"Hurry, hurry, pick up the pace!"
At the supply station, Black Fox yelled loudly next to the transport plane.
Meanwhile, on the playground, Special Forces soldiers who had just withdrawn from the exercise area and a small number of reconnaissance troops were rapidly heading towards the ammunition crates guarded by two people.
Soon, each soldier grabbed hand grenades and ammunition magazines that matched their weapons before heading back.
"Here comes another group of people. Is something happening today?"
On the edge of the playground, a soldier on the watchtower couldn't hold back and spoke into his walkie-talkie.
On the other side, in front of the barracks, another soldier stood there.
"I don't know, these reconnaissance troops seem to be crazy!" He also had a walkie-talkie in his hand.
Two people took turns watching over the supply station during each patrol.
Today, it was their turn.
