Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

The reconnaissance squadron commander looked at the exercise director beside him and raised his hand—

He believed it was caused by the use of powder bullets and that a kill warrant should be issued, but the director decisively shook his head and raised the green flag.

"Ruling: Not a kill!"

"Captain, what you have is fine for dealing with those filthy bastards like Chen Huan, but against me... even if you break my ether shield, you can't break my shield. (Highland language)"

Although the reconnaissance squadron commander couldn't understand what the person in front of him was saying, he had to obey the directing officer's judgment for the time being.

Without further hesitation, the squadron commander drew the pistol magazine from his chest, but how could Viscount Rinmatsu give his opponent such an opportunity?

"You're too late, Captain."

Viscount Rinmatsu's bakelite sword tip struck the wrist of the reconnaissance squadron commander with an extremely subtle and skillful force, knocking the opponent's weapon away at just the right moment.

"Not bad, at least we captured a prisoner, that's something..."

Before Viscount Rinmatsu could finish speaking, a sudden chill ran down his spine from his tailbone to the back of his head.

The towering giant was terrified and, without thinking, stumbled forward as if he had been tripped. He felt something carrying the aura of death fly past the back of his head.

Even though he knew perfectly well that it was just a powder bomb.

boom……

Viscount Rinson's pupils involuntarily contracted. He recognized the thunderous sound of firing; it was this very sound that had ambushed and killed his lord in front of him that morning.

"Didn't they send about two hundred people to arrest him? They failed? Or was it more than one person?"

A whole host of questions flashed through Viscount Rinson's mind in an instant, but his body did not slow down as a result.

He slammed his right hand on the ground, abandoning the bakelite sword, and used the force to roll quickly to one side, hiding behind a thick tree.

Seeing the situation change drastically, the reconnaissance squadron commander, despite the excruciating pain in his wrist, picked up the [Martial Attendant] pistol from the ground—he couldn't waste such a good opportunity with sniper support!

But when he shakily raised his weapon, he found that the giant opposite him had also emerged half a body length from behind the tree, holding a waist knife in his hand.

Immediately following was a series of popping sounds like beans being fired.

the other side.

Mo Zian watched through the scope as his captain "died" from the gunfire, and sighed inwardly.

He now vaguely felt a sense of rift in this exercise; the Highlanders were using military thinking from decades ago, while his side was treating these Highlanders as if they were Chen Huan's army.

To put it bluntly, the two sides never actually fought each other.

Mo Zian stared intently at the large tree where the highlander was hiding in the distance, but found that the other party showed no sign of being presumptuous enough to show himself—he even stretched out his hand and gave him the middle finger before quickly pulling it back.

"Alright, old Bi, there's no need to hang yourself on Jie'er's head."

"Um."

Mo Zian nodded and put away his [Judge] —

After he and Han Dafu left Earl Cuima's place, they barely rested. Han Dafu slept for about an hour (more than two hours) in a secluded spot before they continued their high-intensity march.

They abandoned their plan to return to Hill 21 to rejoin the squadron and instead came to their current location.

Their physical strength and energy are now nearing their limits, and they really can't afford to stay in one place any longer.

The most critical problem was that he didn't have many bullets left.

"Dafu, how is it? Did you get it back?"

"Of course," Han Dafu said confidently. "I've run into our engineering corps. The command post is indeed not far from us, but..."

"They don't have 2.5-inch bullets?"

"Well, the blocking force here consists of scouts and engineers; they're not equipped with machine guns," Han Dafu said, shaking his head. "Old Bi, how many bullets do you have left?"

"Including the four rounds in the gun, I only have 29 bullets left. I need to be careful with them."

"Actually, I think it's about time." Han Dafu shrugged. "The blocking forces here can't stop this group."

"really."

Mo Zian took out his portable map, glanced at it, and said wearily, "Never mind that, it's only a little over 2 li (1 km) from here to the command post. Let's buy ourselves a little more time..."

At that moment, Mo Zian suddenly heard undisguised footsteps around him. Shortly after, a lieutenant instructor wearing a red armband emerged.

"Which part are you two from?"

"Training Company, sir."

After nodding, the director seemed to sense something and asked with a hint of disbelief, "The group that assassinated the foreign lieutenant colonel and raided the southwest command post, could it be you?"

"Yes, sir."

Despite having already guessed, the director was still taken aback and looked the two of them up and down a few times.

"As expected of young heroes... Someone said that a group of skilled snipers suddenly appeared here, and we guessed that it might be you. I'm here to inform you that your training squadron's exercise mission has ended."

It took Mo Zian and Han Dafu a long time to react.

"Huh? It's over?"

......

"It's not over yet!"

Viscount Rin-matsu glared with his large, bell-like eyes and growled at the coordinator in front of him, "We're now less than 1600 zhang (800 meters) from the Red Force's command post! The blocking force has been scattered and disorganized. What makes you think it's over?!" (Highland dialect)

"Major, please calm down."

The director explained, "We have witnessed your and your troops' bravery, but your headquarters was destroyed last night, your main force has been defeated, your major communications station has been captured, and our communications have been restored..."

In short, the red side has already been declared the winner.

The interpreter translated the director's words to Viscount Rinmatsu without missing a single word. After understanding the situation on the battlefield, Viscount Rinmatsu calmed down.

After a moment of silence, the towering giant spoke in a deep voice: "Listen to me, Captain. I understand the current situation, and I'm not denying your judgment, but it seems that we on this side have indeed lost."

But I still maintain that the Red Team's command post is within reach. If we capture it, the outcome of this exercise will fundamentally change.

At this point, Viscount Rinson stared intently into the messenger's eyes and said seriously, "Most importantly, we Highlanders don't have that 'death sentence and rout' mentality, never! So I think the exercise isn't over yet."

After listening to the translation, the director sighed. "Personally, I admire your fighting spirit immensely. In that case, on behalf of the directing team, I agree to your request. The exercise shall continue."

Just as Viscount Rinmatsu had predicted, there were no enemies along the way, and the annoying sniper had disappeared. The distance of 1600 zhang (800m) was covered in the blink of an eye.

Viscount Rinson took the lead, eliminating the guards in the Red Team's base camp, and led a team of elite troops directly into the command post.

He already knew the command post was empty—

With his abilities, he couldn't possibly not notice if there were a large number of people inside the command post. He just didn't understand why there was still someone standing inside when it was already empty.

Viscount Rinson knew that the situation was hopeless. His first battle after arriving in Guangwu had been a complete defeat. He just wanted to see who was still standing inside.

Viscount Rinson strode into the tent, using his sword to lift the curtain, and at the same time, he saw the person in front of him clearly.

"A director? What kind of director would be standing in an empty room?"

The moment the tall figure entered the tent, the conductor raised the red flag without saying a word.

"Verdict: Defeated!"

"...Huh!? Why?"

"This area has been planted with explosives, and a makeshift trigger device has been placed at the entrance. The device has now been triggered by someone entering, detonating the explosives. Therefore, you are considered dead!"