Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

The conversation between Earl Cuima and Mo Zian did not last long. After they finished their lunch, Earl Cuima left with his guards.

Around 14:00 PM, the two squadrons that had been pursuing Mo Zi'an set off again, while Mo Zi'an, as a "prisoner," had to travel with them.

The group moved quickly, trying to catch up with the main force that had gone ahead. This operation to eliminate Mo Zi'an had dragged on for far too long.

Time slowly dissipated with the dust kicked up by their shoes, and before they knew it, the sun was about to set. However, the group, eager to get on their journey, did not stop until the sun had almost completely set.

Fires were lit in the makeshift camp, and Mo Zian was pulled by the translator to sit around one of the campfires with a squad of soldiers from the highlands.

A soup pot sits over the campfire, simmering wide rice noodles, wild vegetables, and dried meat in water with ghee. Steam rises from the boiling soup, passing through the wire mesh above and heating the flatbread as well.

Everyone, including Mo Zian, received a large bowl of meat soup. Mo Zian also contributed his personal rations—this kind of thing was very new to these highland soldiers. It turned into a paste in the meat soup, but the taste was still guaranteed.

They all marveled at how convenient and delicious the soldiers of the Guangwu Empire were to have such good rations, but Mo Zian cherished the meat soup and bread in front of him even more.

The translator was a cheerful man of mixed Guangwu and Highland descent. According to him, his family originally ran a small caravan, but because he was fluent in both Guangwu and Highland languages, he was chosen by Count Cuima to be a military translator.

With the translator present, Mo Zian and the group of highland soldiers sat together and enjoyed a lively and cheerful dinner.

Just as Mo Zian was using the time after dinner to teach them the basics of ether guns, footsteps approached from behind him.

"Hello, Warrant Officer," the guard who had been accompanying Earl Cui Ma greeted him first, then asked, "Do you know how to play Guangwu Chess?"

He spoke fluent Guangwu dialect again.

"Of course," Mo Zian said, his expression shifting slightly.

"That's wonderful." The guard gestured for you to come over. "Our Earl also enjoys playing chess, so he would like to invite you over."

Mo Zian did not refuse and followed the guard toward the central tent.

"Looks like I should really study the Highland language when I get back. I didn't expect you to speak Guangwu language so well. Are there many people in the Highlands who speak Guangwu language?" Mo Zian said casually as he followed behind the guard.

"Not many, in fact, very few."

The guard shrugged and tilted his head slightly in response, "I am the Earl's personal servant. When the Earl was studying, I was almost like a page, and over time I learned some things from him."

Mo Zian had heard his master say that the Chinese language in this world was one of the most difficult languages ​​on the entire continent, and in some ways it was even more difficult than Elvish.

The person in front of me has been able to learn to this level "over time," which means they are exceptionally talented, at least in terms of language.

The two walked for a short while before arriving near the central tent.

From afar, Mo Zian noticed a small group of people gathered at the entrance of the camp. As he approached the crowd, he saw a table set up in the center of the group, with several lanterns hanging beside it.

Under the lamplight, the exquisite chessboard made of sheepskin and some kind of bone chess pieces on the table reflected a unique orange-red hue.

"Checkmate! Next, next! You all play terribly. (Highland dialect)"

Count Greenhorn's voice rang out from the crowd, and a sergeant, his face flushed with anger, stood up from his seat in frustration.

When Mo Zian got closer, he realized that all that was left was a lone veteran.

The guards parted the crowd, and Mo Zian came to Earl Cui Ma's side.

"Lord Philip, I have summoned Mozian." (Highland language)

Earl Cui Ma, who had been somewhat disheartened, slapped his thigh and excitedly said to Mo Zi'an, "Come on! Let's play a few rounds and let me see the strength of a real Guangwu person. My troops are full of terrible chess players."

Those people couldn't understand those obscure chess notation records that looked like ancient scrolls.

Mo Zian did not refuse and took his seat in a very generous manner.

After several rounds of play, the crowd around them grew from a small group to a large one. Overall, Earl Cui Ma narrowly defeated Mo Zi'an in one game.

Mo Zian was somewhat surprised by the prevalence of "chess" in this unit—these foreign soldiers, who barely knew any Chinese characters, could easily remember and distinguish what "chariot, horse, and cannon" meant...

Count Greenhorn took out an exquisite silver pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at the time.

"It's getting late?" Count Trema muttered to himself, then glanced at the chessboard and said, "It's getting late, let's... play one last game."

Mo Zian naturally had no objections, but just as the two sides were restoring the chessboard, Earl Cui Ma suddenly spoke up.

"You're really something. You led us all over the mountains this morning, and you followed us on a forced march this afternoon. Now you still have the energy to play chess with me. It's the last game, so let's put up a little stake so we don't fall asleep."

Earl Turquoise stroked his chin and said, "Hmm... young man, why don't you place a bet?"

Mo Zian put his last "car" away, thought for a moment, and said, "Then... how about a bedding set?"

"Is it that simple?" Count Trema raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, sir, it's just a game, it would be inappropriate to overstep the bounds." Mo Zian smiled slightly, "And as you said, I am indeed very tired, and a comfortable blanket is exactly what I need."

"Haha, okay! As you wish."

Earl Turquoise readily agreed, "If you defeat me, I will give you the bedding of my... trusted subordinate, Baron Stewart!"

Meanwhile, Baron Murphy Kenslow, lying in the distance and focused on self-reflection, had no idea what was happening. He simply felt that his bedding was much more comfortable with the added padding.

After the world where only one person is injured is constructed, the final game of chess officially begins, and Count Greenhorn goes first in this game.

"Alright, let's try something unconventional, advance the pawn one space!"

Mo Zian blinked, looking at the raised border soldier, then thought about the bedding that was waving.

He was no longer sleepy.

……

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the 7th Army Corps in the south.

"Report!"

"speak."

"Commander, the observation post extending to the right flank of the unit has spotted enemy activity!"

"Oh? What about the number of people? What about the firepower?" Colonel Ouyang Chen asked.

"The number of people is not difficult to count. They did not enforce blackout regulations. Judging from the fires, it is probably around six companies."

The messenger who entered the room was holding a paper reconnaissance log. "It's too dark to see the firepower configuration clearly, but we didn't find any machine guns or infantry guns."

"Alright, you can go now."

"yes!"

Ouyang Chen fell into thought, while a staff officer beside him had already planted a small black flag somewhere on the north side of the exercise area.

"Thanks to that student who ran all the way back, otherwise we would have been groped. The other side really does seem to have some hidden talents."

The chief of staff looked at Ouyang Chen and said, "I just don't understand how Colonel Lu Chao can lead his troops. His own troops are so unprofessional that they don't even know how to control blackouts."

"Maybe those weren't his soldiers at all."

Ouyang Chen looked at his chief of staff and said, "The intelligence brought back by that kid from the training squadron is actually quite clear. We can't treat this flanking force with conventional thinking."

"Well then, Corps Commander," a staff officer suggested to Ouyang Chen in a mischievous tone, "we have the coordinates now, how about we have the artillery make them a midnight snack?"

"inappropriate."

Before Ouyang Chen could answer, the chief of staff rejected the suggestion, saying, "With this terrain, the enemy is hiding behind a hill. Artillery fire would have limited effect and might even alert them."

I estimate that the other side most likely didn't expect us to detect it in advance, which is our only advantage at the moment, and we can't afford to lose it.

"I think we need to move to a different location."

The chief of staff then looked at Ouyang Chen and continued, "If all else fails, we can all go to the front line. Anyway, apart from the fixed lines that have been laid, all other communications are now out of service. Leaving an empty command post can serve as bait."

"Hmm, that's a good idea." Ouyang Chen nodded. "How's the troop deployment going, Lieutenant Sun?"

"According to the latest news from Lieutenant Sun, the two reconnaissance squadrons have completed their regrouping and are assembling at the designated location on the flank."

The chief of staff planted a small red flag on a high ground on the flank of the command post. "However, the enemy is clearly an assault force. The reconnaissance troops don't have heavy weapons, and the time is too short. There's simply not enough time to build defensive fortifications, and the minefields they've laid are also very limited."

"It's alright, we don't need it."

Ouyang Chen's thinking clearly came to a conclusion: "I never intended for the reconnaissance squadron to stand still and fight them. The enemy came with great momentum, but unfortunately, they were clueless."

……

On the other side, the Highlanders' camp.

"Young man, my 'wing attack' technique has always worked, I didn't expect you to be able to keep up with me until the second half."

Count Greenhorse stared at the chessboard before him. "But how are you going to defend against my knight on the left flank now? You no longer have the strength to restrain me."

Mo Zian did not answer, but thought for a moment and pulled the cannon on the other side back to his own side, using the piece on the center line as a cannon support to respond to the opponent's attack.

"Turn your own firepower back to the front? That's one solution."

Count Trema rested his chin on his hand. "Your pawn is in a good position, but he himself is no threat to me."

As Earl Greenhorse spoke, he turned his horse around and continued his attack on Mo Zian's Red General.

"Moreover, your cannons cannot completely stop my horses. Once my reinforcements arrive, your lines will collapse."

Mo Zian still did not answer, but silently moved his car, which was already in a very bad position.

"High-speed train? Don't you want your pawn that's already crossed the river?"

Earl Greenhorse originally intended to charge forward on the flank with his horse, but instead turned around and captured Mo Zian's pawn that had crossed the river.

However, after only a few steps, the car that Mo Zian had freed itself from silently drove straight towards the other side along the exposed ribs of Earl Cui Ma.

At this moment, Mo Zian suddenly raised his head, his black eyes flickering with orange-red flames.

"Sir, I want to take over the generalship."