The exercise site was near Zhangbei, with plains, mountains, and hills—a varied terrain.
The Red side was T Division. The Blue side was also an armored division, but its simulated weapons and equipment were a tier above even those of the United States, and it had somewhat more troops as well.
To test the combat capability of frontline field forces like these, it had to be done this way. Otherwise, nothing much could be seen.
In terms of equipment, military strength, and the soldiers' combat proficiency, an ordinary Type B infantry regiment was not qualified to contend with the 702nd Regiment. They simply were not opponents on the same level.
By noon, the unit arrived at its designated position: a sparse woodland.
But there was no time for lunch. They hurried to build fortifications, arrange cover, and set up camouflage tarps painted in woodland patterns.
They were the weaker side. The scheduled start time had not yet arrived, but all kinds of electronic reconnaissance had already been deployed in advance. The other side could even mobilize satellites. Even though Wang Yan and the others were a reconnaissance company, the regiment's feelers, they could not act rashly in a modern war.
Once exposed, they would be greeted by an artillery barrage sweeping the ground clean.
After all that frantic work, the men of Seventh Company finally got a chance to rest, each eating military rations with relatively varied flavors.
"Squad leader, you've been in the army the longest. Were exercises always like this before? There isn't even a damn shadow of a person around." Bai Tiejun began his usual grumbling.
Wu Liuyi tossed a pebble at him. "It hasn't even started yet. What are you yelling about?"
Shi Jin smiled. "Actually, even once the fighting starts, it's not that easy to