Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

As evening fell, the sun sank below the low mountain ridgeline, its lingering light a perfect farewell after a day of shining and radiating light, while on the other side of the sky, twinkling stars quietly appeared against the backdrop of the earth.

Mo Zian and his two companions had been trailing behind the group at a distance. Now, through Mo Zian's binoculars, they could see that the group had stopped.

They sent out sentries in all directions, and the ordinary soldiers laid out their bedding rolls and set up makeshift marching tents.

Before long, the cooks in the troop had set up their cooking stoves, and wisps of smoke rose from each company.

Mo Zian couldn't help but wonder—aren't there any blackout regulations here? Is it appropriate for the smoke from a picnic to rise so high?

What level of army is this?

At this moment, Han Dafu snatched the binoculars from Mo Zian's hand and watched longingly as the cook put the dried meat into the soup pot, tears involuntarily streaming down his face.

"Alright, Dafu, out of sight, out of mind."

Mo Zian took back the binoculars. "Let's eat something, then take turns to nap. We need to hold out until nightfall before we can make our move."

Their dinner was much simpler. The three of them each took out a pack of individual rations from their backpacks. These rations tasted more like a slightly oilier kind of cake, with the main ingredients being cooked rice flour, minced meat, oil, and salt.

Taking a bite, the individual rations were easily turned into a slightly sticky powder by the tongue, covering the entire mouth. At this moment, the water bottle was opened, and a small sip of cool water drawn from the mountain stream was taken.

The powder turned into a paste, and then successfully passed through the throat and into the stomach and intestines.

The most normal way to eat these individual rations is to dissolve them in hot soup, but now the three of them don't even have a sip of hot water—the firelight at night can travel very far, and Mo Zian doesn't want to test the other's eyesight.

After the three of them had taken care of their stomachs, they took turns resting.

It was completely dark when Mo Zian took the first shift. He kept an eye on the other party's movements while repeatedly thinking about the next plan in his mind.

This reminded him of his days as a soldier in his previous life. Once, during a border exercise in a high-altitude region, his squad was on nighttime guard duty.

In the high-altitude environment where the temperature was around -20 degrees Celsius at night, they received a hot meal delivered by drone, consisting of two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a soup.

Meanwhile, soldiers from a certain country on the other side of the border have to use a large iron hammer to crack open an egg if they want to eat it.

These memories are like fragments, very small and incoherent, but very real, as if they happened yesterday.

Mo Zian shook his head, clearing his mind and refocusing his attention on the present moment.

after a while.

"Hey, old man, time to change shifts."

Han Dafu crouched down behind Mo Zian, who beckoned to her and whispered, "Hey, look over there..."

A hamster's unsuspecting face came close, and then a stable boy took the opportunity to gently sip a small bite.

"Ouch! Hiss..."

Han Dafu habitually pinched Mo Zian, but not hard enough. Mo Zian ran off to rest contentedly, and soon his consciousness began to wane.

......

"Hey, wake up, it's time."

Mo Zian and Han Dafu were woken up by Chen Bunei, who was on the third shift. Chen Bunei pointed to his pocket watch and said, "It's almost 2 a.m., everyone should be fast asleep."

"good!"

Mo Zian quickly rubbed his face to cheer himself up and set up the [Judge] in the direction of the enemy camp. Chen Bu'nei also began to advance—they did not intend to make any noise; this was just to support and cover Han Dafu.

The petite figure beside him had already blended into the night. About fifteen minutes later, Han Dafu returned to Mo Zian's side.

Looking at the other person's "basic skills" expression and the documents and map in their hand, Mo Zian finally understood the extent of the "business skills" that this hamster often talked about.

"So fast?"

Not long after, Chen Bu'nai returned. "Don't worry, I checked, there's no tail."

Once the three were gathered, Han Dafu began to recount his intelligence: "A sentry was slacking off and secretly fell asleep, which allowed me to take advantage of him. I'm pretty sure he's an Awakened One, but when I checked his rank, he was only a sergeant."

"Sergeant?" Chen Bu-nei frowned.

In the normal military system of the Guangwu Empire, as long as one is an Awakened One, one must be an officer, not a soldier—even if this Awakened One is still doing the work of a soldier, his rank must still be that of an officer.

The rank of sergeant should be squad leader. The highest rank for a squadron staff officer is sergeant. Only a sergeant is a squad leader. What percentage of the squadron members are sergeants?

Mo Zian was a little hesitant to think about it—the proportion of enlightened beings in the Chenhuan army had always been higher than that of the Guangwu army, but it had never reached this level.

However, thanks to the opponent's limited caution, they had an opportunity to take advantage of the situation. If they all stayed in the main group and slept, Han Dafu would probably have to risk entering the perception range of more than one high-level Awakener.

The risks of this plan will increase exponentially at that point.

Mo Zian opened his ID, covered it with his coat to ensure no light leaked out, and then turned on his small portable ethereal lamp.

Without a doubt, this is a military ID of the Guangwu Empire, but it is very special. The ID is written in two languages: the smaller characters are a foreign script that Mo Zian does not recognize, and the larger characters are normal Guangwu characters.

"Name: Sam Aoki... Place of Origin: See soldier's roster... Unit: 3rd Company, Foreign Highland Assault Battalion, 4th Corps, Southwest Army Group... Position: 4th Squad Leader..."

The three men had a clear view of all the key information on the documents, which provided them with a great deal of direct and indirect intelligence.

"Highlands...Highlanders? Isn't the Duchy of the Highlands a nominal vassal state of Chen Huan?"

Chen Bu'nai is right. The Highlands are actually the Highlands Principality. In name, it is not independent, but belongs to the Chenhuan Empire. Its area is equivalent to 1/6 of the entire Chenhuan Empire. Its smelting and casting technology is renowned throughout the continent.

However, this region has not been active on the mainland in recent years. Even in the great war that ended in 836, the Highlanders were not one of the participating groups within the Chenhuan Empire.

"Mercenaries?" Chen Bu'nai continued, "That's quite an eye-opener."

Mo Zian shook his head and said, "I don't think so. The empire itself doesn't like to use mercenaries on a large scale. Besides, there's no war now, so there's no need to spend a lot of money to hire mercenaries just for the exercise."

Moreover, look at their equipment; it's clearly standardized specifically for them. I don't believe mercenaries receive this treatment; they're probably on par with regular troops... This shows that our intelligence is inaccurate; the Southwest Fourth Army Corps has far more personnel than what's on paper."

The three had actually suspected this result for a while, but now they had obtained conclusive evidence—after all, the main combat force of an ordinary infantry regiment only has 12 companies, each numbered from "Rat" to "Pig" very clearly.

The Southwest Fourth Army Corps, as a reinforced corps, originally only had the Iron Tigers and organized artillery units, as well as some elite reconnaissance companies and engineers reinforced according to intelligence.

This is actually the configuration of most of the Empire's main forces.

Mo Zian didn't know why these nominally "Chenhuan people" had come to Guangwu to serve as soldiers, nor did he care much about it, or feel any urgency to find out—

The most important thing right now is how to get this information out.

The three then opened the map, and a striking red line on the map immediately caught their attention. This red line meandered through the hilly area and went straight into the rear of the 7th Army Corps in the south.

Needless to say, everyone understands what this red line represents—the marching route and the marching destination.

The three quickly traced the red line onto their map, and then Han Dafu secretly returned the documents and map to the other party before they woke up.

This meant that their reconnaissance mission was successfully completed, and all they had to do was go back and report. However, Mo Zian felt that he had missed something crucial, a very subtle sense of unease.

Han Dafu was still lamenting the other party's laziness, how could he be sleeping so soundly, but these words struck Mo Zian like lightning.

"Yes, he's asleep... How dare he fall asleep! How dare he!"

Having figured out his thoughts, Mo Zian grabbed Han Dafu's wrist.