"Damn it, was there no ambush at all today?!"
The comment startled everyone awake.
The students on alert and a few instructors all snapped back to reality and began to consider the possibility of "no ambush".
In the crowd, Mo Shangjun and Duan Zimu exchanged a glance and then both chose to remain silent.
Even when asked for their opinions, the two tacitly chose to answer vaguely, not giving a definitive answer or analysis.
The show was almost over, might as well wait for it to play out in full.
Thus, a group of confused souls, without a clear answer, decided to pick up the pace. They shortened the three-kilometer march by a third—before darkness fell, they successfully reached their final destination.
Once they safely arrived, they saw a bunch of tents, off-road vehicles, field kitchens, and the people who had already been waiting at the temporary campsite, which caused an uproar.
"Damn it, there really was no ambush today! And here I was, all nervous!"