"Enemy attack, enemy attack, southeast!"
"The Black Hat Second Corps gather at the blue flag area!"
Chaotic footsteps erupted as the previously lazing war cultivators resting under the canopy quickly assembled.
Engineers and villagers looked bewildered at the black-clad soldiers rushing towards the position from all directions, standing there dazed.
"What are you doing standing there? Hide!" A limping old soldier hobbled towards the position, not forgetting to shout at these villagers.
At this moment, they snapped out of their daze and ran in terror towards their houses or the woods.
The war cultivators of the Black Hat Army formed a neat formation, jogging into the position.
Flags of various colors were planted in each area of the position to help the war cultivators accurately reach their defensive zones.
They picked up their holy guns and ammunition belts, climbed onto elevated sandbags, and began checking their holy guns.
