After lunch, the group drove to a jungle designated for special training. It was an exclusive training ground for the Nanjing Military Region, inaccessible to others. They arrived at 12:30 p.m.

In truth, fighting here put the Seal Special Team at a slight disadvantage. This was the Thunderhawk Special Forces’ home turf, and they knew the terrain intimately. However, there was no such thing as absolute fairness in this world; something close enough would have to suffice. Besides, the members of the Seal Special Team were certain they would win this time. They believed they would be victorious regardless of the terrain.

After getting out of the vehicles, Zhang Guodong and Yang Wucheng each joined their respective teams.

“The rules are the same as always,” Zhang Guodong stated calmly, looking at the Seal Special Team and the Thunderhawk Special Forces. “You have a two-hour time limit. Whichever side breaches the other’s base first is the winner. Is that clear?”

Hearing this, both special forces teams nodded and shouted their acknowledgment. This wasn’t their first or second competition, so they were all familiar with the rules.

After a glance at his watch, Zhang Guodong said with a smile, “Alright, let’s get started. The match will begin with a gunshot in half an hour.”

At Zhang Guodong’s command, both teams started to move out. Lin Kuang, Yang Wucheng, and the members of the Seal Special Team quickly departed, carrying their weapons and electronic equipment. Of course, Lin Kuang wasn’t participating in the battle; he was only there to observe. Finding a dense patch of jungle, the Seal Special Team began setting up various electronic devices, which would serve as their temporary command post. On the computer screen, nine red dots representing their team members were clearly clustered together. The enemy’s positions were not visible; if they were, this kind of battle would be meaningless.

Just then, a gunshot suddenly echoed through the jungle, loud enough for everyone to hear. Hearing the shot, Yang Wucheng’s gaze involuntarily fell upon Zhang Tianyou and his team.

“Alright, soldiers, it’s time to move out,” Yang Wucheng said with a confident smile, looking at Zhang Tianyou and the other eight members. “Good luck. I’ll be waiting for you to return victorious!”

“Yes, Commander! We will be victorious!” the nine of them shouted in unison. “Commander, Instructor, we’re heading out.”

With that, they quickly departed, disappearing from Lin Kuang’s and Yang Wucheng’s sight.

“What do you think? Will these kids win?” Yang Wucheng asked with a smile, glancing at Lin Kuang.

“What do *you* think?” Lin Kuang countered with a grin.

“You sly brat, always playing games with me,” Yang Wucheng said, looking at Lin Kuang earnestly. “I think we’ll win. I’ve never seen these nine kids so confident. This time, I truly believe they can achieve victory.”

Lin Kuang nodded. “Yes, I believe in them too. I’m sure they’ll win,” he said to Yang Wucheng with great confidence.

“That’s good to hear. It looks like we’re going to win this time,” Yang Wucheng said with a laugh.

“I think so,” Lin Kuang replied with a shrug and a smile.

Meanwhile, Zhang Tianyou, Sun Lei, Li Liang, Dong Jia, Hu Yang, Wei Jialin, Zhou Shuang, Wang Hong, and Chen Hai advanced in a fan-shaped formation, their gazes turning incredibly sharp. Like eagles with their piercing eyes, they scanned their surroundings intently for any sign of change, ready to face an enemy at a moment’s notice.

At the same time, the members of the Thunderhawk Special Forces formed a single-file line, with Kang Cheng in the lead and Song Tao at the rear. They advanced with caution. Having witnessed the Seal Special Team’s strength, they didn’t dare to advance recklessly. Only by exercising extreme caution could they hope to win this jungle team battle.

The two teams were a full kilometer apart, but that distance was rapidly shrinking. As time passed, the squads drew closer and closer, until less than three hundred meters separated them. At this range, the members of both teams grew even more cautious. Their instincts screamed that the enemy was near.

Suddenly, an unexpected gunshot cracked through the air!

Hearing the shot, the members of both the Seal Special Team and the Thunderhawk Special Forces froze. They were all certain that none of them had fired.

“Captain… save… save me…” Wen Jianchao’s weak, urgent voice came through the comms.

Hearing this, Kang Cheng’s expression changed drastically, and he whipped around. He saw Wen Jianchao, the man behind him, clutching a gunshot wound to his chest. The critical detail was that the front of his uniform was soaked with blood. It was obvious the enemy was using live ammunition, not the paintball rounds meant for the exercise!

“Get down! Everyone, get down!” Kang Cheng roared.

The Thunderhawk operators hesitated for a split second, but their veteran instincts took over, and they all hit the dirt. Simultaneously, a spray of bullets whizzed just over their heads, splintering bark from the trees. Seeing this, the color drained from Kang Cheng’s face once more.

He bellowed into his comms, his voice shockingly loud with rage, “Captain Zhang, this isn’t an exercise! It’s an enemy attack! They’re using live rounds, I repeat, live rounds! We have one man injured! This is an enemy attack!”

The Seal Special Team wasn’t far from Kang Cheng’s position. Hearing his frantic warning, the expressions on Zhang Tianyou and his eight teammates changed drastically.

“Quick, get down!” Zhang Tianyou ordered immediately. The entire Seal Special Team dropped to the ground.

Zhang Tianyou shouted into his headset, his voice thick with urgency, “Commander, be careful! This is not an exercise, it’s an enemy attack! Thunderhawk has taken casualties! The enemy is armed with live ammunition—we’re in grave danger!”

Zhang Tianyou didn’t know who the enemy’s target was, but if it was Yang Wucheng, the situation would be catastrophic.

Back at the command post, Lin Kuang and Yang Wucheng heard Zhang Tianyou’s words clearly, and their faces went pale. The moment the first shot rang out, Lin Kuang had felt something was wrong. After all, a gun firing live rounds sounded completely different from one firing paintballs. He had dismissed it as his imagination, but now, hearing Zhang Tianyou’s report, Lin Kuang knew it was no illusion. It was real. This was an enemy attack.

“Uncle Yang, get down!” Lin Kuang said urgently, simultaneously pulling two Desert Eagles from the small of his back. These pistols were his constant companions; he carried them with him every day.

Yang Wucheng quickly dropped to the ground. His face was pale, but his eyes glinted with a fierce light.

Tossing one of the Desert Eagles to Yang Wucheng, Lin Kuang spoke gravely, his eyes flashing with cold, murderous intent. “Uncle Yang, take this. I have a feeling they might be here for Uncle Zhang.”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep