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At the foot of the mountain, the white smoke from the simulated grenade explosion had not yet completely dissipated.

Lin Yun looked up at the figures charging forward.

Lei Xiong was at the very front.

That man, nearly two meters tall, looked like a real giant bear.

Each step made the ground tremble.

Every roar sent shivers down people's spines.

"Lei Xiong and his army..." Lin Yun said softly.

His tone was filled with admiration.

There are also calm analyses:

"Truly impressive."

Behind her, Zhang Liang, the mechanic of the Air Force squad, peeked out with half his head.

Eager to try:

"Captain, should we follow the army in the charge?"

Lin Yun did not answer immediately.

Her gaze swept over the sheer cliff.

Almost vertical.

There were at least a dozen snipers lying in ambush on the rock face.

Lei Xiong and his men charged fiercely.

But being fierce doesn't necessarily mean you can get to the top.

The marker missile could fall at any time.

They could "kill" anyone at any time.

Lin Yun spoke.

The voice was calm.

"The Air Force is our precious darling."

"The money spent training a pilot, especially an excellent one, can pile up into a mountain."

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment.

Lin Yun continued:

"Therefore, air force personnel cannot die casually."

"but--"

She paused:

"Even when you're about to die, you can't back down."

Zhang Liang nodded emphatically.

the other direction.

Jiang Xingchen was also watching Lei Xiong's charge.

The Rocket Force team members were all lying down beside him.

Not moving at all.

But his body could remain still; a Rocket Force soldier was so excited that his face turned red.

"Captain, that's so cool! Let's go!"

Jiang Xingchen did not move.

He continued to look up at Sheshan.

Watching Lei Xiong rush to the bottom of the rock wall and begin to climb upwards.

Watching Jin Sheng cling to the rock face like a gecko, moving quickly.

Looking at those—

People who are working hard.

"Captain?" Shen Mo exclaimed anxiously, "If we don't go now, it'll be too late!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xingchen sighed.

Then he turned his head.

He looked at Shen Mo.

Looking at this young Rocket Force soldier.

Look at the fire in his eyes.

"Have you seen the Rocket Force rushing to the front lines?" he asked.

Shen Mo was stunned.

"Never seen it before."

Jiang Xingchen nodded.

He pushed up his sunglasses.

Word by word:

"Because our Rocket Force is always either the first or the last to appear."

He paused.

The sound was even softer.

But every word is like a nail:

"Our 'rush' isn't done by relying on our legs."

"It's all about using your brain."

But there is another team, which has a completely different style.

Zhou Zhenhai squatted behind a large rock.

His eyes were fixed on Lei Xiong's back.

The figure grew farther and farther away, smaller and smaller.

They are rapidly climbing up the rock face.

Zhou Zhenhai's fist slowly clenched.

My knuckles turned white from gripping it so tightly.

"Brothers."

He spoke.

His voice was deep.

Like ocean waves rolling.

Behind him, the members of the naval squad all looked at him.

Zhou Zhenhai stood up.

His shadow stretched long in the sunlight.

"Even though this isn't at sea, it's on land."

He paused.

The voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"But can our navy lag behind our army?"

"Is it possible?!"

"cannot--!"

The team members' voices erupted simultaneously.

Like a cannonball.

Zhou Zhenhai grinned.

That smile had a salty, bittersweet quality, like that of someone soaked in seawater.

It has the cold, hard feel of a steel warship.

There is a kind of pride that only the navy understands, a pride that refuses to be second to anyone.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

He turned around.

Facing that sheer cliff.

Facing those—

People climbing upwards.

"Follow me—"

"Rush!"

Zhou Zhenhai was the first to rush out.

Behind him, naval personnel followed closely.

They did not launch attacks in a dispersed manner like the army.

Instead, they maintained a tight formation.

This is a naval practice.

On the landing craft.

During the beach assault.

We must maintain formation.

They were like arrows released from a bow.

It shot towards that cliff.

Shoot at those—

The snipers are waiting for them.

"The navy has moved."

Lin Yun watched the charging troops.

Looking at Zhou Zhenhai's reckless attitude...

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Zhou Zhenhai..." she said softly, "He's really crazy."

Zhang Liang asked softly from behind her:

"Captain, are we really not going to go?"

Lin Yun shook his head.

"Wait a little longer."

She looked up.

Look up at the top of the rock face.

Yao Shoude's figure could be vaguely seen there.

Waiting for that old fox.

That madman who threw the grenade.

that--

A real roadblock.

"Wait until he makes a mistake," Lin Yun said.

On the rock wall.

Yao Shoude lay prone behind a protruding rock.

He looked down at the charging crowd.

Looking at those—

What a fearless brat.

He smiled.

He laughed very loudly.

The laughter echoed between the rock walls.

"Good lads!" he murmured, "they've all charged in!"

He raised the gun in his hand.

That was a simulated sniper rifle.

It was loaded with marking rounds.

Through the scope, the crosshairs were pressed against an army soldier who was climbing.

His lips stretched even wider.

"Brothers—!!!"

he growled.

The sound was like thunder:

"beat--!!!"

The moment the words fell.

He was the first to pull the trigger.

"Bang--!!!"