Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

"Whoosh..."

A burst of noise passed by, and then the voice of a female soldier came through the earphones.

"I am a wanderer. Communication identification: 99, Dongdong, Dongyao, Dongyao. Calling the inn. Please respond. Over."

"This is the inn. Receiving identification: Cave 2, Cave 3, Cave 7. Your unit number has been identified. Please speak."

In front of the massive corps-level communications station, a communications soldier hurriedly put down his lunchbox, wiped his mouth, and grabbed the paper and pen that were pushed aside.

The sound continued to come from the earcups.

"The traveler has received the message and has already left Yangguan Pass. The direction is Bing-Geng. He is looking towards Baiyu Peak, which is located at Jia-Geng-Yi. His speed is Ji-Xin Cave. Awaiting confirmation. Over."

"The inn has received your message. Please confirm. West of Yangguan Pass, direction Bing-Geng, location Jia-Geng-Yi, speed Ji-Xin Cave. Over."

"Received by the traveler, confirmed to be correct, all done."

"Inn received. Please await further instructions and keep the communication line open. Over."

The communications soldier removed his earmuffs, ripped off the notepad with the crucial information written on it, and stood up to lift the curtain of the makeshift communications room.

Outside the curtain was the temporary corps command post, but at this time, people were coming and going inside the command post, and even the temporary sand table had not been fully set up yet, with only a map of the Bailing area hanging on the wall.

This is the command post of the 7th Corps of the Southern Group Army.

The communications soldier jogged up to a colonel whose collar insignia bore three gleaming silver sword badges, and the colonel was slurping up a bowl of beef noodles.

"Report."

"Hong Kong (speaking)."

"Commander, the training company reports that they have entered the exercise area," the communications soldier said, handing a piece of paper to the officer.

Colonel Ouyang Chen put down the wooden bowl in his hand, took the record sheet, glanced at the data recorded on the paper, paused slightly, and then raised his eyelids and said almost word by word, "Are you sure you didn't misremember the youngest son?"

"I'm sure, sir. I repeated it specifically."

"Okay, go ahead, keep in touch."

"Yes."

After the communications soldier left, Colonel Ouyang Chen muttered something to himself, handed the record sheet to a staff officer next to him, and then picked up the bowl and shoved all the remaining beef noodles into his mouth.

By the time he had swallowed the last bite, the staff officer had almost finished his work on the map.

"Commander, the map is finished."

The staff officer put down the set square, pointed to the map, and analyzed, "Impressive! Bearing 37, position 176. This position is very tricky. It's almost cutting into the battlefield right next to the Southwest Fourth Army Corps' air defense warning zone. And this speed... 670 li/shichen (167.5 km/h), did they come on wheels of fire?"

Colonel Ouyang Chen simply stood in front of the map without commenting, and asked, "What time is it? Is the phone line connected?"

"At 0:45 AM, our main internal lines have been laid out, and the communications station is keeping all calls connected."

"Alright!" Colonel Ouyang Chen suddenly turned around, his entire demeanor changing instantly. "Listen to my orders!"

The entire command post suddenly fell silent.

"Notify the training squadron that their first mission is to reach and capture Hill 21 as quickly as possible. If they encounter the enemy, annihilate them immediately!"

"yes!"

"adjutant."

"arrive!"

"Use the internal lines to notify the Rat and Ox companies under the First Battalion to advance in coordination with the engineer company. The artillery should begin bombarding the designated location. Tell them that supper time is over!"

"yes!"

......

the other side.

"Soldier received. Confirm objective again. Conquer Hill 21... Alright, orders accepted. Over!"

Wei Ru lowered her earmuffs, but the noise from the four turbofans seeped into the cabin through the bulkhead, so she had to raise her voice as much as possible.

"Sir, target confirmed! Hill 21!"

Shen nodded, poked his head into the driver's seat, and pointed to an unnamed hill next to Hill 21 on the map. "Sergeant Lin, how long will it take us to get there?"

The co-pilot looked at the map, thought for a moment, and shouted, "At our current speed, it won't take us more than ten minutes. But ahead is a hilly area with dense vegetation. If we want to move covertly, we'll have to reduce our speed and altitude. I estimate it won't take more than 15 minutes (half an hour) at most."

"Understood!" Shen Yichao, the co-pilot, gave a thumbs-up and then pulled his head back into the cockpit.

Sure enough, the formation of the [Shuhu] airships quickly arrived at the hilly area on the map—

The White Hills describe a large area of ​​hills and mountains north of White Peak, characterized by dense vegetation and complex terrain.

In order to conceal their operations, the airship formation entered the area at an altitude below the ridgeline.

As altitude and speed decreased, the noise inside the cabin also decreased significantly, allowing Shen to begin assigning tasks in advance.

"The communications officer relayed my order: once we reach the designated location, each squad does not need to move closer to me. Instead, they should surround Hill 21 from three directions and then await the order to attack."

"Yes."

Shen Yi then looked at Mo Zian and Han Dafu, "Old Bi, I want you to occupy the high ground. You know what to do next. But I want to remind you that this time you need to focus on the enemy's heavy firepower. I will not allow us to suffer significant casualties at this stage."

"yes!"

"Han Dafu, this time I want you to eliminate all the sentries along the way, and also check if the other side has laid any mines. I will send Chu Yan as your assistant to provide support."

"Yes."

Mo Zian and Han Dafu, who had already transformed into two "straw men," nodded.

Shen Yi continued, "I analyzed it before the battle. As the Black side in this exercise, the Southwest Fourth Army Corps will need to fight a defensive battle. As the attacking Red side, even with the help of [Shuhu], we are unlikely to be faster than the Black side, which is fighting on its home turf."

Therefore, I can be certain that the Black forces will appear on Hill 21, and their size will be roughly a company. However, according to the rules this time, both sides must enter the exercise area after midnight...

Shen Yi took out a pen and drew a line connecting Hill 21 and the approximate entry area of ​​the Black Force command post.

At this moment, Luo Chong, who was standing to the side, suddenly realized, "At this distance, they shouldn't be much faster than us!"

"And in order to speed things up, they probably won't have much baggage. This is a light infantry unit that has entered the position ahead of time," Mo Zian added from the side.

Shen Yi glanced at the two of them approvingly, "That's right, I can roughly estimate their firepower configuration—they won't even carry heavy machine guns, two 1.55 micro-inch field machine guns, and one 12 micro-inch mortar, no more than that."

Therefore, the first step is to scout the terrain and eliminate the sentries; the second step is to sneak up under cover of night, making sure their two machine guns are kept in the air; the third step is to take advantage of our firepower to quickly capture the position.

In short, this mission must be covert and efficient; overall, it must be a surgical strike!

Shen Yi went on to explain many details and action plans. It's no wonder Shen Yi was worried; tackling tough challenges has always been difficult, and it would be the same for anyone. In addition, the people under Shen Yi's command were not elite aircrew paratroopers, but a group of inexperienced trainees.

With less than fifteen minutes to go before reaching their destination, Shen Yi finished his explanation, and everyone in the cabin closed their eyes to rest.

There weren't many people in the cabin: Shen Yi, Luo Chong, Wei Ru, Chen Bunei, Lin Qingning, Chu Yan, Han Dafu, and Mo Zian.

Mo Zian noticed that the figure beside him was breathing a beat faster, so he put his hand on the tightly clenched little fist, took out a sugar cube from his shirt pocket, and stuffed it into the mouth of the hamster next to him.

"Oh~ you're so biased~" Chu Yan across from her squinted and muttered.

In the end, everyone except Shen Yi "snatched" a sugar cube from Mo Zian.

Shen Yi snatched three pieces.

A little sugar does help relax the nerves, and with all this commotion, everyone's emotions were much more relaxed.

after awhile.

The driver's voice came from ahead: "Attention all personnel, we are about to enter a combat zone!"