Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

"What's wrong, Lao Bi? Why are you so easily startled?" Han Dafu looked at Mo Zian with some confusion.

"Dafu, do you know the status of the other sentries nearby? Are they also dozing off?"

"Hmm... the two nearby know." Han Dafu thought for a moment, "I wasn't dozing off when I went there, but I wasn't very clear-headed either, so I guess it'll be here soon."

With Han Dafu's confirmation, Mo Zian felt that everything that had happened in the past two days had become clear.

"The enemy's battlefield awareness is flawed! Don't you guys think so?"

Following his own train of thought, Mo Zian said, "We ambushed a reconnaissance squad this morning. Such an elite reconnaissance team, composed entirely of non-commissioned officers, could not possibly have gone unnoticed by such an elite force as the Fourth Army Corps of the Southwest."

Even if the entire Fourth Army Corps of the Southwest drank heavily during the day and only noticed the abnormality at night, it's impossible that they wouldn't have received the news if they had contacted them through the communications station, including the troops in front of them..."

"I see!"

Mo Zian's reminder made Chen Bunei realize what was going on. "If they had received the news, I don't believe these sentries would still dare to sleep... So, does that mean their communications station is broken too?"

"If that's the case, I don't think it can be a problem with the equipment itself."

Han Dafu offered her guess: "It's like two people swimming in the same river at the same time, and both of them come out with rashes. In this case, it's most likely a problem with the water, not with the people."

"That's right, that's what I think too."

Mo Zian agreed with Han Dafu's guess, "So, it's possible that it's not our own communicator that's broken, but that everyone participating in the exercise has lost communication. But since the chief director didn't stop the exercise, it must be someone from one side causing trouble. It seems more likely to be the other side now."

"That's right. If it were our side making the move, they wouldn't have kept us in the dark."

Chen Bu'nai looked at Mo Zi'an, "It seems that Fan Ye (Chu Yan's nickname) may have gone back for nothing, and the squadron has most likely lost contact as well. In other words, the command headquarters may still be completely unaware of the situation here... Lao Bi, the instructor put you in charge when we came out. You make the decision, what should we do?"

"Don't rush, let me think about it."

Mo Zian opened his map, hoping to get some clues from it. His gaze gradually focused on the marching line that crossed the hilly area.

"I think we should send one person directly to headquarters with the intelligence," Mo Zian said, staring at the map. "We need to be quick and not rest along the way."

"But we don't know the way to the headquarters... Oh right, they drew it for us." Chen Bunei looked at the line that Mo Zian was pointing to. "They must have conducted high-altitude reconnaissance with reconnaissance airships before the battle, so even if there is a gap, it won't be too big. As long as we can run into the main force, we've succeeded."

"I'll go. I can run faster than you guys in the dark," Han Dafu said first.

"I think it's better if I go."

Chen Bu-nai volunteered, saying, "It will be dawn soon. This trip is quite a distance. I'm not bragging, but when it comes to physical strength and endurance, I really can't beat anyone else. If I'm optimistic, I might not even need a whole day."

"Then let Bu Nei go."

Mo Zian nodded to Chen Bunei, "Take off your armor and helmet later and travel light. Head to the headquarters as fast as you can. Dafu and I will pour all the water from our canteens into your hands. If you drink it sparingly, you shouldn't have to take a detour to find water again."

What to do with the gear we take off?

"Mark it on the map, make a note of it. This is not the time to dwell on this."

"Okay!" Chen Bu-nei readily agreed.

"Dafu." Mo Zian turned to Han Dafu, "I have a plan, but it's not quite ready yet, and I need to discuss it with you..."

……

early morning.

As usual, a light mist rose in the mountains and forests, enveloping the earth and blurring the beginning of the day.

Sam Aoki stretched and straightened up from the tree trunk he was leaning against, looking around—hmm, very good, very peaceful.

He stood up, leaning on his weapon. The damp climate around him was something Sam, who was used to living on the dry plateau, found very uncomfortable.

How to put it? My butt is wet with dew and my bottom is frosty, and the wind blows my chicken egg-shaped balls and they feel cold.

The back half of his pants was almost soaked through. A mountain breeze swept through the forest, making his entire lower body feel chilly, the coldness piercing his skin like needles.

But he had no choice; he had to follow his lord—he obeyed his lord and was willing to support his lord's bold decisions, even if those decisions were destined to be unpraised and devoid of any glory.

"Screw Chen Huan's soft cannon, the sacred high ground is not something you can plot against."

As usual, Sam Aoki cursed inwardly and stretched his body to relieve the soreness caused by his poor sleeping posture.

"Who's there! Come...out!"

After shouting a phrase in unusually broken Guangwu dialect, Sam Aoki subconsciously reached for the hilt of his sword on his back. As he raised his hand, he seemed to suddenly remember something, abruptly changing direction and reaching for the [waist knife] rapid-fire gun strapped to his body.

"Hey, it's me, Sam."

A warrior dressed similarly to him, but appearing older, stepped out from the bushes. "Speaking of which, your Guangwu language is truly a pile of shit." (Highland dialect of the Greenhorse Territory)

Upon seeing the newcomer, Sam Greentree laid down his weapon and switched back to his native dialect: "Buck, you have no right to talk to me like that. Who can understand those square symbols? That stuff is more obscure than the commandments in the ancient Iron Codex."

"Indeed, but that doesn't stop me from laughing at you." The man called Buck waved the metal lunchbox he was carrying. "Hurry up and eat. I've called it over. We need to leave early today."

"Oh! By Anta, you are a good man! Praise be to your kindness and enthusiasm, Lord Buck Young Badger." Sam Greentree patted his stomach and said exaggeratedly, "My body is already starving and freezing."

"Don't try to imitate the tone of those high priests like Chen Huan."

As Buck spoke, he gave two of the four tin boxes to Sam. Sam opened the boxes—one contained warm wheat cakes and pickled vegetables made in the style of his hometown, and the other contained a soup made with dried meat and wild vegetables.

Sam put the two metal boxes on the ground and was about to take out his kettle to get some water to wash his hands when...

call out!

A whooshing sound came without warning.

Sam clutched his left cheek and collapsed to the ground in pain.

At the same time, a figure emerged from the nearby bushes and appeared behind the other person in the blink of an eye—

The two had very similar ethereal auras, but Buck was easily taken down by Han Dafu, who pinned the bakelite dagger to his throat.

Buck reached for the knife lying beside him with one hand, intending to fire it as a warning, but Sam grabbed him from the side.

"Ugh...we're 'dead' now, Buck."

Sam covered his cheek, his words slightly slurred, "We have to follow the rules; it's a soldier's honor to accept defeat."

Buck reluctantly let go, then watched helplessly as the "scarecrow" on top of him took his water bottle and emptied all the water.

Then they stole their breakfast and another person's water bottle.

......

Soon after, eight high-altitude assault squadrons sprang into action.

They sent search teams in all directions, which scattered an entire company of men. At breakfast time, a messenger arrived at their camp with intelligence, and soon after, the two unfortunate men whose breakfast had been stolen were discovered.

After successfully robbing breakfast, Mo Zian and her companion split up to carry out their own plans, as Mo Zian had other things to do.

Mo Zian, who was temporarily fighting alone, changed direction and continued to monitor the group of people in front of him.

The other party made a move, which was almost inevitable and exactly what Mo Zian wanted—only by stirring up the grass can you scare the snake out of its den.

He is alone now, but being alone has its advantages.

Mo Zian temporarily ignored the scattered search teams, instead focusing intently on the campsite before him, because he seemed to have spotted the team's commander—

The individual combat strength of these highlanders can be described as terrifying, but it is obvious that they have not fought much against the Guangwu people. Their awareness of defense against the Guangwu people's usual "sniper" tactics is really weak.

It can only be described as a gift from nature.

Mo Zian felt this was an opportunity that seemed like a windfall, and even at the risk of being surrounded, he had to give it a try.

Mo Zian took up a sniping position and began to regulate his breathing.

He tried his best to hide his killing intent, following the tips taught to him by his instructor, Hu Yang. Gradually, he felt as if time around him was becoming somewhat viscous...

Time seemed to slow down around us.

boom!

Thunder suddenly erupted.