Jiang Yan let out a deafening roar.

He quickly lay down, picked up the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, and placed it steadily on the sandbag.

His gaze was cold and focused, as if the entire noisy battlefield had disappeared, leaving only the crosshair and the moving enemy figures in his field of vision.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out.

Seventy meters away, a soldier from the Second Battalion, who was hesitating whether to turn around, suddenly had a blob of red paint burst out of his helmet and fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

Another shot.

A machine gunner who had just poked his head out was shot in the chest and collapsed.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Jiang Yan's marksmanship was on full display at this moment.

Unlike Su An, he didn't possess calculation abilities or abnormal precision that were ahead of his time. But he had honed muscle memory and a chillingly calm battlefield intuition.

Every shot was clean and precise.

Every time the trigger is pulled, an enemy is "killed".

He was like a pillar of strength, single-handedly tearing apart the chaotic formation of the Second Battalion!

The soldiers of Battalion No. 2 were already in disarray due to the bad news coming from their commander's walkie-talkie. Now, they were hit with such a precise and fierce counterattack, and their offensive collapsed instantly.

"Something's happened at headquarters!"

"Our headquarters has been attacked?!"

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

Panic is contagious.

The attacking force, which had been so aggressive just moments before, suddenly turned into headless flies. Jiang Yan and his dozen or so "suicide squad" launched a counterattack, catching them off guard and causing them to lose their armor and weapons, with more than a dozen men "dying" in the process.

Yuan Bao watched his soldiers retreating in disarray, then looked back towards his main camp in the distance, where the night sky seemed to be glowing red with firelight.

retreat?

Should we retreat now to fight the fire?

It's too late!

By the time they ran back to their base camp several kilometers away, it was too late!

That guy surnamed Jiang sent his most elite troops to raid my headquarters!

That means... he's just putting on a brave face by staying at the base camp, and their camp is absolutely empty!

He had been wary of their potential tricks and played relatively conservatively.

Now, what is there to worry about?! It's just a competition of who's faster and who can take down the opponent's command flag first!

Thinking of this, a hysterical light flashed in Yuan Bao's bloodshot eyes.

He grabbed a megaphone from the ground and, with all his might, roared across the entire battlefield:

"Stop the fucking retreating! Stop right there!"

"Listen up! Those bastards in Battalion Three have sent their men to raid our old base! Their headquarters is just an empty shell now!"

"The rules of the exercise are: destroying the enemy's base results in an immediate victory! We're going to race them!"

"Forget about our base! Whoever takes the enemy's flag first is the fucking winner!"

"Everyone! Charge! Charge!!"

Upon hearing Yuan Bao's order, the soldiers of the Second Battalion were stunned at first, and then their eyes turned red.

Having abandoned all worries about the rear, the remaining troops of the Second Battalion, incited by Yuan Bao, erupted with a do-or-die frenzy.

Yes! Brother Leopard is right!

It's too late to go back now, so we might as well go all the way down this path!

Our hometown is gone, and they can forget about having theirs either!

Let's see who dies first!

"Charge—!!! Beat that Jiang guy to the ground!"