Morning, 8:55.
Southeastern sector, rear area, headquarters of the 52nd Group Army.
On the small plaza in the barracks, more than three hundred soldiers from the Second Battalion were carrying little folding stools and taking their seats by platoon and squad according to their commanders' instructions.
The whole scene was busy yet orderly. The atmosphere, however, was extremely oppressive—not a single person was speaking.
"Fuck!"
Zhong Li took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed his eyes vigorously before putting them back on.
His eyes were bloodshot. Clearly, he had not slept well all night.
"Liu Jianjie!"
He pointed at the giant screen, which was showing a picture but producing no sound, his temper rising by the second.
"Move it! If you don't get it working soon, I'll make you scrub toilets for a month!"
Liu Jianjie was sweating profusely. He held a bundle of cables in his hands but had no idea where to plug them in.
"Battalion Commander, I really don't know how!"
Zhong Li was so furious he gnashed his teeth.
"You were in charge of the equipment! If I don't give you hell, who else am I supposed to blame?"
He was usually refined and mild-mannered, but what kind of day was this?
Zheng Ye was one of their battalion's men. After something like this had happened, everyone in the battalion was seething with anger.
They had all been counting on the Hundred-person battle today, hoping the military warriors would finally stand tall and give the bastards from the Training Camp a thorough beating.
But at the critical moment, the equipment had malfunctioned...
"Battalion Commander!"
Just then, a young soldier in training fatigues ran over.
"Little Li is back!"
Zhong Li's eyes lit up.
Little Li was one of the few technicians in the battalion. The brother