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I extended my hand, and Pudding suddenly landed on my arm. I said to Pudding, "Now it's your turn. Lead us to the Red Army! Go! Head towards where there are people!" With a shake of my arm, Pudding flapped its wings and flew up, diving into the mist.
The people around me looked at me in confusion, especially Glasses, whose gaze was filled with mockery and disdain. I pretended not to notice. I believed that Pudding would soon make a discovery; crows have excellent vision and sense of smell, and it would surely find the Red Army. So, all I had to do was follow it.
Yes, that's right! Just follow Pudding! It has a peculiar ability; for some reason, it is always interested in the personnel and equipment of the troops. Perhaps it likes the color green, or maybe it was a warrior in its past life! The fact that it stayed with us might be due to this quirk. Therefore, following Pudding would definitely lead us to the Red Army. While we were still undetected, we could quickly advance and prepare to attack Unintentional, catching them off guard.
After a while, I heard the sound of cawing from above—Pudding was back! It circled above us at a much faster speed, seemingly eager to share its findings.
Seeing this, I shouted, "Everyone, prepare for battle! Let's move!" With a wave of my hand, I pulled Glasses onto the first truck and instructed the driver to start the engine and head in Pudding's direction.
Strangely enough, as soon as our vehicle started moving, Pudding turned and dashed off in another direction. The driver quickly accelerated to follow it. Fortunately, the mist had thinned out a bit at that moment, and Pudding wasn't flying too fast. We sped along behind Pudding.
The convoy moved swiftly; in less than ten minutes, Pudding landed on the hood of the truck while cawing loudly. At that moment, I noticed shadows of people ahead.
The vehicle slowed down as a fully armed squad of Red Army Soldiers appeared before us. They also spotted our convoy, and one of them waved for us to stop.
I estimated there were more than ten of them. Opening fire now would only expose us; it would be best if we could take them down quietly. So I instructed the driver to slow down and stop while I turned back through the rear window to shout at those standing in the truck bed, "When we stop, get out and prepare for battle. Jinghe, grab my walkie-talkie and tell those behind to keep their distance for now. Those in Red Army uniforms follow me!"
I patted Glasses on the shoulder. "As a leader from headquarters, it's your time to shine!"
"Me?!" Glasses looked quite surprised.
"Yes! Right now you are a senior intelligence officer of the Red Army; you have the latest information on Blue Army forces. We are here to escort you to report to headquarters."
"You want me to deceive them?! I... I can't do that! What should I do?" Glasses was starting to panic.
At that moment, the truck had slowly come to a stop, and the Red Army soldiers had surrounded us while our comrades jumped off the truck one after another. Time was of the essence; I looked into Glasses' eyes and said firmly, "You are you! Believe in yourself; show some authority like a leader from military headquarters—just like when you reported to our Base yesterday! Now we’re getting off; I’ll be your Guard Platoon Leader!"
I finished speaking and, without waiting for a response, jumped out of the car. As soon as I got out, I pretended to respectfully open the door, ready to assist Glasses. When Glasses staggered down, I shouted loudly, "Leader, watch out!" completely ignoring the approaching Red Army soldiers.
Perhaps my act had confused them; the dozen or so Red Army soldiers nearby looked bewildered. The one leading them was a First Sergeant, who hesitated upon seeing the situation. "Which unit are you from?" he asked.
I didn’t answer immediately but focused on helping Glasses steady himself. He was still trembling slightly, clearly nervous, but he quickly regained his composure. "Who is in charge here?!" he asked with a frown, his voice shaking a bit.
"Who are you?!" The squad leader looked even more puzzled when he noticed that Glasses had no rank insignia.
"Huh?! What’s going on? What’s happening here?!" Glasses started to take charge. He glanced at me and then at the Red Army squad leader, especially noting the Non-Commissioned Officer Rank on his shoulder.
I had to admit that Glasses was quite good at pretending. Unable to figure out our intentions, the Red Sergeant instinctively took a step back and timidly said, "Leader, we have orders to block this road; there are command vehicles passing through behind us."
Command vehicles? This was exactly what I had been looking for! I shot a look at Glasses, signaling him to quickly shake off these soldiers so we could push through together.
"I’m from the Intelligence Department; there’s an urgent situation that needs reporting to command. You must clear the way immediately!" Glasses wasn’t foolish; he understood my intent clearly.
"But we can’t let anyone near the command vehicles..." the Red Army squad leader replied.
"Squad Leader! I’m the Leader of the Guard Platoon! Delaying like this could lead to responsibility if something happens to our Fighter Jets! You must understand that there are still enemy remnants in this area!" I said sternly.
"Ah!" The Red Army squad leader was startled and murmured, "We have only a few people responsible for patrolling a couple of kilometers here. With this thick fog, we really wouldn’t be able to stop any enemies if they came; I need to report this." He reached for his radio.
At that moment, all my Brothers surrounded us from both sides of the truck. Realizing there was only this group of soldiers nearby eased my mind. I shouted loudly, "Make your move!" At the same time, I raised my 95 rifle, clicked off the safety with a swift motion, and made a sweeping gesture. "Bang bang bang! You’re all done for!"
Glasses stepped back two paces and adjusted his glasses on his nose. "You fell into our trap! We are the remaining Blue Army!"
The class leader across from me stood there, stunned, while a few soldiers still hadn’t reacted. My brothers had already rushed in to start tying people up. One soldier, still resisting, shouted, “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t shoot? How come I’m out of the game? This isn’t how the drill works!”
I grinned as I removed the bayonet from my Type 95 rifle and walked over, plunging it into the ground right in front of his face. “You can’t tell friend from foe, and you’ve fallen for our trap. Whether we shoot or not is irrelevant now. If it weren’t for the drill, do you think you’d still be able to talk?”
The soldier shivered and fell silent. I pulled out the bayonet and shouted, “Old rules apply! Once tied up, send them to the last vehicle! Strip them of their clothes! Those who change into Red Army uniforms move to the front of the truck!”
“Company Commander! Are we taking all their gear?” Wu Chao asked foolishly.
“Strip them! Take everything! Keep moving! We’re going to take down the enemy command!” I barked. “Oh!” A cheer erupted. Surprisingly, this time we had caught so many that even Sheng Xiong barely had a Red Army Camouflage Uniform that fit.
Once again on the truck, we communicated with a few vehicles behind us. When everyone learned that the Red Army Exercise Command Center vehicles were passing through ahead, everyone got ready for battle. We lined up and charged forward with determination.
After rushing over a hundred meters, I indeed heard the sound of vehicles. I tightened my grip on the walkie-talkie in excitement. The noise grew louder! I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous; was it time to create a miracle!?
Just then, suddenly coming into view was a camouflaged Iveco vehicle slowly moving in front of me.
I heard Xuanhua’s voice from behind, “Machine guns ready!”
I was startled and grabbed the walkie-talkie, shouting frantically, “Don’t fire! Don’t fire! That’s an observation vehicle from the Control Group! Everyone stop!”
Indeed, the Iveco had a large character for “Guide” affixed to its side; it was an observation team sent by the Control Group accompanying the Red Army. It was moving so slowly because it was observing and recording everything along the way. If I guessed correctly, there must be recording equipment on board that could relay battlefield information back to Drill headquarters at any moment.
At that moment, it was clear that the observation vehicle had also spotted us; it stopped, and the window rolled down as people inside looked at us curiously.
I was also taken aback. Wasn’t there supposed to be a command vehicle? How did it turn into a Control Group vehicle as we approached?
The driver had already stopped the car when I called out. I hurriedly jumped out and stood awkwardly in front of the vehicle, debating whether to go over and greet them. However, according to the Drill rules, the Control Group was essentially invisible; we were not supposed to communicate.
But just like that, I was supposed to leave? Where was I supposed to go? I felt a bit lost.
At that moment, a Jeep came racing from behind an Iveco. Perhaps the people inside were too rushed to notice the formation of tanks and trucks, but upon seeing me, the vehicle slowed down. Someone leaned out of the window and shouted, "Which unit are you from?! What are you doing in the Control Group?! Get out of the way!"
I couldn't help but laugh; it was just my luck to encounter someone so oblivious. Acting flustered, I stepped aside as the Jeep screeched to a halt next to the Control Group vehicle. A Captain jumped out from the Jeep, looking down at me with arrogance. "Why aren't you heading to the front lines? If you're late, you won't even get a bone to chew on!"
As he passed by Sheng Xiong, he glanced at the armband that read "Police Duty" and seemed to have an epiphany. "Oh, so you're security! Hmph! What are you doing here?! There are no enemy troops left!"
He attempted to maneuver around the front of the vehicle towards the Iveco. Just as he turned his back, I shouted at Sheng Xiong, "Take out the driver!" At the same time, I drew my Bayonet and lunged forward, suddenly wrapping my arm around his neck while pressing the blade against his throat.
"What do you want?! Are you from the Blue Army?!" he asked in panic.
"Not too dumb after all. The Blue Army is still here! You've already been taken out! The Control Group is watching; you know the rules." I released him and tucked my dagger away before starting to strip off his clothes.
(To be continued; more exciting developments tomorrow!)
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