The Annual Drill! (I)

As a 24-hour rapid response force, the Iron Fist Regiment's reaction speed was astonishing when the alarm rang!

They immediately started moving. Infantry vehicles, tanks, and assault helicopters arrived at the exercise site first. The engineering division followed closely behind, responsible for paving roads and bridges along the way to ensure that the main force was fast and smooth. The infantry division also began to assemble.

At the Sharpshooter 4th Division station, Old Hei was fully armed. He shouted at the soldiers running out of the dormitory building,

"Emergency assembly! Hurry up! What are you dilly-dallying for? Hurry and go, go, go!!"

Ta, Ta, Ta... Amidst the dense footsteps, the fully armed soldiers quickly gathered. As the elites of the Iron Fist Regiment, they had obviously participated in this kind of practice more than once. They had long adapted to this super fast pace.

The eyes of every soldier in the 4th Division were filled with excitement. They gripped the steel spears in their hands tightly, and the blood seemed to be burning in their veins!

It was very difficult for soldiers of the current generation to participate in real wars. Other than training, they still had to train every day. It was boring. Who wouldn't want to fight a real war?

Practice for battle? Look no further! This is the purpose of our army. How can we increase the combat effectiveness of our army in times of peace? A drill was the best choice! Through all kinds of infinitely close exercises, they could effectively test and maintain the strength of the army.

Very soon, all divisions had assembled.

When they were counting the people, Old Hei was shocked to find that the first row and the kitchen team were missing one person each. After asking, he found out that Lin Shu and Li Erniu had not arrived!

"What the hell? If it's Li Erniu who came late, it's still fine. But Lin Shu? At this critical moment? He's the best sniper we have!"

Lin Shu was usually very punctual. What was up with him today? What was that kid doing?

Old Hei was a little anxious. The annual military exercise was a rare opportunity for new recruits to train, and it was also a rare time for them to show off. If they missed it, they would have to wait for next year. With Lin Shu's ability, if he could perform well in this military exercise, it would undoubtedly be a colorful stroke for his military career.

At the same time…

Gong Jian walked out of the dormitory with a gun on his back. He asked Old Hei, "Is everyone here?"

"Instructor, one person is missing from the first row and the kitchen team. It's Lin Shu and Li Erniu..." Old Hei quickly reported.

Gong Jian's face changed. He turned to Old Hei and asked loudly, "Where are they?"

"Li Erniu said that he went to the 6th Division to see his comrades. He hasn't returned yet. As for Lin Shu, I don't know where he went… Instructor, I'll go find him immediately!"

Old Hei was about to recruit people to look for Lin Shun. But Gong Jian stopped him.

"Come back! It's too late. It's the annual military exercise. It's not a joke to screw up! Let's go!"

Old Hei hesitated. "But Instructor, Lin Shu should have heard the alarm. He's probably on his way. Why don't we wait a few minutes?"

Once they set off, it would be difficult for Lin Shu to catch up to them!

The scale of this drill area was very large. The entire Southeast Military Region was involved, including the Wolf Fang Special Combat Brigade.

"Cut the crap. Military orders are like immovable mountains. Let's go!!"

Gong Jian gave the order without any hesitation. He was also very frustrated. It did not matter whether Li Erniu could be found or not. After all, he was a cook. He won't be much of use whether he went to the battlefield or not. However, Lin Shu was different. He was the best sniper in the entire division. Gong Jian had originally hoped that he would use this opportunity to show his skills in the exercise and fight against the special forces of the Blue Army!

But there was no other way!

A drill was treated like a real battle, and what was the most important thing on the battlefield? Speed!

Especially the in the Sharpshooter 4th Division. They were the elites of the entire regiment and the ace. They were pressed for time and carried heavy missions. They had to enter the battlefield quickly. If they delayed the opportunity, Commander Kang would probably cut off their heads!

"Yes, sir!" Old Hei had no choice but to carry out the order. Lin Shu, oh Lin Shu, you've gone too far this time. After the drill is over, the instructor will probably skin you alive! After all, if this was a real battlefield, Lin Shu would most likely be labeled as a deserter.

"Everyone! Get in the trucks and set off!"

With Old Hei's order, the entire division quickly set off and followed the rest of the troops to the drill site.

However, as soon as they left, Lin Shu arrived in a hurry. Looking at the empty division station, he couldn't help but curse.

"F*ck!"

He quickly rushed into the dormitory and changed into his weapons and equipment. "I have no choice but to follow the tracks. Damn system, you f*cking screwed me!!"

Who knew that the side effect of the Marrow Cleansing Pill was diarrhea?!

He didn't want to miss the annual military exercise, so he naturally wouldn't stay in his dormitory and resign himself to fate.

But the problem now was that Lin Shu didn't know where the drill site was or how far it was from here. Even if he followed the tracks and chased after them, he might not be able to arrive at the right area, let alone find his group. It was not realistic either. If he were to show up later, it would be easy to be accused as a spy for the Blues. Even if he could prove his identity, he would be in a lot of trouble.

... He could only take it one step at a time.

Lin Shu was running at full speed while thinking about countermeasures. Suddenly, his ears picked up some noise and he heard a helpless and miserable cry,

"Four in a row! Four in a row!"

Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw a recruit wearing the same rank as him on the open grass. He held a helmet in his left hand and a gun in his right hand as he ran forward.

In his haste, he stumbled and fell to the ground. He crawled up in a sorry state and looked left and right. His accent was still thick when he shouted,