Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

One shot was fired.

Through the scope, Mo Zian clearly saw a man wearing the rank of lieutenant colonel being shot in the side and back of his helmet.

Mo Zian then turned and disappeared into the jungle.

Without a doubt, this is a battle between cat and mouse—

The pace of these search teams was noticeably more advanced; even from nearly 2 miles (1 km) away, Mo Zian could feel the heat emanating from their nostrils.

In an attempt to provoke the other party, Mo Zian seized an opportunity along the way to call out another lieutenant of the other party.

To Mo Zian's disappointment, it seemed someone had regained command of the unit; the number of men sent to search for him had not increased, but rather decreased significantly.

These people spread out in twos and threes at specific intervals, mainly to block possible movement paths.

This time, it was Mo Zi'an who was in a hurry.

To put it another way, if he can't attract more enemy troops to search for him, then the shot he just fired will have been meaningless.

But there was no turning back now. Mo Zian had no choice but to lead the enemy's search party, which had dwindled to a squadron, in circles while continuing to risk approaching the main force.

Perhaps the other side did not expect Mo Zian to dare to play the trick of hiding in the dark. Mo Zian not only successfully approached the main force again, but also used this opportunity to leave the search team behind.

When Mo Zian had chosen his sniping position, he was surprised to find that everyone in the unit had their rank insignia removed.

Unfortunately, Mo Zian still managed to find a military officer—

He saw a man mingling in the ranks casually take a cup of honey water from a man dressed as an orderly next to him.

It exudes the decaying atmosphere of an old-fashioned, outdated army.

boom!

A water cup tipped over, and the team erupted in chaos.

Another firework rose into the sky.

Mo Zian, carrying his weapon, once again disappeared into the mountains and forests.

After running approximately 1000 zhang (500 m), Mo Zian nimbly climbed a tree and raised his binoculars—

Behind him, another team followed, but it was only one squadron.

Mo Zian couldn't help but sigh softly. Positionally, this squadron that was sent up later deployed directly in a skirmish formation along the longitudinal direction, like an umbrella covering the enemy's main force.

In this way, as the search team advances, Mo Zian will lose the opportunity to harass the main force again.

……

On the other side, watching the fireworks rise into the sky again, a young captain who had torn off his rank insignia felt a burning pain on his face.

He could almost hear the other side's disgusting and terrifying firing sounds, and the dull thud of the firing was like a slap in his face.

"Everyone, spread out in skirmish formation, all... no, I'll lead two squads to chase after the fireworks, the rest of you will flank from this direction. (Highland language)"

……

after a while.

Mo Zian paid the price for his wrong decision.

He now understood that he should quit while he was ahead.

His own space for maneuver was being squeezed step by step, which forced him to slow down the enemy's search by firing back.

But this is like a vicious cycle, a slow death process.

Mo Zian could feel his physical strength gradually running out, so he had to take off his [Xuanwu] armor and [Jueshi] helmet, and use the grenades he carried with him to make a makeshift booby trap.

It's unclear whether he killed anyone or not, because he didn't dare turn around.

Although he was traveling light, his range of activity was further restricted—correspondingly, the enemy's casualty rate also increased.

……

"what!"

Another high-ground warrior has "fallen." Everyone in the search team knows they're getting closer to that ghostly sniper, but they're increasingly afraid to look up—

Although no one will actually die in the exercise, if someone is judged to have been "killed," they will be severely penalized if the exercise assessment is not up to standard.

The highlanders are not afraid of sacrifice, but they can't be foolish enough to send people out to die in vain; these are two different things.

The young captain seemed to be holding back a fire in his heart.

After nearly a morning of chasing, he not only got covered in dust and grime but also lost a squad. Moreover, in most cases, the bullets hit first and the sound of gunfire followed, which meant that the sniper had been keeping a certain distance from them.

For the first time, he realized just how terrifying the snipers of the Guangwu Army, now "one of their own," were, and how disgusting and frightening their "sniper" tactics were...

At that moment, a soldier crawled over, almost touching the ground. "Your Excellency, a message has come from the Earl's side."

"What news?"

"It has just been confirmed that our appeal has been rejected, and the Earl has been ruled out by the referee. Viscount Rinmatsu is now in command of the troops."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Are these Guangwu people engaging in corruption and bribery?"

The captain, hiding behind a large rock, seemed somewhat agitated. "Even among spirit warriors, the Earl's strength is exceptionally outstanding. Moreover, the Baron was wearing our specially made helmet at the time. How could a small rifle..."

"Excuse my bluntness, Your Excellency."

The soldier shrank back, but still retorted, "Regarding this, the Guangwu people's referees—no, the directors—gave us an explanation."

They said that based on the fragments of the exercise bullet, it must have been a 2.5-inch machine gun bullet, and our helmets couldn't possibly stop a bullet of that caliber.

Moreover, the Earl was having breakfast and hadn't had time to raise his ether shield...

"Your Excellency, we cannot dispute this explanation. Live-fire testing was conducted prior to the helmet protection drills."

"What...what did you say, machine guns?" the captain asked incredulously.

"Yes, Your Excellency, that was a machine gun bullet, and an armor-piercing one at that."

The baron fell into deep silence upon hearing this—was this sniper playing hide-and-seek with them while holding a machine gun?

What kind of physical ability is this?

Superman?

"Your Excellency, Viscount Rin-matsu has decided to send more men to support us. Baron Icefist is here with the Second Company to assist us."

The captain didn't answer, but simply nodded and waved to the soldier next to him.

"Don't worry or blame yourself, Murphy. We should all learn from this."

The captain looked up sharply and saw a figure standing not far from him, wearing only close-fitting soft armor and no other equipment.

"Your Excellency? What brings you here...?"

......

Looking at the newly appeared "enemy" in another direction, Mo Zian couldn't help but sigh – he was definitely going to be surrounded by them.

But this does not mean that Mo Zian is prepared to give up the fight.

As he ran, he kept recalling the information about the Highlanders in his mind—his master had traveled all over the country and had a wide range of knowledge. In his spare time, he would often tell him about the customs and culture of the mainland.

This includes the highlanders.

As far as he knew, these highlanders were said to still retain the ancient custom of one-on-one duels before battle. Thinking of this, Mo Zian's mind began to race.

So he slowed down and began to conserve his energy.

He's gambling.

I bet these highlanders really have preserved this tradition.