Chapter 92: Seventh Middle School Fortress

The Great Group initiates a military meeting for officers at the platoon level and above.

"The Seventh Middle School camp has been found. This is the relevant intelligence; everyone, take a careful look." Hua Bing distributes a pile of video and image materials to each student participating in the meeting.

No one speaks for the time being.

Jiang Ding clicks on a drone video that successfully scouted the Seventh Middle School camp.

In the vast jungle, a small hill hundreds of meters high appears abruptly at one corner of the horizon. The mountain has many giant rocks and trees, and there are traces of tank tracks around it, but no tanks are visible.

The mountain forest area is somewhat blurry; this is the influence of a Tier 1 invisibility camouflage array. It's just that the skills of the Seventh Middle School's cultivators seem not very good, and it hasn't been fully deployed yet, so it can only blur the line of sight a little.

The First Middle School camp's Tier 1 light invisibility camouflage array was completed several hours ago.

Now they are stepping up the deployment of Tier 1 Diamond Arrays, Tier 1 Rejuvenation Arrays, Tier 1 Electromagnetic Induction Arrays, and other supporting defensive and offensive arrays.

Bang!

There is the sound of dense heavy machine gun bullets and even anti-aircraft machine gun bullets passing through. The drone screen goes black, lasting less than ten seconds, and this was after multiple drones had provided suicide cover.

Jiang Ding frowns and clicks on several more videos.

Finally, at a corner overgrown with grass and trees, he vaguely discovers a thick, long gun barrel. With this discovery, he specifically looks for it and indeed finds many places suspected to be gun muzzles and heavy machine gun firing ports.

"This... despicable and shameless!"

Jiang Ding stands up abruptly.

This is too shameless. Clearly, it's a battle for a decisive victory, yet they shamelessly set it up as a fortress, wanting people to fight a hard battle. Dream on!

"No, we can't go!"

Someone in the combat meeting jumps up quickly. It is Wu Tianli, who mocks: "Those people in the Seventh Middle School have turned themselves into turtle shells, wanting us to go and die. Is that possible?"

The monitor of Class 2, Gongsun Ling, also agrees: "We'll just watch from the outside; I don't believe they can hide inside until they die."

Others also seem to agree.

A perfectly good fair exam, wanting them to storm a city—this is absolutely impossible!

"There is a problem."

The monitor of Class 3, Ding Qi, speaks up: "Our number of Qi Refining Realm cultivators and heavy equipment is more than double theirs. If we just sit here until the exam ends, they certainly won't score high, but the ones who lose will be us."

As for the four times the number of martial artists, he easily ignores them.

"This is indeed a problem."

Others also frown, similarly not picking on the issue of the number of martial artists.

Jiang Ding is silent.

He is the only martial artist participating in the platoon officer meeting, but he doesn't speak. Without tank cooperation, martial artists are indeed very fragile.

"How about trying to achieve a small victory? Then quietly wait for their turtle performance."

Someone suggests.

"How to achieve a small victory? They are determined to turtle up in defensive works. Once they complete the Tier 1 Electromagnetic Induction Array, the search range of the Tier 1 infantry radar will expand from thirty kilometers to fifty kilometers, and the accuracy will also improve. Going up then would be sending ourselves to die."

A Qi Refining Level 5 student from Class 2 refutes, not very optimistic.

"I think..."

Everyone has their own opinions, arguing back and forth without a unified answer.

"Everyone!"

After Hua Bing lets everyone argue for a long time and gradually becomes a bit annoyed, she speaks: "My meaning is, let's take advantage of the time gap of three days during which they absolutely cannot build the Tier 1 Electromagnetic Induction Array and launch an attack directly."

"There are several reasons."

Without waiting for others to object, she continues.

"First, this is just a final exam, and victory or defeat is not important. Being able to accumulate hard-battle experience for the college entrance exam is the most precious thing. Losing some actual combat scores is fine."

Some show signs of being moved; the score of one final exam is indeed nothing.

"Second, we possess double the forces; even if we storm them, the chance of victory is very high!"

Hua Bing looks around.

"Now, let's start voting on the plans proposed by everyone. Four votes for the temporary battalion level, two votes for the temporary platoon level, one vote for the squad level. Let's start with my forced hard-battle plan."

"... Alright."

Some steady students don't quite approve, but they can't come up with any objections.

Ding!

Jiang Ding glances at the military meeting group. Three voting options have been proposed. Undoubtedly, compared to turtling up, officers at all levels prefer Hua Bing's forced hard-battle plan; it doesn't matter if they fail.

The attack plan is passed with a high vote of 86.6%.

The decision is issued, and all aspects start moving.

First is the logistics group led by Li Junhao and others. The half-deployed positions are abandoned, and the usable array materials are dismantled and loaded onto tracked trucks. Li Junhao even gets the job of a truck driver.

Then there are the three classes. Forty-three tanks advance with a depth of five hundred meters, moving forward in a crescent formation. Heavy machine gun infantry follow behind the tanks, and radars and drones are turned on at full power, guarding at all times.

Leading the way are the six tanks personally led by Hua Bing, protruding twenty kilometers ahead of the main force as reconnaissance.

Jiang Ding and Qian Qianyi's Dao soldiers invisibly and silently guard within a close range of thousands of meters in front of the tanks, guarding against sudden decapitation strikes by hostile cultivators.

This shouldn't happen.

Dao soldiers can be easily identified by tank radars and do not have the ability to sneak in for decapitation. This situation is to guard against the tactics of Immortal Sect enemies.

Unless some Immortal Sect cultivator who has practiced concealment spells wants to decapitate, like Li Tie, the possibility is very small.

After simple treatment, Jiang Ding has initially recovered his combat effectiveness, except for some slight discomfort in his arms.

On the horizon, a trail of white smoke.

"Enemy shells discovered, maneuver to evade!"

Before Jiang Ding could issue a warning, Hua Bing had already discovered the shells through radar and calculated their landing points, hurriedly hiding inside the tank.

Boom!

A howitzer shell explodes in the jungle, right above her tank. Even with maneuvering to evade, quite a few law-breaking steel fragments clatter against the tank armor, creating many small pits.

Bang, bang!

At the same time, the vehicle-mounted anti-aircraft machine gun spits flames, and several bullets blast two Seventh Middle School students whose tracks were scanned by radar.

It was they who crawled out of very deep holes to provide shelling coordinates for the Seventh Middle School's Qi Refining Realm students' tanks.

Before she can breathe a sigh of relief, there are several more white trails on the horizon.

Boom!

This time it is not howitzers, but armor-piercing shells capable of destroying tank armor, narrowly passing by Hua Bing's maneuvering tank and leaving deep pits in the ground.

Fortunately, they were not in the interference zone, otherwise, she would have been cold long ago; having high cultivation is useless.

Bang, bang!

Another few machine gun rounds destroy the drones that just poked their heads out of the ground to scout.

Hua Bing is a bit irritable from the endless sneak attacks.

"Jiang Ding! In this direction, Seventh Middle School tanks have walked out of the fortress camp. Go and scout."

She shouts in the group, while she herself drives the tank to retreat temporarily.

Heaven knows how many drones and reconnaissance points the Seventh Middle School people have set up along the way; if they keep storming in, something will go wrong sooner or later.

Currently, among the high school seniors of the two schools, only Jiang Ding has shown the ability of a reconnaissance infantryman, not only hiding under spiritual sense but even dodging radar waves, unless he gets too close to the tank or encounters the 'Electromagnetic Induction Fluctuation Method' at the minor accomplishment level.

"Good."

Jiang Ding nods, refuses the Dao soldiers of Qian Qianyi to follow, points his toes, and rushes toward the Seventh Middle School camp. ===== CHAPTER 93 =====