Although it has a rudimentary structure and looks like it was made using primitive methods, it is indeed a grenade launcher.
This means that the enemy has an area-effect capability that conventional infantry squads do not possess.
While the cadets in Battalion 3 were still playing point-to-point shooting, others had already started playing "area attacks".
This is not a difference in equipment.
This is a generational gap in tactical thinking.
A strong sense of foreboding arose in her heart.
This exercise is probably much more difficult than anyone imagined.
This is not a fair contest at all.
Han Feng said a few more polite words, such as "I hope everyone will stop here" and "Friendship first, competition second," and then led his men, guided by the instructors of Battalion No. 3, to the temporary barracks to rest.
The sound of their synchronized footsteps, treading on the yellow earth, seemed to tread on the hearts of every student in the Third Battalion.
Lei Kuan turned around with a gloomy face, facing his silent and demoralized soldiers.
His sharp gaze swept across the entire room, and finally, he uttered only one sentence.
"Disband! Go back and think carefully about how to fight tomorrow!"
The crowd dispersed with a roar.
But unlike the usual noisy disbandments.
Everyone wore expressions of humiliation and unease as they walked back in twos and threes, the atmosphere extremely oppressive.
Dark clouds loomed over the entire No. 3 Battalion.
"It's over... how are we supposed to compete now?"
"Their guns are better than ours, and they're dressed more professionally. They're not even in the same league as us."
"I just heard it. The instructor said that the losing camp has to disband on the spot... Does that mean we're doomed?"
"Where would they go after being disbanded? Back to their original unit? That would be incredibly humiliating, they'd never be able to hold their heads up again..."
Desperate whispers spread like a plague among the crowd.
Chen Xiaocao stayed close to Su An.
"Su An, what... what do we do? They're so powerful, their equipment is so good... how can we compete?"
Her words echoed the sentiments of all the trainees in Battalion No. 3.
Su An stopped in her tracks, her eyes still fixed on the direction where Battalion No. 2 had disappeared, her gaze deep and unfathomable.
She did not answer Chen Xiaocao's question immediately.
The air around them seemed to freeze, leaving only the suppressed breathing and whispers of the trainees.
Just when Chen Xiaocao thought Su An was also helpless, Su An suddenly turned around, said nothing, and strode back the way he came.
Her silhouette was stretched long in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Her slender figure stood out from the dejected crowd, yet it exuded an indescribable determination.
"Su An, where are you going?" Chen Xiaocao was stunned and called out subconsciously.
Su An didn't stop walking, but just tossed a sentence over from afar.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a bullet, precisely shattering the surrounding gloom and despair.
"Go to the gun workshop."
Chen Xiaocao was even more confused and pressed, "Why go back?"
This time, Su An's voice carried a hint of cold sharpness.
"Finish what you weren't doing earlier."
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