Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Soon, the entire 77th Regiment's position was bustling with activity, working quickly and intensely.

The news that the Blue Army's actions of infiltrating ahead of time, destroying the camouflage line, and poisoning the water source were not in violation of regulations, and that the exercise would continue, spread like wildfire throughout the entire regiment.

The original water-fetching team didn't even return to their camp; they continued searching for a new water source. Yesterday, they found only this one very suitable water source within a kilometer.

I had planned to set up sentries to guard the water supply when we fetched water before the exercise started at six o'clock this morning, but now there are none left and the water source is unusable.

Waiting alone for the water tanker is not advisable. If it doesn't arrive in time and the soldiers don't have enough water, they won't be able to fight and will simply lose their fighting ability.

According to field regulations, the safest and most stable water source is within one kilometer. Now they can only expand the search area for water sources to one to two kilometers, which is barely usable.

If no water source is found within a one to two kilometer radius, continue the search while boarding water tankers, or capture the Blue Army's 034 hill and move the command post forward.

Soldiers cannot go too far to fetch water during combat. The cooks must use water nearby for cooking, washing, and equipment cooling. Water sources must be pre-planned near the location of the command post.

Within a range of more than two kilometers, water tankers and water collection teams are too easily ambushed, making it impossible to guarantee water supply. Moreover, once ambushed, the most typical tactic is to besiege the point and attack reinforcements.

Moreover, due to the presence of our own people, we cannot use artillery fire to cover them.

All the soldiers on the 77th Regiment's position were filled with righteous indignation, and the entire position erupted in chaos.

"Damn it, this is outrageous!"

"What kind of exercise is this? This is pure blatant cheating!"

"What's all the noise about? Get your act together, we're going to really go at them later, give them a good beating."

"Yes, platoon leader."

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On the front lines, the soldiers cursed as they worked, while the company commanders comforted and encouraged them, transforming their pent-up energy into fighting spirit.

Amidst the grumbling and cursing, the entire group was seething with anger, and everyone sped up as fast as they could.

The cooks were the first to get moving, putting hot steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and hot water in basins, and each squad ran to collect them.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly! Five minutes! Finish them all and get them into position within five minutes!"

The squad leaders were shouting at the top of their lungs, while the soldiers stuffed their mess kits into their mouths in a few bites, barely chewing properly. They'd just gulp down a couple of mouthfuls of hot water and call it a day; some didn't even bother drinking water.

Some soldiers started checking their equipment while chewing on steamed buns.

No one chatted idly, no one dawdled, everyone was faster than the last.

Five minutes later, the whistle blew precisely on time, and everyone stood up and rushed to their battle positions.

The sound of bullets being chambered echoed through the trenches of the infantry company.

The squad leaders' voices rang out repeatedly: "Sharpen your guns! Keep your sights on! If the Blue Team dares to show their faces, fire them down!"

The soldiers fastened their helmets, their eyes filled with a fierce determination to never give up.

Figures moved about in the trenches, light and heavy machine gunners moved forward, rocket launcher operators took their positions, and skirmishers spread out in layers, waiting for the bugle call to charge.

Heavy machine guns and general-purpose machine guns were all set up securely, their tripods firmly secured, and the ammunition belts neatly arranged.

The gunner lay motionless on the ground while his assistant quickly loaded the bullets and checked the barrel.

The machine gun company commander's voice was like a firecracker: "Smother the breach! And fire on the Blue Army like crazy!"

The mortar company quickly constructed firing positions on the pre-selected sites.

Measure the distance, determine the parameters, set up the cannon, and sort the shells.

Just as Zhang Anbang and his team had predicted, no one noticed the plastic explosives tightly attached to the underside of the seat.

"Target: Blue Army forward position, fully equipped with explosives!"

The gunner crouched down to support the cannon, while his assistant squatted beside him, arranging the shells one by one and screwing on the fuses.

Without any unnecessary movements, each action was swift and decisive. They were holding back their anger, waiting only for the order to fire, at which point the six 100mm mortars would rapidly unleash a barrage of shells.

The artillery battalion's position was the most somber and menacing.

All three companies of howitzers were in position, muzzles raised high, frames stable.

The 18 dark cannon muzzles gleamed coldly in the morning light; just one glance was enough to imagine how astonishing its power was.

The aiming hand keeps a close eye on the steering wheel, quickly sets the firing parameters, the loader stands on the side of the gun, and the fuse room and ammunition depot are all on standby.

The gunner stood upright on the outside of the gun shield, staring intently ahead.

"Parameters set! Ready to fire!"

The most insane unit was the communications unit.

Led by the communications company commander Ruan Huasheng, the entire wired platoon of 35 men was divided into 18 groups, working in pairs to quickly check the wires.

We used all four troubleshooting methods together: meter reading, segmentation, manual touch, and shouting.

Ruan Huasheng's voice rang out from time to time: "Quick, quick, find the fault, re-lay it immediately, keep watch along the way, if the Blue Army comes again, just hold them off."

The cable handlers were practically running around like shadows, frantically laying cables with their cable carts on their backs, endlessly repeating the cycle of cutting, connecting, stringing, and retesting.

Even though it was still quite cold at the end of February, their clothes were soaked with sweat and their hands were chafed, but no one complained. This was their duty.

They knew very well that this line connected all their troops; if the line was lost, command would be broken, and half the battle would be lost.

The scouts also went forward to scout, crawling, hiding, observing, and marking the terrain.

"The Blue Team's movements are unclear; be careful with camouflage and observe closely!"

As the eyes and ears of the entire regiment, they were at the forefront of the position, tasked with finding enemy coordinates and transmitting them back to the command post.

There wasn't a single idle person in the entire regiment. From the regimental commander to the privates, from the combat squads to the cook squads, everyone was running at the same pace.

No one mentions the process, procedures, rules, or fair competition anymore.

Everyone was waiting for six o'clock, when the signal flare would be launched on time, and then their pent-up frustration and anger would be released with their shells and bullets, covering Hill 034.

At 5:50, all units of the 77th Regiment were in place.

Infantrymen moved into the trenches, machine gunners took positions, mortars aimed, howitzers were ready to fire, communications were established, the cooks retreated to their hiding places, medics carried their first-aid kits, and everyone was fully prepared for battle.

"Artillery battalion in position."

"Reconnaissance company in position."

"The 1st Infantry Battalion is in position."

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Reports quickly reached the regimental command.

Looking at the soldiers on the position, Battalion Commander Liang Xi could clearly feel their anger.

Like molten lava blocked by rocks, it will burst forth with a roar when the time is right, crushing everything in its path.

"Old Zhou, just you wait and see. The suppressed fire will erupt even more fiercely the moment it does."

Zhou Junlin nodded. "Haha, Lao Liang, you're right. If they dare to play dirty tricks against our 77th Regiment, then they'll have to wait for our wrath."