"Commander, we spot enemy forces approaching the frontline outposts at 3780, 3782, 3340, 0451." The electronic map displayed four lights rapidly closing in on the Red Army's outposts.

"What color?"

"White Army."

"Aha, it's Wind Thunder after all — try to hack the communication response at the 3870 coordinates."

"As you wish."

In this confrontation, there were four different colors representing four major academies. The Royal Military Academy of Yingland was the top-ranking for many years, hence, deservedly the Red Army. The Golden Sword Academy was blue, Wind Thunder was white, and St. Calina was yellow.

Breaking the encrypted Heavenly Communication would take only 5 minutes, Amelia was not worried about any mishaps happening during this brief pause. Given Zi Mou's strategic style, he would never dare to attack rashly. The other two major military academies lacked effective leadership, which meant that if they could discern Zi Mou's strategic intent within a limited time and establish a definite advantage, then… What they needed to do now was to identify the White Army's target, and prepare strategic deployment accordingly.

Amelia was fully aware of why Zi Mou sought her out. Zi Mou saw no chance of winning in a direct matchup. Therefore, he was eager to overcome the obstacles ahead. The only way for Wind Thunder and the other two military institutions to have a chance at winning this confrontation was to strangle the lifeblood of Yingland's tactics before they could take shape.

Meanwhile, the Blue Army of the Solar System and the super-Earth Yellow Army were both watching the situation unfold, not moving an inch. The lack of outstanding commanders in both academies meant that this contest was essentially a face-off between Zi Mou and Amelia. They only needed to perform a superficial dance of attack and defense, playing their respective roles while conserving their true strength in secret.

Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, and in a standoff between clams and snipes, the fisherman profits. When the time is ripe, they would seize the moment to strike swiftly and decisively. Yingland and Wind Thunder would be easy pickings. The balance of victory would inevitably tip between them. Apophis and Kuang Qi seemed to have reached an unspoken consensus.

But if these two could think of it, so could Amelia and Zi Mou. They chose to ignore the other two military academies in order to seize the initiative early on. If the confrontation reached the expected level of damage, it would mean the fight would end sooner rather than later, so they weighed the pros and cons in their minds.

It was not a strenuous task for the well-trained White Army to race through the configuration of dense jungle. The frontline troops moved like the wind. They did not encounter any ambushes along the way and were near outpost 3780 in no time. The veteran leading the troops quickly dialed the headquarters via the Heavenly Communication: "Codename 37801, arrived at the designated coordinates, waiting for the demolition order. Repeat..."

"Proceed as planned."

"Executing demolition procedure." However, contrary to the veteran's words, he made a secret retreat signal. Everyone except for one laser guidance operator immediately turned around and quickly advanced towards another battlefield.

Amelia suddenly laughed. No activity was detected at the 3780 coordinates. Zi Mou must have anticipated this and had quietly sent false information to mislead her opponents. It appeared that the opponent was well-prepared.

But who was Amelia? A beautiful smile spread across her lovely face. The opponent's attempt to confuse her was simply too naive. In the short span of a few minutes, she had issued just two brief orders. First, stand by according to the original plan. Second, monitor the movement of the White Army's frontline troops - No! Wait, a single light dot was rapidly approaching the outpost!

Inside Feng Yi, a fire was gradually kindling, heating the blood in his veins. It had been a while since he last experienced the thrill of battle. As Wind Thunder's trump card, he was undoubtedly the strongest individual soldier for special assignments.

No one could recognize Feng Yi behind his mask. Nor could they see his nimble movements that resembled a fleeing shadow. Only the high-level officers on the observation stage could follow Feng Yi's zigzagging path through the satellite tracking, leaping through the jungle. Feng Yi with his steel gun seemed like a shadow hunter, flitting through the foliage covered in luminescent leaves, wearing camouflage military uniforms that added a flavor of bravery.

Among the younger generation of the Federation, not even Cangmu Kuang Qi possessed such bullet-like agility. Without satellite tracking, it would be impossible to capture his movement trajectory.

The observation stage suddenly erupted into a flurry of commotion, with even some people rising to their feet. Everyone's stunned gazes were locked onto the white light dot...

"Who is that man?"

"The white light dot, it must be a representative of Wind Thunder."

"Wind Thunder?" The puzzled looks of the generals landed on Weirbo: "Old Headmaster, who is this...?"

"Just watch."

Weirbo was smug, responded curtly and grinning smugly, his tease was particularly irksome.

The most surprised was Golden Sword's Daniel. Damn it, when did Wind Thunder get such a freak? A coincidence? If it was a coincidence, it would be fine. But if they really encountered such a strong character, wouldn't Golden Sword, with its relatively weak command coefficient, be defeated in close combat? Cangmu Kuang Qi was famously strong in pitched combat, and the strength of Apophis and Ophelia was about equal. No, this couldn't be.

Everyone looked at the light screen. At this moment, Feng Yi had stopped. He was located behind a towering ancient tree, drawing in more fresh air in gulps while taking out his communicator and laser guidance device, "Outpost 3780, coordinates T55-6 request a strike on open ground."

"Copy that, good luck." The pilot responded from the other end of the communicator.

At the same moment, Amelia locked her signal response onto Feng Yi's coordinate area, "Feng-" Upon hearing the voice, she abruptly narrowed her eyes and immediately issued an interception order for indiscriminate fire coverage on Feng Yi's area.

Whistle, thud, thud, thud, thud…

Flurries of gunfire rained from the sky, the light beams engulfed Feng Yi's area in an instant, and the rising smoke billowing from one corner of the battleground along with the intermittent sounds of explosions echoed into the sky. Even though these were empty shells being fired, the explosions near one's body could still easily claim lives.

With an automatic rifle on his back, Feng Yi had already traversed several kilometers at this point. He continuously jumped from one towering ancient tree to another, the colliding sounds of his weapon and water bottle rhythmically forming a pleasing melody. It was like an undying musical chapter of life within the smoky battleground.

Maneuvering through the overgrown wild grass and brambles, chasing between cliffs, his movements flowed fluidly with no pause. His physical strength was like a pair of iron clippers. With just one hand he could scale up several meters, and with several consecutive boosts, steep mountains were instantly left behind in the distance…

No one could shake his iron will. Who he was and where he was from were answers even he couldn't find. Only the mission's call bound around his heart. At this moment, he was no longer an instructor, just a soldier on the battlefield implementing his mission. Free of all distractions, he radiated an unshakeable determination akin to flaming steel. Like a raging flame, it seared the eyes of everyone witnessing everything through the light screen.

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