Chapter 571: Little Greedy Cat, Why Are You Still Sneaking Snacks?

Huang Honghui said confidently, "Commander, at your order we, the Sea Tiger, will be the first to strike; with sharp claws we'll tear open the enemy's defenses and crush them completely!"

Red Force Commander: "Very good! Rest well now, recover your strength, and prepare for the final battle!"

"Yes!"

After hanging up the radio, the Company Commander leaned in to ask.

"Deputy Battalion Commander, what did the commander say?"

"Prioritize delivery of ammunition and equipment so we can be ready; the great decisive battle is about to begin."

"That fast?!"

The Company Commander was extremely agitated.

Originally, he thought this exercise would last at least a week.

But he didn't expect that, in only half the time, it would be pushed straight through.

It seems the Third Brigade's strength truly is no more than that; it's hardly fearsome.

Yet after the call ended, Huang Honghui's smile vanished; he turned his head to look ahead, to the direction the battle had come from, and then at the friendly soldiers on the position with relaxed, contented faces, and felt an inexplicable odd feeling.

It's not that they hadn't had such a smooth push before, but perhaps because they kept losing to Lu Yang, he had grown accustomed to expecting some reversal?

"Deputy Battalion Commander, should we arrange a meal?"

"Wait a moment."

"What's the matter?"

Huang Honghui shook his head, his face thoughtful: "I always feel something's off, but I can't put it into words; in any case, before the supplies arrive, I order everyone to hold this position and prevent the enemy from counterattacking."

"If anyone is truly exhausted, rotate shifts to rest, but never let vigilance slip."

"Have the communications soldier contact Director Xiao Tang at intervals to report the nearby Blue Army troop movements, to prevent any ambushes."

"Also, contact the supply side and urge them to hurry the ammunition delivery; the more certain victory seems, the steadier we must stay, and the less we can be reckless."

The Company Commander nodded forcefully: "Yes, Deputy Battalion Commander, I'll arrange it immediately!"

Meanwhile, in the exercise directing department, Second Brigade Commander Feng Ming was in the spotlight.

The Second Brigade troops who came to observe were smiling broadly during the tea break, occasionally mocking the Third Brigade members.

Things like "embroidered pillow," "silver‑looking gunhead," "good looking but useless" just poured out of their mouths.

Everyone from the Third Brigade who came to observe was seething with resentment; Brigade Commander Zheng Chengfeng wore a dark face, suppressed his anger, and remained silent.

Xiong Yao was furious; he tried many times to argue with the Second Brigade people, but was blocked each time.

Taking advantage of a break to smoke at the doorway, he led Xiong Yao outside.

Xiong Yao could no longer contain his rage: "Damn it, why did you just block me? A mere major dares to come and provoke; I'd even slap him as a reward!"

Zheng Chengfeng smoked, his tone flat: "If slapping him could turn the battle around, I'll let you do it."

"Shit, this is really freaking intense!"

Xiong Yao blurted out the national essence: "What on earth are Lu Yang and his guys doing, and Wang Zhongxi and his as well; their tactics are all polished, all first, second, third, but in the past two days we've only seen them being passively hit, with no substantive progress."

"The essence of depth tactics is to feign inability to win, accumulate strength, lure the enemy in, cut off supplies, and finally deliver a lethal blow."

"Given the current battlefield situation, where's the feigning? This is outright a real inability to win!"

"You also saw the footage just now from the Red Force Headquarters; they're about to launch a final assault; if the Blue Army doesn't do something, there's truly no show left!"

"When the time comes, if the higher‑ups hold a meeting and think our strength is lacking, our level average; whether the Third Brigade can hold, you as the Brigade Commander, and I as the Chief of Staff, can we still continue in our positions—that's all the same!"

Zheng Chengfeng naturally thought of these, but had no better solution.

He just kept smoking, never speaking, which made Xiong Yao even more frantic.

"Aren't you usually so articulate and full of ideas? Why don't you seem anxious at all?"

"Is being anxious useful?"

"Could you make a call, secretly contact Lu Yang and his team, give them some suggestions, let them organize in advance; at least show some flair, display a die‑hard spirit, maybe we could even force a draw in the end?"

"A draw? Ha, stop dreaming!"

From behind, the voice of Second Brigade Commander Feng Ming suddenly came.

The two turned their heads together, and Feng Ming said with a smile.

"I said I'd make the Blue Army suffer a crushing defeat, and I would never give you a chance to turn the tables."

"My troops will not only seize all your positions, but also annihilate each of your soldiers completely."

"Eat more tonight; I'm afraid tomorrow you won't feel like eating."

"I'm done talking, I'm going to the bathroom; this battle is going so smoothly that even my bowel movements are smoother~"

Watching Feng Ming with a piece of rough paper, he walked stylishly toward the makeshift latrine.

Seething with anger, Xiong Yao had nowhere to vent, wishing he could rush in and beat him up.

"I really want to smash his head into a pit!"

"Go ahead."

Zheng Chengfeng, unusually, didn't dissuade him but instead encouraged him to go.

Xiong Yao was surprised: "Are you serious?"

Zheng Chengfeng stamped out the cigarette with his foot, exhaled a puff: "I've tolerated him for a long time; working under him always left me boiling with anger."

He led Xiong Yao to the car, took a bundle of small whips from the trunk, and handed him a lighter.

"Up."

"No, you, are you serious?"

"Now that emotions are this high, can we not vent our anger?"

"How did you get fireworks in your car?"

"I originally thought, once Lu Yang's team wins the competition, we'd set off a bunch of fireworks to celebrate; who knew it would turn out like this? Whether you go or not, it's fine; just go back and watch the exercise."

"If you want to go, then go!"

Xiong Yao also has a short temper; he grabbed the prank tool and strode over.

He looked around; most people were in the director's tent.

The only guard had even been lured away by Zheng Chengfeng with an excuse.

He took a deep breath, recalling scenes from his childhood back home, herding cattle, and during New Year blowing up the straw pit, the cow dung, and the water tank with his friends.

So, without hesitation, he lit it with a lighter and tossed it into the makeshift latrine.

With a crackle and pop, wet mud splattered everywhere, hitting the surrounding barriers.

Immediately someone, pulling up their pants, screamed and ran out, hoarsely shouting.

"Who threw the firecrackers, who threw them!!!!"

"What's going on, what happened?"

Zheng Chengfeng walked out of the director's tent together with the farmer.

Seeing his look, I almost burst out laughing, but he remained silent.

"Brigade Commander, what's wrong with you, how did it become like this?"

"Brigade Commander Feng, it was just a joke that day, why are you taking it seriously? The meal's about to start."

"Old Feng, glad as we are, setting off firecrackers in the latrine is really out of line; it's a mess, how will everyone use the latrine later?"

Feng Ming gritted his teeth and pointed at Zheng Chengfeng in the crowd: "Zheng Chengfeng, it must have been you!"

Zheng Chengfeng spread his hands: "You need evidence; I didn't throw any firecrackers."

Feng Ming: "You're confessing without being hit; when did I ever say it was firecrackers!"

Zheng Chengfeng: "......"

The others in the director's tent: "......"

It's ruined, the prank blew up; he just said something with his front foot and forgot it with his back foot.

Although there was no concrete evidence, Cai Zhengbang deduced from the clues who was behind the prank.

He turned his head and kicked Zheng Chengfeng in the butt; setting rank aside, both soldiers were promoted by him, so he has the authority to discipline them.

"How old are you, still playing such childish games? You're over forty, acting like a kid?"

"Feng Ming, you too, five trips a day, are you here to watch the battle or to take a dump? Hurry and freshen up, change into clean clothes!"

"No, Director, this matter is his......"

Cai Zhengbang cut off Feng Ming's defense, harshly criticizing: "You don't need to say more; the Red side has gained some advantage and is about to win, and your men are mocking the Third Brigade's troops, their tails almost lifted to the sky!"

"One or two of you like to cause trouble, full of energy? Later, both of you don't sit on chairs, don't watch the drill, stand guard at the director's entrance!"

"Someone, give them two guns, let them relive a day as soldiers!"

"Yes!"

Zheng Chengfeng saluted, took a 95-step in both hands, and stood on the left side of the director's entrance.

Feng Ming looked as if he'd eaten dirt; he was clearly the victim, yet he still got the beating.