Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

Southwest Fourth Army Corps Defense Zone, Headquarters.

"Men, give the password! The earth collapses, mountains crumble, and brave warriors perish."

A weary messenger emerged from the night, wiping the sweat from his brow—this was mountainous terrain, the roads were rugged, and in some places even horses couldn't be ridden; one had to rely on their own two legs.

"A red apricot branch peeks over the wall... What kind of idiot came up with this password? Did they squeeze their brain through a door?"

"Thank you for your hard work, Lao Chen. The cooks should be setting aside time for dinner by now."

"know."

The messenger saluted the second lieutenant guarding the gate and jogged into the camp. No one noticed that a strange figure flashed past in the darkness.

The messenger didn't go to eat, but instead, with practiced ease, arrived at a spot hidden behind a huge boulder—

Here, there is a large tent covered with vegetation for camouflage.

"Report!"

"Enter!"

The messenger lifted the curtain, revealing an unusually busy command post behind it.

"Commander, the high ground assault force has received orders. This is Lieutenant Colonel Cui Ma's reply."

"Okay, leave it there." One of the staff officers nodded. "You can rest for a bit and have dinner now."

"yes!"

The messenger turned and left the command post. The staff officer looked at a colonel beside him who was staring intently at the sand table. "Commander, aren't you going to look at the reply letter?"

"There's nothing to see here. Others may not know their capabilities, but I, Lu Chao, know them perfectly well."

Colonel Lu Chao continued, still staring at the sand table, "Their military skills are poor, but their personnel are highly qualified. They certainly won't take those small units seriously, and indeed, they don't need to."

Lu Chao then pointed to a high point on the sand table, "Has Hill 21 not been captured yet?"

The adjutant next to him took out his notebook and said, "Not yet. According to the latest intelligence, the enemy's firepower is ridiculously dense, and they wiped out one of our companies almost without any casualties. Their ammunition and heavy firepower have also been replenished."

However, according to estimates, the enemy should run out of ammunition in about an hour.

The chief of staff opposite Lu Chao sighed, "Before the exercise, we specially dispatched troops to occupy Hill 21. I thought we had taken them seriously enough, but I didn't expect to underestimate these cadet soldiers."

"That makes sense, I suppose." Lu Chao raised his head slightly and looked around. "Back then, 'Mountain Fox' took the initiative to propose to the military that cadets from the capital's military academy participate in the exercise. Was that person just making things up?"

The chief of staff opposite nodded helplessly. "Who says otherwise? He can deliver a decisive blow with a flick of his wrist... Well, it makes the war more interesting, since we have a lot of new guys on board for this exercise."

However, to get back to the main point, Corps Commander, I still don't have a high opinion of the effectiveness of this high-altitude assault force.

"You really look down on these people that much?" Lu Chao asked with a hint of amusement.

"I'm just stating the facts." The chief of staff pointed to a lone black flag on the flank. "I personally admire and respect Lieutenant Colonel Tsurugi's character and abilities, but to put it bluntly, their military thinking is at least decades out of date..."

If it were an ordinary opponent, it would be fine, but the commander of the Ouyang Corps on the other side is someone who was personally trained by 'Mountain Fox' and is also your classmate.

The successful crossing of the Lijiang River in those years, breaking through Chen Huan's Lion Tail Flower Division and killing the Lion Tail Flower Marquis, can be said to have made him famous in one battle. We should at least send two military staff officers to that highlanders..."

Before his chief of staff could finish speaking, Lu Chao burst out laughing.

Why is the corps commander laughing?

"Don't you understand?" Lu Chao raised his head and looked at his chief of staff with a smile. "There are many purposes for this exercise, but the outcome is not important. In today's show, we are not the main characters."

Judging from the current progress, I'm very satisfied, and I believe the higher-ups are too. So, right now, I just want to finish this quickly and go home for a hot pot meal.

The chief of staff smiled somewhat helplessly, nodded, and then took out his pocket watch and glanced at it: "Commander, it's getting late. Tell the cooks to get you a meal."

"Okay, just thinking about hot pot makes my stomach rumble."

The chief of staff nodded to the guard beside him, who then lifted the curtain and went out.

"clatter……"

A very faint cracking sound came from below. The guard slowly looked down and saw a thin thread that he had broken by stepping on it.

Meanwhile, several directors had already run over from a distance.

......

On the other side, the evening breeze was blowing.

Han Dafu stood on the high slope, holding up her binoculars, looking down into the distance—in her view, the headquarters of the Fourth Army Corps in the Southwest was in complete chaos.

The small flash of light from the explosion on the command tent, though harmless, was enough to declare the entire command center of the Southwest Fourth Army Corps completely destroyed.

If it were a normal explosive charge, the enemy's command post would have been blown to bits by now.

The operation went far too smoothly; the messenger became her guide, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to find the enemy's command post.

This seemingly tight camp, which was actually loose inside, could not possibly stop Han Dafu.

The explosives and wires she carried originally belonged to Chen Bunei, but due to the constantly changing combat missions, they eventually ended up on her.

The detonation device is not complicated; it only requires tying an explosive charge and a "Palm Thunder-3" hand grenade together and making a simple tripwire at the gate with thin thread.

The massive rocks and dense vegetation provided cover for the command tent, and also offered Han Dafu's operations a concealed space.

Everything was completed in such an incredible yet exceptionally smooth manner.

A hamster wanted to turn its back on the chaotic enemy camp and toss its mane in the darkness to show its pride.

Then she realized she didn't.

Military regulations stipulate that, except for civilian personnel, female soldiers' hair length cannot exceed the standard.

Han Dafu also noticed that not far away, there stood a large antenna that looked like a butterfly wing, which was extremely conspicuous even in the dark.

Below is a semi-buried building.

She could certainly guess that the "big antenna" was probably the culprit behind their communication failure.

But she decisively abandoned any further action.

Firstly, the command post of the Southwest Fourth Army Corps has been destroyed, and the enemy is already on edge. Their facilities must be heavily guarded, and our chances are slim.

Secondly, she's in a hurry to find the person who came up with this idea, so she doesn't have time to deal with that other thing.

……

Highlander camp.

Mo Zian gently pushed the bone chess piece, and the faint friction between the piece and the board sounded like the footsteps of a marching army, powerful and resounding.

"General, sir."

Count Greenhorn stared at the chessboard in front of him for a while, then gave up struggling.

"You won the last round, young man."

Earl Greenhorse scratched his brow. "I didn't expect my horse to be so tightly restrained. It looked impressive, but it was completely useless... Alright, let's call it a day. Give him... uh, give him Murphy's blanket."

late at night.

Mo Zian slept soundly on the soft bedding, while a certain unlucky baron cursed in his dream.

Suddenly, Mo Zian, whose breathing had been steady, caught his breath and opened his eyes instantly.

A round little face was looking down at him, and one hand was pinching Mo Zian's nose.

"Wow, you're sleeping soundly." Han Dafu lowered his voice, glanced at the bedding roll beside him, and pouted, "Not bad treatment."

"Not bad at all. In the morning, I took them for a walk around the mountains, and in the afternoon, I followed them for a walk around the mountains."

Mo Zian swatted away the hamster's hand that was pinching his nose. "After all that, you still had to fight with someone and get hit several times. And then you have to play chess with them tonight. Do you know how hard it is for me?"

Mo Zian's voice sounded slightly tired. He stood up from his bedding roll and pulled a handful of dried meat from his pocket. "I got along pretty well with these people these past half day. This is for you."

"snort."

Han Dafu slapped Mo Zian's arm hard, accepted the jerky without hesitation, and then immediately put a small piece into his mouth.

"How's it going on your end?" Mo Zian asked as he put on his gear.

"It's done," Han Dafu said between chews, "I successfully competed with the latrine cleaner in the outhouse..."

Mo Zian didn't understand why this hamster had to use such a "novel" metaphor while eating, but that didn't stop him from realizing that Han Dafu had successfully completed the plan.

It actually worked...

Is this considered a miracle achieved through great effort?

Mo Zian couldn't help but swing his fist.

He could hardly believe that his hastily devised plan had actually achieved its purpose. Forcibly suppressing his excitement, he said, "Let's hurry up and leave. The exercise hasn't been declared over yet, and this isn't the place to talk."

Han Dafu nodded, and just as the two were about to make their escape, a voice suddenly rang out from somewhere.

"Are you leaving already, young man?"

The two turned around instantly. Han Dafu had already raised his [waist knife] rapid-fire gun, but it was pushed back down by Mo Zian beside him.

"Yes, sir, my companions have arrived," Mo Zian replied.

"Don't be nervous, young lady."

Wearing only a silk blouse and training trousers, Count Trema emerged from the darkness with his hands behind his back. "Just saying goodbye to a 'dead man' and a 'prisoner'."

Mo Zian gave a brief introduction to both parties, and Han Dafu saluted Earl Cui Ma.

"Hello! Warrant Officer Han Dafu reporting for duty, Lieutenant Colonel Cui Ma!"

Count Cui Ma smiled gently at Han Dafu and nodded in acknowledgment.

"To be honest, I'm still not quite used to the strict discipline of your Guangwu soldiers, but I also understand that this is perhaps exactly what we lack..."

Count Turquoise seemed momentarily distracted, but he quickly regained his composure and said to Han Dafu, "Since you're here, if I'm not mistaken, our command post has already been destroyed, hasn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ha, I should have thought of that sooner."

Count Turquoise shook his head to himself, saying with a self-deprecating tone, "The commander of the flanking force has been sniped, and now the command post has been taken down. There are only two people left to do the work... This battle was truly spectacular; the tuition was definitely worth it..."

"Sir, what are you saying? We two green recruits just got lucky. It was all thanks to the strength of the bricks that they flew."

"Alright, you don't need to be modest. Well done, well done. The Guangwu army is full of hidden talents, and I, Philip Trema, have witnessed it today."

Okay, that's enough for now. The exercise isn't over yet, so don't worry too much about this 'dead man' of mine."

Mo Zian and Han Dafu didn't linger any longer. After saluting, they left decisively.

Count Greenhorn stood there, gazing at the two figures as they disappeared, lost in thought.

A few minutes later.

"My lord, you should go back and rest." The former personal servant came out from another direction of the camp and draped a coat over Count Greenhorse's shoulders.

Count Greenhorn came to his senses, then turned and left, his personal servant following closely behind.

"What do you think of this child?" Count Turquoise suddenly asked.

"He is an outstanding young man, sir."

"Hmph, you're always like this, always hiding half the truth in your words." Count Green Horse waved his hand behind him. "But you can't fool me. We've been childhood friends. Don't you think I'm giving him too much credit?"

"Yes, sir."

"Guess what I'm thinking, Ek."

"I never would have guessed that you would always tease me like this, even though you know I'm really bad at this."

"I'm glad I didn't have any other thoughts."

Count Trema tapped his head with his finger. "If that bullet that hit me this morning hadn't been a powder bullet, I'd probably be toasting with the noble Anta by now. Think about it, how many of those vengeful ghosts are there in the Guangwu army... Ek, why aren't you leaving?"

"It's nothing, sir... it's just... I suddenly feel a chill down my spine."

"It's good to feel a chill down your spine now." Seeing that the person behind him had caught up, Earl Greenhorn continued walking forward. "It's better to feel a chill down your spine now than to feel a chill later."

"Your decisions are always the wisest."

"Wise? I think I'm just not too stupid..."

Count Greenhorn looked up at the bright night sky and said to himself, "Our ancestors lived in the beautiful and fertile highlands and rest in peace on the magnificent and sacred holy mountain."

Looking down upon the earth, we once proclaimed ourselves celestial beings, untouched by the dust of the world; guarding the mountains and rivers, we once touted ourselves as the invincible sons of Antar.

Count Cui Ma stopped and looked in the direction where Mo Zi'an and Han Dafu had left.

"But now, we are not anymore, Ek... is no longer."