Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

At this time, the headquarters of the 7th Army Corps in the south.

"Report! Commander, there is no sign of the communication system being restored!"

"Understood, continue to wait."

"yes!"

Just as Ouyang Chen dismissed the communications soldier, his adjutant rushed into the command room.

"Sir, we've just confirmed with the exercise's chief coordinator that it wasn't done by an enemy, and... it wasn't an accident. They said the exercise will continue."

"Okay, I understand," Colonel Ouyang Chen said calmly.

"Commander, then we..."

"What's wrong? Panic?" Ouyang Chen turned to look at his adjutant. "Can't we fight without communication stations? Those things have only been around for a few years!"

The adjutant was speechless, but he was genuinely anxious.

"Is the telephone line still working?" Ouyang Chen asked.

"Of course, the lines are not currently affected in any way."

Ouyang Chen nodded. He wasn't worried about his troops. His officers were all veterans and battle-hardened, and even in the event of complete loss of contact, they wouldn't easily lose their composure.

Moreover, his troops' lines are not yet fully deployed. Apart from the armored units that have already launched their attack, the other units can easily establish temporary telephone connections. However, he is extremely worried about the situation on Hill 21.

......

On Hill 21.

"Hello! Hello! This is a wanderer calling the inn! Please respond! Please respond!"

The headphones were still filled with random static. Wei Ru's forehead was covered in sweat. After calling out a few more times, she finally took off her earcups, looked at Shen Yi beside her, and shook her head.

Shen Yi took a deep breath, patted Wei Ru on the shoulder, and comforted her.

He's truly in a desperate situation now; he looks safe, but his predicament is dire.

So far, the training squadron has repelled three waves of attacks by taking advantage of the terrain and the heavy weapons it has captured. The combination of the modified Ganqi and the two Changlong Type 5 machine guns on the left and right sides formed an unimaginable dense firepower network, in addition to the captured 12-inch Private mortar.

The infantry of the Southwest Fourth Army Corps could not even get within 400 zhang (200m) of the position.

As for the mountain iron tigers of the Southwest Fourth Army Corps, they were successfully suppressed by the captured "iron pipes" using their terrain advantage—the training company found the operation manual for this weapon and thus learned its name.

Without a year designation, it was simply called the [Xiao-1] recoilless gun, or simply the [Xiao-1] gun.

Shen Yi had to admit that this was a very practical and easy-to-use weapon.

Its structure is not complicated and it is easy to use. It fires improved 9-micro-inch (45mm) shells, and currently there are two types of shells on the ground: high-explosive shells and armor-piercing shells.

The armor of the Taotie-1 is not thick, with a frontal thickness of about 30mm. Basically, if it is hit by 2-3 shots from the front, the director will declare it "destroyed".

He had seized a total of 4 [Xiao-1] tubes, which meant that if they cooperated well, the [Taowu-1] wouldn't be able to show itself at all.

They have already "destroyed" two vehicles.

Despite the remarkable achievements on Hill 21, Shen Yi remained pessimistic about the overall situation. His biggest problem was resupply.

The powerful firepower of the [Ganqi-Modified] comes at the cost of terrifying ammunition consumption. As an aircrew assault team infiltrating behind enemy lines, their supplies, including ammunition, are extremely limited.

If they hadn't acted swiftly and decisively when capturing Hill 21, seizing a significant amount of enemy supplies, they probably wouldn't have been in a bayonet charge for much longer.

The results reported by Luo Chong indicated that they could only withstand seven more rounds of attacks at most, after which the machine guns would fall silent.

This exercise will last up to three days, and it's only the first day at noon.

Shen Yi was racking his brains for a solution, but with communication out of control, there were really only two choices: "hold on" or "break out"—one was to stay put and wait to die, and the other was to rush out and die.

Just as Shen Yi was scratching his head, a pair of hands climbed up the western cliff of Hill 21, and the ethereal aura surging from its body was completely exposed to Shen Yi's perception.

Shen Yi grabbed his weapon and rushed to the west side. As soon as he left the east side fortification, he saw a familiar figure climbing the cliff with the help of his comrades.

"Chu Yan, why are you back?"

……

the other side.

In a small depression surrounded by bushes and weeds, two people were whispering to each other around a map.

"By now, Master Fan (Chu Yan's nickname) should be arriving soon."

Chen Bunei squatted down next to Mo Zian. "We've already dodged three reconnaissance posts. Isn't that a bit too frequent?"

Mo Zian nodded and said, "Indeed, according to previous intelligence, this is not the main battle area. The enemy's main force should be concentrated near Hill 21."

"Could it be that the other side is trying to take a roundabout route?" Chen Bu-nai guessed.

"That's very possible, but there's one thing I don't understand."

Mo Zian frowned and pointed to the map in front of him, "If we take a detour, it won't be useful if we have too few people, and if we have too many, we definitely won't be able to stop our main force head-on. In that case, we will definitely have to take down their command post first. In the terminology we just learned, this is called 'objective spatial problem'..."

"Old Bi, stop chatting." Han Dafu pushed aside the surrounding bushes and appeared in front of the two. "Come with me."

The three emerged from the bushes and, guided by Han Dafu, climbed to a high point. They looked in the direction Han Dafu was pointing, and the sight before them made Mo Zian's heart skip a beat.

A winding "long snake" appears and disappears among the trees in the valley.

"Damn it! Whose team is this?" Chen Bu-nei couldn't help but curse. "Old Bi, he doesn't look like one of ours!"

"No way, this area has been sealed off for a long time." Han Dafu clearly disagreed with Chen Bunei's loud talk. "Quietly cross the border? Unless all the border guards are drunk."

Mo Zian adjusted the magnification of his binoculars to the maximum, observed carefully, and then said, "They should be our people. The uniforms are clearly our army combat uniforms. And if they were really foreign enemies, they wouldn't be carrying training molds made of bakelite, would they?"

It wasn't that Chen Bunei was being boastful; rather, the team before him was simply too special among the Guangwu Empire's troops.

Besides the different faces, their equipment is also very different.

First, there was the helmet, a nearly completely round helmet that covered the head. From a distance, it looked like a black iron ball when viewed from behind.

Their equipment was also very different. Apart from their backpacks and ammunition pouches, they had almost nothing in common. These soldiers did not wear chest armor; instead, they wore an irregularly shaped rhomboid breastplate, and their limbs had armor plates secured with leather straps. Each of them carried a simulated longsword made of bakelite and a trapezoidal shield.

As for weapons, the proportion of people in this team equipped with [waist knife] and repeating guns is ridiculously high, almost everyone has one, but they all use 30-round magazines and are not equipped with drum magazines.

Mo Zian did not see them carrying any heavy firepower such as machine guns or mortars.

The number of soldiers in front of us is at least eight companies—they march according to their formation, so they are easy to count.

"What should we do?" Chen Bu'nai asked impatiently. "Let's hurry back and report."

"Don't rush," Mo Zian said calmly. "Judging from their marching route, they obviously want to make a big detour through the hilly area. At this marching speed, they won't be able to threaten the main force for the next two days. Let's wait until night and try to capture someone there."

At this moment, Han Dafu blinked a few times and tugged at Mo Zian's sleeve.

"Um, I think... it's actually not necessary."