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The booming sounds of artillery echoed through the air, a thunderous roar signaling the commencement of an autumn military exercise.
The opposing forces in this military drill were the Red and Blue Trump Card armies from the Northwest Military District.
As soon as the exercise began, the Red Army launched an overwhelming offensive. The air force, ground aviation divisions, and anti-aircraft brigades unleashed a relentless barrage on the Blue Army's forward positions. However, this wave-like assault crashed against a sturdy fortress. In an effort to breach the Blue Army's fortified defenses, the Red Army's mixed infantry brigade and Mechanical Armor Corps began a forceful advance toward the Blue Army's stronghold.
Little did they know, the Blue Army was feigning weakness, luring the enemy deeper into their territory, which led to the Red Army Group's ground forces becoming mired in a stalemate.
At this critical moment, the Red Army quietly dispatched several Special Operations Forces to conduct infiltration operations against the Blue Army. However, they did not anticipate that their elite units would crash against a dam-like defense…
Meanwhile, the Blue Army initiated counter-infiltration operations.
As dusk approached, the warm golden light of the late autumn sun flowed down from the mountain tops, bathing the Shangu wilderness in a sea of gold. The cacophony of autumn cicadas added a touch of tranquility to this serene landscape.
By a stream in the basin, a camouflaged military field kitchen stood still. The soldiers from the catering team busily prepared dinner for their unit, with their tents located just a few hundred meters away in the wilderness.
The aroma of food wafted through the crisp autumn air toward a nearby thicket. At the edge of that thicket, amidst a pile of weeds, a soldier clad in camouflage gear stealthily raised his head. His face was painted with camouflage colors, making it difficult to discern his identity.
He glanced at the distant military field kitchen before slowly lowering himself back down as if he had never been there at all. After some time passed and a breeze swept through, the soldier who had been lying in wait had vanished without a trace.
Not long after, sounds of wild boars grunting erupted from the edge of the forest, followed by intense commotion. A soldier who was cooking inadvertently looked up and suddenly froze in place, quickly elbowing his squad leader beside him.
"Squad Leader, look! Two wild boars are fighting over there!"
The Cook Team Leader paused and turned to look; to his astonishment, a large group of wild boars emerged from the forest!
“Goodness gracious! What a huge group! I’ve heard that the Northwest Wild Boars are fierce in numbers, but I didn’t expect them to run right into us, the Catering Team!” The Cook Team Leader put down his spatula and immediately called out, “Quick, gather everyone in the team! Let’s go hunt some wild boars!”
The members of the Catering Team grabbed their Submachine Guns and rushed after the wild boars that were fleeing into the forest.
Just after the Catering Team left, a soldier clad in camouflage quickly approached the Military Field Kitchen. He scanned the surroundings and skillfully pulled out a packet of white powder from his pocket, a wicked smile creeping across his face.
“To be able to taste my family’s secret recipe, ‘Zuo Liao,’ is truly a blessing for you all. I guarantee you’ll never forget it for the rest of your lives! Hehe…”
He poured all of the white powder into the boiling pot of food and stirred it contentedly with the spatula.
After finishing his task, he swiftly left, disappearing into the woods.
Before long, several members of the Catering Team returned, carrying a wild boar they had hunted on dry branches. None of them noticed that someone had added a special ingredient, ‘Zuo Liao,’ to their meal preparations.
…
In a clearing by the stream, the Camouflaged Soldier who had finished his task slipped into the woods and crouched beneath a large tree. He surveyed the area for any ambushes before using his impressive vocal skills to mimic some strange yet realistic bird calls. Soon after, several fully armed soldiers in camouflage began to reveal themselves from within the forest, cautiously gathering around that tree.
This was clearly a Special Operations Team, though they numbered only about a squad.
Two team members stood guard on the perimeter while several others formed a circle around a military map to exchange intelligence.
“Wolf, what’s the situation to the west?” asked the team leader, pointing at the map and addressing one of his teammates.
“The high ground to the west is their communications company; however, there are two companies of troops in front, making it difficult to take them out!” The teammate indicated a position on the map.
“Hyena, what about the South?”
“South is an Armor Brigade along with a mixed infantry battalion, but their radar position should be right here!” the soldier responsible for reconnaissance in the area replied, marking the enemy's troop location on the map with his finger.
“Northwest Wolf?” the captain asked, looking at the last team member.
The team member seemed to have been holding back for a long time, responding bitterly, “To the north, there’s an air defense brigade and two infantry divisions, plus a special operations brigade infiltrating our side. Several teams have already fallen; heading that way would be walking into a trap. I almost got caught there myself, but luckily I managed to escape in time.”
“It seems that the Red Army bastards have cast a big net and are just waiting for us to dive right in,” the captain said as he folded the military map and tucked it into a pocket of his Camouflage Uniform. He continued, “A few thousand meters to the east are the positions of an artillery brigade and a field artillery battalion. However, I suspect their command center is just behind those positions.”
“Wolf Head, is this inference reliable?” someone asked.
“Hey, let’s take a gamble. If we can’t win, we’ll just run away,” Wolf Head replied nonchalantly.
A few light laughs erupted among the team members; they understood their captain's personality well and knew what he meant.
With a shift in tone, Wolf Head became serious. “Now for the operational arrangements!”
The group turned to listen intently.
“Hyena and Kong Lang, take your teams west and find a way to take out their communications link on that side!”
“Yes!”
“Wolf, you take two team members and find a way to infiltrate their South radar position and destroy it!”
“Yes!”
After issuing the operational commands, the team members exchanged glances. Finally, one person asked, “Wolf Head, what about you?”
“I? Hmph.” The leader, codenamed ‘Wolf Head’, spoke with confidence. “I’ll go scout their command center.”
“Wolf Head, that’s the position of the artillery brigade and the Artillery battalion ahead…”
“Doesn’t matter, we have to give it a try. Remember, whoever succeeds in battle should find a way to break through and bring back intelligence!”
“Yes!” Everyone replied softly.
“Finally… everyone is ready!” Wolf Head suddenly smirked with a hint of mischief. “Now, all of you, give a good warm stream into this creek as a tribute to our brothers in the Red Army below!”
Amidst a low chuckle, seven or eight big men clad in Camouflage Uniform collectively relieved themselves into the clear creek, enjoying one of life’s most satisfying moments.
Meanwhile, downstream, an unsuspecting Catering Team from a certain Red Army unit was using this very creek water to cook their meals…
After finishing their business, the special operations team dispersed once more, vanishing into the vast wilderness and jungle. ‘Wolf Head’ moved like a lone wolf, crouching and running towards the eastern forest. Upon reaching a thicket ahead, he suddenly crouched down and let out a sharp whistle. Instantly, countless plants in the forest rustled as if something had charged through them. Suddenly, with a loud crash, a Colossal Creature burst forth from the bushes, excitedly howling…
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