Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

Shen Yi had many things on his mind.

For the training squadron, having a safe place to rely on at present can indeed maximize its strengths and minimize its weaknesses.

The problem is that this would completely shut down the training squadron, forcing them to hold out for three days with virtually no resupply.

Although Shen Yi, as a paratrooper, was born to be surrounded, in the past, the longest he had to hold out was measured in hours. More often than not, it was a hit-and-run or a mobile warfare tactic where he led the enemy in circles.

Such situations, where one is completely pinned down in one place and fighting a positional war, are extremely rare.

Jiang Xingdao said, "I think so too. This place is called easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it can also be described as an isolated city with a dead end. We can't afford to be forced to defend against attacks."

"Sir, may I say a few words?" Luo Chong asked abruptly.

"Of course." Shen Yi looked at Luo Chong with an encouraging gaze. "You are now my adjutant, and offering advice is one of your duties."

"Yes."

After organizing his thoughts for a moment, Luo Chong began, "The orders from headquarters are very firm; they are to hold out on Hill 21. And personally, I also think it's more appropriate for us to stay in the trenches..."

However, I also agree with Instructor Jiang's words, so I had an idea—could we scramble a small elite unit, suitable for reconnaissance and harassment?

As Luo Chong spoke, he drew a line on the map with his hand, "We can even bypass the area from the outside. Our individual soldiers are skilled enough to support this mission."

"However, deliberately splitting up troops when outnumbered is a cardinal sin in military strategy," Jiang Xing said, frowning as he voiced his concerns.

"No, I think that's a good idea. One of our advantages is our individual combat capabilities." Shen Yi listened to Luo Chong's words and fell into thought. "You guys go back first, I'll think about it some more."

"Yes."

After the two left, Shen Yi picked up a cup of hot water and took a sip. His mind was racing—he agreed with Luo Chong's ideas, but as the commander, he needed to make the final decision on the specific plan.

Shen Yi reached into his pocket, wanting to light a cigarette, and casually pulled out a sugar cube he had stolen from a certain stable boy. He tossed the sugar cube into the cup and watched it melt little by little. Suddenly, Shen Yi felt that he had grasped some key ideas.

Suddenly, he slammed his water glass down on the table with a loud bang, splashing water that even wet a small patch of the map.

"Wei Ru, call Lao Bi, Han Dafu, Chen Bu'nei, and Chu Yan over here."

……

A valley on the eastern side of the Bailan Hills.

The not-too-thick morning fog enveloped almost the entire area, making everything in the valley appear exceptionally tranquil.

Suddenly, a head wearing a steel helmet popped out from the bushes.

"Class monitor, the pre-set task is complete as required."

"Okay, back to the group." Another head suddenly popped up. "Just one last location left, hurry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four more heads emerged from the bushes and weeds behind him—this was an elite reconnaissance squad of only six men, composed entirely of non-commissioned officers.

"Squad leader, requesting permission to rest on the spot."

A sergeant with two shields on his collar stepped forward. "It's almost 7:00 AM. The brothers haven't eaten or drunk anything since the exercise started at midnight. The next location is quite far away."

"Alright." The leading soldier nodded. "Then..."

boom!

A muffled sound, like thunder, suddenly rang out in the quiet valley.

"Ding!"

Something hit his helmet hard, and the squad leader felt as if someone had hit his head with a sledgehammer. He fell to the ground with a thud.

"Sniper!!!"

As the sergeant yelled, he instinctively ducked behind a tree, while the rest of the squad had already taken cover.

Through the scope, Mo Zian saw that he had successfully "killed" a sergeant with three shield badges on his collar, while the others found their cover within three breaths.

"Deputy squad leader, did you hear what hit the squad leader?"

The sergeant shook his head. "No... Never mind, Lao San, Da Liu, you two go around..."

boom!

"what……"

Before he could finish speaking, the soldier named Lao San cried out in pain, clutched his back, and collapsed to the ground.

This time he heard the voice clearly; it was from [736-modified], and it was coming from their side and rear—he realized they had been ambushed.

"Everyone, break through to the left and right!"

The moment the command was given, the remaining four people sprinted in opposite directions in perfect unison.

Then, intense firepower erupted from both the left and right sides simultaneously.

The sergeant was "taken care of" by Mo Zian the moment he stood up, and the simulated bullet hit the side of his helmet—it felt like someone had swung a sledgehammer at his head and slammed it hard, the violent shock even making his mind go blank.

The squad of soldiers nailed to the valley floor was quickly "eliminated"—all of them collapsed to the ground, groaning and wincing.

Before long, four people appeared from the surrounding area.

Mo Zian, carrying the Judge, walked towards the sergeant he had visited earlier and waved to Chen Bunei.

"Don't be discouraged, lend a hand."

"Okay, coming."

Chen Bu'nai slung the modified Ganqi over his shoulder, then pressed his large hands firmly against the sergeant's shoulders. Mo Zi'an reached out and abruptly unbuttoned the latter's clothes...

"Damn it! Don't you dare touch me! You son of a bitch..."

"Dead men don't spout so much nonsense!"

Mo Zian scolded him, then searched the other person's body thoroughly, quickly finding what he wanted—the map and documents in the other person's hand.

Previously, when attacking Hill 21, the opposing squadron commander, seeing the situation was not good, burned his own map. This time, Mo Zian and his three companions learned from that lesson.

Leaving the sergeant clutching his collar aside, Mo Zian opened the map, which was densely marked. Skipping over most of the outdated or worthless information, Mo Zian noticed something strange.

"Why are there so many little dots marked on this?" Chen Bunei, who was standing nearby, asked. "What do they represent? A minefield?"

"It doesn't seem like it." Chu Yan pointed to the map. "Look at these places, they're clearly the tops of small hills, not even roads. You wouldn't do that even if you squeezed your head through a door."

Mo Zian was also completely baffled, but he was certain that these dots on the map must have a unique and important meaning—he didn't believe that such an elite squad would have any random information on the map.

"Old Bi, look at this, what is this thing?"

At this moment, Han Dafu emerged from the nearby woods carrying a device, which was placed on a large rock and disguised.

Upon hearing Han Dafu's voice, Mo Zian did not immediately look up at her. Instead, he quickly turned to look at the sergeant next to him—and sure enough, his expression in that instant gave Mo Zian the answer.

Having vaguely grasped a certain direction, Mo Zian handed his map to Han Dafu, "Dafu, can you mark a location for me? It's this thing you just brought over."

"No problem." Han Dafu took out a small piece of charcoal pencil from his pocket, tapped it quickly and simply, and said, "Look, it's right here, actually very close by."

Mo Zian eagerly took the map. After comparing the two maps, the answer became clear—on the captured map, there was also a small dot as a marker in the same location.

So, the next step is to figure out what this device, which is about 1 zhang (0.5 meters) square, is used for.

Looking at the two large antennas on the device, Chu Yan guessed, "Just based on these two large antennas, it must be related to communications. Could it serve a similar purpose or be a temporary relay device?"

Chu Yan's guess was also the other three's idea. Mo Zi'an wanted to continue observing the sergeant's expression, but unfortunately, this time the sergeant had learned his lesson and lay down on the ground.

"Hey! Don't move, you dead man! Turn over!"

"..."

He completely ignored Mo Zian.

"Report this to your superiors. Our intelligence is limited, but perhaps they have some clues."

Mo Zian took out his walkie-talkie. "After we finish reporting, let's continue and see if there are any other clues."

Mo Zian turned on the switch.

"The flute calls to the wanderer, please reply."

"Whoosh... hiss..."

His response was a series of disordered noises.

The four young people exchanged glances, and Mo Zian pulled the antenna up to its maximum length.

"Hello! The flute is calling you, wanderer! Please reply if you receive this!"

"Whoosh..."

It was still a string of disordered noise.