately brought to the director's department.

"How can a division chief of staff hold the rank of a non-commissioned officer?"

When the Chief of Staff of the First Division learned that the enemy drone had discovered him, he stiffened his neck, gritted his teeth and immediately denied the Third Company: "Impossible, it's not me, don't talk nonsense!"

"The one who died was our cooking squad leader. Swapping identities is against the rules during the exercise. We will never do that!" (End of this chapter)