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The top of Sheshan Mountain.

The wind stopped.

The gunfire stopped.

The laughter gradually stopped.

The soldiers who were just celebrating were now gradually quieting down.

Because they saw Yao Shoude.

The garrison company commander, at some point, found himself standing on the highest rock at the top of the mountain.

He stood there, his gaze sweeping over everyone on the mountaintop.

He swept his gaze over the wounded soldiers.

His gaze swept over the garrison soldiers sitting on the ground.

Scanning these,

Those who just risked their lives to climb up here, and those who risked their lives to guard this place.

"You little brats," he said.

The sound wasn't loud.

But everyone heard it clearly.

"You think it's over?"

Everyone was stunned.

What does that mean?

The climb is over.

We reached the summit successfully.

The defending soldiers all jumped off the cliff.

What else?

Yao Shoude smiled when he saw the confusion on their faces.

That smile was strange.

It's not a feeling of relief.

Not satisfied.

It is a kind of—

The old fox watched the little rabbit laugh.

"I told you, I'm going to teach you one last lesson."

He paused:

"Now, let's begin class."

He raised the gun in his hand.

Facing the sky.

Pull the trigger.

"Bang--!!!"

The first shot rang out.

The people on the mountaintop looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Bang--!!!"

A second shot rang out.

Some people began to look around anxiously.

"Bang--!!!"

The third shot rang out.

Almost at the instant the third shot rang out—

On the cliffs of Sheshan.

Those places that everyone originally thought were uninhabited or impossible to hide in.

It suddenly moved.

A person stands up from behind what appears to be an ordinary rock.

A person emerged from a crevice in the rock.

A person crawled out from a clump of bushes.

Half of his body peeked out from behind a protruding rock wall.

A gun protrudes from a suspended depression.

One, two, ten—

They were fully armed.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at everyone on the mountaintop.

At the mountaintop, all was deathly silent.

Lei Xiong's eyes widened suddenly.

Zhou Zhenhai's hand froze in mid-air.

Jin Sheng's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

Li Huai's glasses almost fell off again.

Lin Yun stood still, motionless.

But her pupils contracted sharply.

Those elite soldiers who were just celebrating.

Those elite soldiers who had just thought they had won.

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

A garrison soldier emerged from a crevice in the rocks and dusted himself off.

grinning:

"You little rascals, didn't expect that, did you?"

A garrison soldier who had crawled out of the bushes stretched his stiff neck:

"I've been lying here for three hours, not moving at all, just waiting for this moment."

The soldier who stood up from behind the rock laughed the loudest:

"Hahaha--!!!"

"You think you've won?"

"The grandfathers haven't even made a move yet!"

Another garrison soldier peeked out from behind a protruding rock face.

His position was extremely tricky.

Below is a cliff.

That's the mountaintop.

He was right in the middle.

One shot can take out a whole area.

He shouted with a laugh:

"Brothers—!!!"

"I've been watching you guys from up there for ages—!!!"

"You guys are having a blast climbing, huh?!"

"I've been holding back from firing, my bladder's about to burst!!!"

An older garrison soldier crawled out of a hollow where it would be nearly impossible to hide.

He stretched his muscles and bones.

The bones were making a "crackling" sound.

"Getting old and still having to play this kind of stealth game."

He looked at the elite soldiers on the mountaintop:

"Little rascals, haven't you spotted your grandpas yet?"

"Grandpa hid right under your noses for a whole day."

A young garrison soldier emerged from a crevice in the rocks.

His face was cut by the rocks.

Half of it was covered in blood.

But he was smiling very happily:

"The squad leader said that whoever gets caught is fired."

"I've been holding in my pee, my farts, and my coughs, and I've managed to hold it in until now."

"Worth it—!!!"

A sniper rises from the shadow of a boulder.

He held the gun and didn't move.

Now, he moved.

Just stand up.

The gun barrel was aimed at the mountaintop.

He didn't say anything.

Just laugh.

But that laugh was more frightening than anything else.

On the mountaintop.

Those elite soldiers finally came to their senses.

Lei Xiong's fists clenched so tightly they made a cracking sound.

But he didn't move.

Because those dozens of dark gun barrels were pointed directly at him.

Zhou Zhenhai gritted his teeth.

But he didn't move.

Jin Sheng cursed:

"Holy shit..."

But he just cursed.

It didn't move.

No one moved.

Because they know—

If this were a real battlefield.

They are dead.

Yao Shoude stood at the highest point.

Looking at those stunned soldiers.

Looking at the guards who emerged from the cliff.

Watching this scene—

His meticulously prepared "last lesson".

He spoke.

The voice was loud and clear.

Like a thunderclap.

picture--

Split the thunder in everyone's heart:

"This is the last lesson we will teach you!"

He paused.

A gaze as sharp as a knife:

"On a real battlefield—"

"The whistle never ends!"

"There isn't even a concept of winning or losing, victory or defeat!"

"only--"

He spoke each word clearly:

"born!"

"and!"

"die!"

His voice echoed on the mountaintop.

It struck a chord in everyone's heart.

"You were laughing just now."

"They're cheering."

"Celebrating the victory."

He sneered:

"But have you ever thought about this—"

"If this were a real battlefield."

"If I really want to kill you all."

"Just when you were laughing the loudest—"

"You are already dead."

At the mountaintop, all was deathly silent.

Yao Shoude continued:

"Now, you must change your mindset."

"You think this is a competition."

"You think that winning will take you to 1937."

"You think it's over once you climb up?"

He shook his head:

"Wrong."

"Completely wrong."

His voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"Where are you going—"

"It's not a competition!"

"No matches!"

"It's impossible to relax!"

"We must not treat this lightly!"

He pointed eastward.

Pointing in the direction of 1937:

There are no referees there.

There are no rules there.

"There, no one can get back up after being 'killed'."

"There, only—"

"Dead is dead."

He looked into the eyes of those elite soldiers.

Looking at Lei Xiong.

Looking at Zhou Zhenhai.

Looking at Lin Yun.

Looking at each and every one of them:

"To survive in 1937—"

"I want to bring your brothers to safety—"

"I want to come back alive and see your parents, wives, and children—"

He took a deep breath:

"There is only one criterion."

He raised his gun.

They aimed at the garrison soldiers who emerged from the cliff face.

Aim at those dark gun muzzles.

Word by word:

"enemy--"

"Leave no one alive!"