The five people were eating hot pot and chatting in the courtyard when someone suddenly rushed in.
"Report, Grand Duke! Sky Torch Reserve Team, Seventh Squad, reporting for duty!"
Fang Er said curiously, "Bring him in. Let me see who is so lucky."
"The Grand Duke commands, bring him in."
Nineteen people appeared in the courtyard under the moonlight, four of them carrying a person bound hand and foot.
"Whoa~~!"
Changsun Chong got up in surprise, leaned closer to take a look, then turned to Fang Er and asked.
"Big brother, isn't this your subordinate Division Commander Liu? What happened to him, beaten into a pig's head!"
Fang Er couldn't see clearly from a distance. Hearing this, he picked up a desk lamp from the table and walked over.
Just one glance, and Fang Er felt his pain for him.
"So miserable!"
A once handsome face now looked like it had been injected with hyaluronic acid, with bloodstains under his nose, his eyes were black and blue, and his face was swollen. It really looked like a pig's head.
"What's the situation?"
Fang Er asked someone from the Seventh Squad.
"Reporting to the Grand Duke, we tunneled in. When we came out, Division Commander Liu woke up halfway and was a bit uncooperative."
The man scratched the back of his head and said sheepishly.
"Alright, throw him into the room over there."
Fang Er waved his hand, letting them send Liu Meng to accompany Tie Lao Ba.
After speaking, he took out cards from his pocket and gave one to each of them.
The hot pot dinner was lively, with bangs and pops from outside, and the courtyard filled with fragrance.
After Liu Meng, within half an hour, two teams of Torch Reserve Forces returned together.
They didn't bring anyone, just a divisional insignia from each team.
These two teams, when the other squads were discovered, blended into the Fifth Division amidst the chaos. After losing a few comrades, they took down Zhang Tianfang, slit his throat with a charcoal pen, and each took one of his divisional insignia back to report.
He handed out cards and told them to go back and rest.
As of now, three of the five division commanders have been dealt with, leaving only Zhu Zi and Wu Yong.
Outside the mansion, the gunfire from the First Division's camp had not stopped. Fang Er looked at his wrist; it was already past two in the morning.
After finishing the hot pot, he asked Li Baoju to clean up, and Fang Er sat in the courtyard waiting.
Changsun Chong and the others also stayed.
In his words, they were so bored that they were almost sick. Having such an exciting event to watch, how could they leave.
The few of them chatted and gossiped, waiting for the gunfire outside the mansion to end.
An hour passed, and it finally became quiet outside.
Half an hour later, Zhu Zi was brought in with a dejected look.
"Report, Grand Duke! Torch Reserve Team, Twelfth Squad, reporting for duty!"
"Grand Duke, I'm not convinced!"
Zhu Zi's hands were tied behind his back. He glared at the reserve team member beside him, then shouted at Fang Er.
"What happened?"
Fang Er sat on his chair without getting up and asked calmly.
"Grand Duke, someone attacked the camp just now, and I dealt with them all. I was coming to report the situation to you, but unexpectedly, they ambushed me outside the mansion!"
"You still dare to complain? Go to the room and reflect. We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Fang Er almost cursed when he heard him. "Report, report what bird!"
Did anyone tell you to report? Your camp was just attacked, and you dared to run out so boldly? Even if you had to report, couldn't you have asked someone else to come out?
What the hell, was your brain kicked by a donkey!
Only Wu Yong was missing. By the time the sky began to show its belly, there was a commotion outside the mansion.
"This is ours!"
"Go to hell, we clearly entered the house first."
"So what if you entered first? If we hadn't gone, your whole team would have been wiped out!"
"Stop fighting! We caught him!"
"Damn it, if we hadn't arrived, would you have even gotten out of the camp?"
Fang Er's head was pounding listening from the courtyard, so he asked Su Feng to bring them in.
As soon as they came in, there were nearly a hundred people who rushed into the courtyard.
Wu Yong looked even more miserable than Liu Meng. His military uniform was tattered.
"What kind of behavior is this, causing such a scene!"
"Who can explain to this Grand Duke what happened?"
Fang Er frowned slightly, sitting on his chair and looking at everyone.
"Report, Grand Duke, I am from the Second Reserve Team."
With the soldier's explanation, Fang Er finally understood.
The Second Team first set a fire outside the Fourth Division's encampment, then hid themselves.
The other teams, seeing the commotion in the Fourth Division, took the opportunity to sneak in.
As a result, Wu Yong, having come from the Imperial Guard, had some experience in defense.
The squads that entered first were apprehended by the ambushers he had arranged as soon as they got close to Wu Yong.
"I knew someone was going to attack the camp three days in advance. If I still get ambushed, how can I survive in the future?"
But just as he was feeling smug, a few wooden blocks flew into the room from outside.
If it were a time outside of the drill, Wu Yong would have ignored such a thing, but now it was a drill.
These wooden blocks represented grenades!
The moment Wu Yong saw the wooden blocks, he immediately opened the window and jumped out.
As a result, he was caught by the Second Team waiting outside.
At the same time, as soon as the Second Team showed themselves, they were also targeted by snipers arranged by Wu Yong.
With a gunshot, the soldier holding Wu Yong was shot in the back.
The blank rounds used in the exercise were made with soft cork cores, which differed from normal bullets not only in the tip but also in the smaller amount of propellant.
However, this does not mean they are harmless. At close range, they can still be fatal.
The soldier was hit in a vital spot in his back. Although he didn't lose his life, his heart was severely impacted, causing it to stop beating and him to fall unconscious.
Fortunately, the Heavenly Fire Army had generally learned battlefield first aid, and some of them also knew martial arts.
They managed to save him in time, otherwise, he might have been the first to die in this exercise.
With this incident as a precedent, when the sniper fired again, he avoided shooting at vital points.
Wu Yong broke free in the chaos, turning the assassination into a frontal confrontation.
The Second Team suffered several casualties from the sniper fire, and then were surrounded by Fourth Division soldiers who rushed over upon hearing the gunshots.
Just then, the Twenty-Third, Seventeenth, and Nineteenth Squads, three reserve teams, were forced to converge.
This was because they were less than a hundred meters away from the area where the Second Team and Wu Yong's subordinates were fighting.
With such a commotion, they wanted to withdraw from the encampment, but seeing the large number of Fourth Division personnel converging towards them, it was clear that withdrawal was impossible, so they could only charge forward with clenched teeth.
The addition of these three teams relieved the Second Team from being surrounded, but the Second Team was now left with only three men.
As the fighting intensified, another team appeared. They circled behind Wu Yong, knocked him down with a club, and prepared to capture him alive.
The Fourth Division was in disarray. The four squads, seeing this, counterattacked while also trying to snatch Wu Yong.
In the chaos, a soldier from the Second Team managed to grab Wu Yong and held a charcoal stick to his neck.
According to the rules, this was considered Wu Yong being held hostage again.
Then, everyone was able to leave the Fourth Division's encampment.
As soon as they left the encampment, the five teams began to fight over the ownership of Wu Yong, and his clothes were torn to shreds in the struggle.