Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

On Hill 21.

"Sir, do you want some?"

With half an egg stuffed in his mouth, the communications soldier looked at the exercise director and said, "Even if you beat those guys from the Southern Army Group to death, they wouldn't get here this fast. While the noodles are still warm..."

call out……

A sharp whistling sound pierced the air.

Ding!

Boom!

The communication console, perched atop two empty ammunition boxes, toppled to the ground with a sharp metallic clang. The communications officer jumped to his feet, glancing at his comrade beside him and muttering, "Which idiot... ah!"

With another whoosh, the communications soldier clutched his hand and screamed in pain as the wooden bowl was knocked to the ground, spilling noodle soup all over himself.

Before the word "enemy" could be uttered halfway, a group of people suddenly appeared from the east side of the high ground and had already reached within 300 zhang (150 m) of the front line.

At this distance, the role of mortars in the position is already limited—because of the high ground attacking the low ground, the minimum range of mortars needs to be extended further.

The two mortar operators were temporarily reassigned to become infantrymen.

The communications officer in the field was clutching his hand, sweating profusely from the pain. He realized that he might have suffered a minor fracture, but he endured the excruciating pain and picked up the communication console. Just as he put on his earpiece, a large hand suddenly blocked his way.

"Halt! Your communication equipment has been destroyed! You have also been assessed as critically injured!"

At this moment, an extremely dense barrage of fire swept over the position. The intense firepower instantly reduced the unsuspecting Black Force squadron by nearly one-fifth, and the remaining personnel were forced to remain pinned down, unable to raise their heads for the time being.

Taking this opportunity, the training squadrons began to take turns providing cover for each other and quickly advance towards the opposite position.

"Hurry! Machine guns, get in position! Cover! Cover!"

An officer in combat uniform, his rank insignia torn off, shouted from among the soldiers, "Retaliate! Throw grenades!"

Those around him already had the grenades for the exercise in their hands. No sooner had the officer finished speaking than a dozen grenades were hurled at the front of the position with a series of crackling sounds.

These veterans didn't even look at where the enemy was; they simply relied on the sounds of gunfire and footsteps to accurately throw their grenades to roughly the same location.

These grenades were almost never warmed up; their purpose was to force the attacking enemy to lie down for a while longer, thus buying time for our side.

Then, with a "whoosh".

The sound was barely audible on the battlefield where the fighting was raging. The hidden officer was caught off guard and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. The director next to him then announced that the officer had been shot dead.

Mo Zian, perched on a tree in the distance, pulled the bolt and began searching for his next target—if everyone around him hadn't thrown grenades but he hadn't, he would never have found this officer.

In fact, this was the first valuable target he found.

"Flute! Calling the flute! Fire on the machine guns on the left! We're about to be counter-suppressed! Their machine gun positions are very well-constructed! They have mine-proof pits! The sniper team's position is poor!"

"Flute received."

Hearing the rough voice from the walkie-talkie on his chest, Mo Zian quickly adjusted the muzzle of his gun—at this moment, taking advantage of the brief opening gained by the bombing, the people on the position had organized an effective counterattack.

boom!

Like war drums, like thunder.

Mo Zian aimed at the target and pulled the trigger. The loud firing of his weapon echoed across the nameless hill, but because of the distance, no one on Hill 21 could hear it at this moment.

The machine gunner, who had finally managed to get cover, was clutched in the back and fell to the ground.

At that moment, the machine gun on the other side also raised its head. Mo Zian quickly adjusted the muzzle, but in the next moment, the operator who had just climbed up was hit in the head and was declared "dead".

It seems that the two sniper teams on the front finally found suitable positions and began to take effect, so Mo Zian shifted his attention.

Perhaps the suppression of both machine guns provoked the Black forces on the position, because one of the officers made a slightly exaggerated movement, which was immediately noticed by Mo Zian.

"boom!"

Through the scope, Mo Zian watched as the other person fell down, clutching their back and muttering something in an exaggerated manner.

At this moment, with a wave of grenades thrown by the training squadron, the outermost position of the black side was suppressed again. The training squadron was less than 60 zhang (30m) away from attacking the enemy's fortifications.

But at this moment, Mo Zian, who was on the nameless hill, suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

Because the Black soldiers almost abandoned their outer positions, there was a brief lull in the fighting.

Taking advantage of this moment, two black soldiers took out an "iron pipe" with a handle, shoulder pads and a convenient trigger from a wooden box.

Immediately afterwards, a 9-microinch (45mm) shell was pushed in—

Others might not recognize it, but Mo Zian did. This thing was a recoilless cannon!

It can only be said that they are indeed elite border troops; they also have secret weapons that are not included in the Imperial Equipment Catalog.

Without further hesitation, Mo Zian pulled the trigger, and the soldier acting as the gunner was hit in the back and fell to the ground.

Mo Zian quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie on his chest.

"The flute calls to the wanderer! It calls to the wanderer forever!"

"Speaking."

"Does the enemy possess... unidentified heavy weaponry, resembling iron pipes, capable of firing 9-micro-inch (45mm) shells! I repeat, unidentified heavy weaponry, resembling iron pipes, capable of firing 9-micro-inch shells! Quantity currently..."

Before Mo Zian could finish speaking, three more recoilless rifles appeared on the position. Due to the limited field of vision, only Mo Zian was able to suppress these recoilless rifles at this moment.

Mo Zian opened fire, but the enemy completely ignored him, and another gunner rushed up to take over, showing no intention of concealing their position.

It's obvious they're going to take a couple more teeth from you, even if they can't hold the position.

Mo Zian did his best to block the two gates, but could only watch helplessly as a ball of fire shot out from the tail of the other gate.

The next moment, a shell, trailing a thin plume of white smoke, landed near the newly emerged trainees of the training squadron.

Since it was just a practice shell, the shell only produced a small fireball, but the two people nearby were immediately disqualified from the battle.

Undoubtedly, the Black side's [Golden Spear] and [736-Modified] posed a limited threat to the heavily armed training squadron cadets.

But now, the other side has a powerful tool that can reliably inflict "casualties" on them.

The training squadron's attack clearly stalled, and then, urged by the squad commanders, a portion of the vanguard successfully jumped into the outermost fortifications of the position during a gap in the enemy's firing.

But at this point, the Black side had already reorganized its defenses, relying on the unfinished trenches in the inner layer.

Clearly, what follows is a head-on confrontation, and the casualty rate in this situation will inevitably rise.

But Shen Yi had a backup plan.

He picked up the walkie-talkie: "Have you arrived?"

A series of heavy breathing sounds came through the walkie-talkie, followed by a reply: "Ready! Entering attack position."

As soon as the words were spoken, several hands climbed up the edge of the western cliff, and the next moment, a seven-person team successfully reached the high ground.

These people were among the best in the training squadron in terms of agility and skill. The total height of the western cliff was about 300 zhang (150m), including a nearly vertical section about 80 zhang (40m) high.

Moreover, the vegetation on the west side is not dense, and there is not much cover. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to climb up, let alone attack.

But the trainees in the training squadron can.

The seven men temporarily abandoned their heavy Xuanwu armor and most of their load, carrying only a few magazines. Taking advantage of the fierce frontal attack, they successfully climbed up.

This seven-man squad clearly caught the Black team off guard. After Mo Zian cleared two erection points stuck at the corner of the fortification, the seven-man squad successfully broke into the position.

Immediately afterwards, a strange figure emerged from the battlefield.

Han Dafu entered the core fortification from the left side like a ghost. His [waist knife] rapid-fire gun spat out flames, creating a dense barrage with just himself and his gun. Wherever the barrage passed, there were howls and screams, and the entire trench was successfully suppressed.

Han Dafu emptied a 65-round drum magazine, pressed the spring clip, and the empty drum magazine fell to the ground. He then took out a new drum magazine from the bullet pouch on his lower back.

But at that critical moment, an officer suddenly appeared from behind her, wielding a bakelite dagger and charging towards her—

He was the commander of this squadron. As an Awakened One, his strength had reached the high-level martial apprentice level. The female soldier in front of him had completely broken down their defenses, and they could almost declare defeat.

But he wanted to capture the female soldier in a final struggle.

Or rather, to salvage some face.

Suddenly, she swung her sword with a gust of wind towards Han Dafu. Han Dafu didn't have time to turn around, but her body swayed strangely, causing her sword to miss its mark.

The next moment, Han Dafu appeared behind him in a strange manner, forcefully slamming the hardwood shoulder into the officer, using the momentum of his forward charge to make the officer stagger.

The officer staggered several steps before finally regaining his balance. Just as he turned around to fight again, he felt as if he had been hit in the chest and collapsed to the ground.

"You damn fool..."

The squadron commander clutched his chest in pain, knowing he had been targeted by a sniper in the distance and that his unit was about to be annihilated.

However, he didn't know why the troops in front of him were able to reach Hill 21 so quickly.

I wonder what kind of weapons these people are holding, and how they have such fierce firepower.

I don't know why the sniper on that nameless hill in the distance could hit so far.

He also knew that his vanguard squadron, whose banners covered half the wall, was likely to be ridiculed for quite some time.