"Listen up, everyone!"
"This is not an ordinary exchange competition! This is a test by the military region headquarters of the training results achieved by all camps since their establishment!"
Lei Kuan paused for a moment, emphasizing each word.
"I forgot to tell you, from the moment you enter the camp, there will be a camp-to-camp confrontation every three months. This is an ironclad rule."
"Our Third Battalion and the Second Battalion must decide a winner. The winning side will receive more resources. As for the losing side..."
His gaze turned incredibly stern, scraping across everyone's face like a knife.
"In order to consolidate resources and weed out the weak, the military headquarters will... disband the failed camps on the spot! Everyone will be sent back to their original units and organizations! Do you understand?!"
Everyone was stunned by the harsh reality behind these words.
Should the camp be disbanded on the spot?
This is no longer a matter of winning or losing; it's a matter of life and death for the entire camp, and the future of each and every one of them! Being sent back to their original unit means they are losers, discarded, and this stain will follow them throughout their entire military career!
Just as everyone was in shock, a loud engine roar came from the entrance of the playground.
Everyone's attention was drawn to it.
Several brand-new "Jiefang" military trucks, billowing yellow smoke, drove in aggressively. Their green paint gleamed in the sunlight, exuding a sense of modernity.
The truck came to a smooth stop, and the tailgate opened with a clang.
Soldiers, dressed in uniforms completely different from those of their own No. 3 Battalion, filed out of the vehicles.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized as they jumped down from the two-meter-high carriage, landing almost silently, exuding a sharp and menacing aura.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
"My God... Look at their uniforms!" a male soldier couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.
It was a camouflage combat uniform they had never seen before. It wasn't the monotonous grass green of their own Battalion No. 3, but rather a combination of dark green, light green, brown, and black patches, making it look particularly suitable for concealment in the mountains and forests.
What made their eyes nearly pop out was that those people were wearing vests with magazines, water bottles, grenades, and other items hanging on them—everything was arranged perfectly.
Looking at themselves, their magazine pouches and grenade pouches hung crookedly on their belts, clanging as they ran. Compared to the others, they looked like a bunch of armed militiamen.
"And their guns! Look at their guns!" Gao Kai exclaimed.
All eyes were focused on the rifles in the hands of the soldiers of the Second Battalion.
The overall shape of the guns was similar to the Type 56 and Type 81 rifles they had, but they were clearly not the same model. The guns were shorter and more compact, and many of them had a dark cylindrical attachment on their guns, making them obviously not ordinary weapons.
Unlike the green-faced trainees of their own Battalion No. 3, these people looked like they had seen blood.
Is this Battalion Number Two?
That aura... is so strong!
A feeling of inferiority spread through all the trainees in Camp 3.
A tall, imposing major jumped off the lead vehicle; he was Han Feng, the chief instructor of Camp Two.
He gave Lei Kuan a simple salute, but his gaze swept contemptuously over the entire cadet formation of Battalion Three, a smirk playing on his lips.
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