After lunch, the group drove to a jungle designated for special training. It was an exclusive training ground for the Nanjing Military Region, inaccessible to others. They arrived at 12:30 p.m.
In truth, fighting here put the Seal Special Team at a slight disadvantage. This was the Thunderhawk Special Forces' home turf, and they knew the terrain intimately. However, there was no such thing as absolute fairness in this world; something close enough would have to suffice. Besides, the members of the Seal Special Team were certain they would win this time. They believed they would be victorious regardless of the terrain.
After getting out of the vehicles, Zhang Guodong and Yang Wucheng each joined their respective teams.
"The rules are the same as always," Zhang Guodong stated calmly, looking at the Seal Special Team and the Thunderhawk Special Forces. "You have a two-hour time limit. Whichever side breaches the other's base first is the winner. Is that clear?"
