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Chapter 306: The Blade Unsheathed! (Happy New Year!)

Chapter 306: Chapter 306: The Blade Unsheathed! (Happy New Year!)

West State City, Quaternary District.

Among the ruins of broken walls and remnants, wooden walkways and bridges sprawled, and fierce faces lurked in watchtowers mingled with concrete blocks and steel rebar.

They carried rifles on their backs and dangled teeth and bones of people or beasts on their bodies as symbols of bravery and barbarism.

This area was the closest district of West State City to West State Lake.

Due to the perennial neglect of water facilities, the surplus lake water had flooded into the city district, transforming half of the Quaternary District into a marshland.

This newly formed river spread from the low-lying areas of the city district, expanding northward and flowing into the Tianshui River to the east.

The main camp of the Ya Clan was located on the north bank of this river.

The flooded streets served as a natural barrier, and variants like the Crack Claw Crabs that thrived in humid environments built nests in abundance nearby.

These looters used wooden walkways to connect buildings, reinforce the ruins, and constructed a camp into a fortress surrounded by river water.

Some spacious buildings were converted into workshops for producing weapons and ammunition, where ragged slaves sat at workbenches wielding simple tools to clink and clang against rough workpieces.

As for those broad rooftops, they were transformed into plantations growing green wheat, sheep horn potatoes, or beans for cooking meat.

In fact, although these looters were uneducated and reluctant to use their brains, it didn’t mean they were foolish.

Whether it was their chieftain or the staff of their legions, they were well aware of the immense numbers related to the daily consumption of food, drink, defecation, and ammunition required for an army of tens of thousands.

Solving the supply problem couldn’t rely solely on a few merchants who handled their spoils of war.

Some tribespeople skilled in production were promoted to "artisans." These individuals designed transport rafts, water-wheel generators, and simple pulleys for the Ya Clan, utilizing the river to complete the logistics of a dispersed industrial area.

In return, they were allowed to choose three slaves to keep by their side, and their children did not have to be sent to the clan’s "child-care rooms" but could be raised by themselves.

However, despite these measures, the resources of the Ya Clan remained scarce.

The city lacked neither steel nor aluminum, but copper, which was relatively easier to process, had been nearly depleted a century ago.

They could only seek out unexcavated copper cables, also risking encounters with the Resistance organization’s guerrilla forces.

Those goblins hiding in sewer trenches were like phantoms; although poorly armed, they always managed to cause significant trouble upon their emergence.

That’s why, once members of these Resistance organizations were captured, what awaited them were usually inhumane tortures and sufferings.

Inside the main camp of the Ya Clan.

Looking at the man kneeling on one knee beneath the steps, the man seated on a chair made of human bones lightly furrowed his brow.

His name was Skull Breaker · Golden Tooth, the former was a title he bestowed upon himself, and the latter his given name.

His two-meter tall figure and shoulders as wide as truck tires made him look like a small mountain. His dark skin faintly emitted a green glow, and his mouth sported two golden teeth.

He was the chieftain of the Ya Clan, the leader of the Chewing Bone Tribe, with tens of thousands under his command.

Some said he was a descendant of both mutants and humans.

But in fact, humans violated by mutants could only give birth to mutants; there were no instances of mixed-blood between the two.

"... Far Creek Town has discovered a copper mine?"

The kneeling Iron Teeth reported in a deep voice.

"Yes, respected Chieftain."

Golden Tooth continued to question.

"Why didn’t you find it while you were there?"

Iron Teeth hesitated for a moment then said,

"I don’t know, Chieftain... We don’t recognize what copper mines look like, but our scouts have discovered that the Blue Ground Mice from Qingquan City are mining copper!"

Murmurs filled the room.

Many looters’ eyes sparkled with excitement.

At this moment, a strong man with broad shoulders and a robust build stepped forward. Ignoring the kneeling Iron Teeth, he faced Golden Tooth with both hands cupped in a fist salute.

"Chieftain, please allow me to lead my men into battle! Within ten days, I assure you that Far Creek Town will be under your Y

flag!"

His name was Bear Tooth.

As he spoke these words, a hint of pride curved the corners of his mouth.

The Chieftain had originally assigned the task of moving south to Lion Tooth, but that fellow continually disappointed the Chieftain, even failing to advance into Qingquan City and spending a winter in Far Creek Town without firing a shot before shamefully retreating. Now, he was hiding in Qingstone County, digging holes.

Such a cowardly Thousands of leaders, truly a disgrace to the clan!

If it were him leading the charge, not to mention the "North Suburb" Blue Ground Squirrels, even the legendary Giant Stone City wouldn’t last a single round in front of his fierce army!

This wasn’t just Bear Tooth’s own thought.

Seeing this, the other Thousands of leaders also stepped forward to volunteer, expressing their willingness to lead their troops and fight for the clan!

Golden Tooth remained silent.

He stared at Iron Teeth, who was kneeling on one knee, and after a moment of thought, he slowly spoke.

"I’ll give you five hundred men. Take a message to Lion Tooth from me. Within a week, I want to see the Ya Clan’s flag planted on the land of Far Creek Town."

Iron Teeth lowered his head and accepted the command.

"Yes!"

After the meeting.

Standing beside Golden Tooth, a man with a prominent bridge on his nose slightly nodded and said,

"The copper mine is probably just a decoy... Far Creek Town is on the front line. Even if there really is a copper mine there, the survivors from the suburb wouldn’t dare to exploit it flamboyantly."

His name was Dylon, once a Ten Thousand Leader in the Expeditionary Army. After the Army’s collapse, he led the remnants to join the Chewing Bone Tribe, and after being received by Golden Tooth, was appointed as military advisor and served as the seer in the tribe.

Hearing the military advisor’s insight, Golden Tooth, who was sitting upright, smiled faintly.

"I know. Lion Tooth probably wants to use the copper mine as an excuse to ask us for reinforcements. I might as well just send them five hundred men."

"The reinforcements have arrived, and if they don’t fight, they won’t have an excuse anymore."

Once Far Creek Town was captured, the northern gate of Qingquan City would be under the control of the Ya Clan. Regardless of whether there was a copper mine or not, at least the fertile land stretching ten thousand acres south of the Elm District was in sight.

Lately, more and more Looters had come to West State City to join them, and the tribal population had ballooned to over thirty thousand. The little food that the slaves cultivated was no longer enough to feed everyone.

Moreover, with the outbreak of the plague in West State City, Golden Tooth had been worrying about food these days.

Although now was not the best time to move southward, they could first take Far Creek Town and then use the security of the suburb as leverage to demand tributes from those in Blue Jackets, addressing their immediate crisis.

By the time of the autumn harvest, he would order a major invasion into the north suburb of Qingquan, completely taking over the local survivors’ bountiful grain silos.

Thinking this, a cruel smile appeared on Golden Tooth’s face.

This move,

This move was about fattening the sheep before the slaughter!

...

Just as Iron Teeth led five hundred reinforcements towards Qingstone County, a "Server Announcement" suddenly updated on the official website of "Wasteland OL".

[Expansion Pack: "Blade Unsheathed" officially launches!]

[Introduction: Chaos is spreading through the River Valley, with the Ya Clan in West State City plotting to continue moving south. We will eliminate the threat before they make their move.]

[Instructions:

1. All "Armies" please sign in at the rally point before the event starts, and head to the front lines after the war mobilization ends.

2. "Points" earned during the expansion pack will determine player’s earnings at the end of the battle campaign and can be used in the post-expansion pack lottery draw.

3. "Life profession players" will also earn points when completing orders or other tasks with the expansion pack label, in addition to Contribution Points and Silver coin.

4. ...

Expansion pack released!

Chu Guang proficiently pinned the announcement to the top.

Almost the instant the post went live, the official forum, which the second before was still gossiping about the Manager and Boss Xia, instantly shifted its focus to the newly updated expansion pack!

Tail: "Eh, eh, eh?! An expansion pack update? Weren’t we just talking about the Boss’s topics a moment ago?

Quit smoking: "Northern Expedition! Finally, it’s here haha! These days I’ve been grinding my army’s level till I’m about to split!"

Midnight Chicken Killing: "My great axe is already starving and thirsty!"

Edge Shoveling: "Death Legion ready!!!"

Tail: "Oh! White Bear Knights charge! ψ(｀∇´)ψ"

Old White: "The Burning Corps have arrived at Far Creek Town! See you all in the game! (grinning)"

Mole Old Brother: "Damn! How are you guys so fast?! Where are the brothers from the Skeleton Division?! Assemble!"

Spring Water Commander: "Hahahaha, it’s time to show our real skills. (proud)"

WC Real Mosquito: "Ace pilots of the Goblin Corps! Log in!!! (voice cracks)"

"..."

The responses flurried below the announcement.

Players who had signed in through the forum donned their helmets and logged into the game.

Through the Administrator System’s player list interface, Chu Guang could clearly see the number of players online skyrocketing!

A smile unconsciously formed on his face, and Chu Guang nodded contentedly.

Excellent!

This time he had specifically not announced it in advance, just to test whether players could log in and join the battle in an organized manner in an emergency.

Now, it seemed their enthusiasm for the new expansion pack was even stronger than he had anticipated.

According to the plan he had formulated with his staff and officers, the first stage of the offense would secure Qingshi Town, eighty kilometers from Far Creek Town, consolidate the local defenses, and build artillery positions, before launching the full-scale offensive against the Ya Clan stationed in West State City.

After shutting down the official backstage, Chu Guang rose from the sofa.

"Xiao Qi."

A spirited voice came from beside him.

"Here! Master."

Chu Guang immediately gave an order.

"Deploy two Hummingbird drones to Far Creek Town, and once the frontline command post is established, immediately move the drones to Qingstone County!"

"Also, notify all departments to proceed according to plan!"

Xiao Qi: "Received!"

Leaving the browsing room.

Chu Guang stepped onto the elevator and headed straight to Level B1, entering the equipment room, where he put on the azure power armor.

The heavy breastplate exuded a chilling glint. Chu Guang reached out and grabbed the bulky warhammer, hanging it next to the Gauss rifle.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Guang felt his blood boil.

All the plans and deployments had been completed over the past month and a half, and he had now put all his chips on the table.

Now, he would set out with their soldiers.

This battle would decide the future of the Alliance!

...

Five in the morning.

The quietness of the north of City of Dawn was shattered by the booming sound of an iron beast.

A steel beast slowly exited from the industrial area along the railroad tracks, pulling behind it a series of wooden cargo boxes built on steel chassis.

Gray smoke continuously billowed from the towering chimneys, reciprocating pistons and rods driving this enormous contraption forward. Accompanying the clangor of steel collisions, this hundred-meter-long giant soon burrowed into the edge of the Elm District, disappearing over the horizon.

Windows along North Street of Dawn City were pushed open.

Disturbed from their sleep, traders, mercenaries, and local residents sleepily stood by their windows looking north, wondering what had just occurred.

Many, still dressed only in their nightwear, stepped out of their homes.

"What was that noise just now?"

"Didn’t you see? A huge vehicle, as wide as half a road, came out of the industrial area and headed north along those tracks!"

"A train?! Was that a train?"

People exchanged surprised glances, discussing among themselves in bewilderment.

The railway of Dawn City had been constructed some time ago.

Yet for many living here, it was their first time seeing what a train looked like.

Especially for those survivors coming from small places, those thick, long chimneys and large vehicles were indeed curiosities.

Many stood on tiptoes looking north, hoping to get a clearer view, but they could no longer see it.

The mercenary clad in a leather jacket murmured and conversed with his companion.

"Where is it heading?"

"North seems to be the New Alliance’s outpost in Far Creek Town, and beyond that is Western Province City!"

"Western Province City... Isn’t that Chewing Bone Tribe’s territory?"

Chewing Bone Tribe!

Hearing this name, many first-time visitors to the City of Dawn revealed surprised expressions on their faces.

They were not surprised by the Chewing Bone Tribe.

Waste Land Wanderers coming to River Valley Province to do business had mostly heard of the infamous cannibals who didn’t spit out bones.

However, what they hadn’t anticipated was that the New Alliance would actually provoke those devils!

"Have they gone mad?!" a merchant from the Eastern Provinces couldn’t help exclaiming, voicing the sentiments of many travelers.

Picking a fight with the Chewing Bone Tribe.

In their view, this was not a smart decision at all!

However, not everyone thought this way.

Unfortunately, this statement was overheard by Old Hooke standing at the inn’s entrance.

Looking at the uninformed outsiders, the old man scoffed.

"Mad? We’ve waited too long for this day!"

Standing by, Sun Shiqi couldn’t help but swallow hard.

"...Do you even know what you’re up against? The Ya Clan stationed in Western Province City had at least thirty thousand people just a month ago!"

Old Hooke had yet to speak.

The lad taking care of the Double-headed Cow by their side had already lifted his chin, proudly looking in the direction the train had disappeared.

"So what?"

"Under the leadership of the Manager, our Alliance is invincible!"

"With just one command from him, all of us could pick up our guns and head to the frontline right now! Never mind thirty thousand, even three hundred thousand or three million!"

Watching the young man’s face filled with loyalty, Sun Shiqi’s Adam’s apple moved, leaving him speechless.

Old Hooke watched him and softly said,

"Those people have already destroyed many people’s homes once, and we won’t let them do it a second time. Not just the survivors from Highway Town, everyone here is willing to bleed dry for this land that sheltered them..."

"You don’t have homes, you wouldn’t understand."

Sun Shiqi argued,

"Who says I don’t? I was just about to build one here."

Old Hooke smiled and remained silent.

The two mercenaries standing beside Sun Shiqi exchanged glances and shook their heads, murmuring.

"Mad!"

"...Everyone here is crazy!"

The entire City of Dawn was abuzz about the train heading towards Far Creek Town.

Many had even spotted fully armed soldiers and exoskeleton warriors in several of the train’s cars.

Clearly, they were not heading out to mine!

At the same time, in a room on the third floor of an inn, half a wire quietly stretched out, accompanied by rhythmic radio waves. A telegram was sent to the Horseshoe Iron Business Group’s station in Red River Town.

In the headquarters’ office.

Having read the telegram from his subordinate, Sim’s face momentarily lit up with joy as if long parched from drought and drenched by a sweet rain, and he burst forth into a mad, skyward laughter.

"The fight has begun! Hahaha!"

"I knew I was right!"

"Finally, the fight has begun!"

The so-called copper mine was indeed a deceptive lure!

Once the war machine of the New Alliance kicked into gear, the demand for resources surged like a flood in all directions!

Their industrialization speed was astonishing, but they couldn’t conjure the raw materials for industry out of thin air; those urgently needed resources had to be purchased from them!

Sim’s face was filled with ecstatic delight.

His stockpiled copper mines finally had a chance of being rescued!

...

A train from the industrial district to Far Creek Town drew the attention of various powers, all awaiting the next move of this young Survivor Settlement.

On one side was the New Alliance, with a permanent population of less than six thousand, on the other side, the battle-hardened Looter Tribe with thirty thousand members.

Apart from the residents of the New Alliance, hardly anyone believed they had the slightest chance of winning.

Red River Town’s assessment of the war’s direction was that the New Alliance could maintain the front line between Far Creek Town and Qingstone County by leveraging their equipment and logistics advantages, whereas the council of Garbage City thought they might lose a potential trading partner.

As for Giant Stone City.

Aside from radio host Mr. Hauser’s wildly speculative comments, the real power holders seemed to have barely paid any attention to the matter.

Whether it was the Chewing Bone Tribe or the New Alliance, it was a northern affair.

And the north was too distant from their core interests to be of concern.

Chu Guang had no time to care what they thought.

The war had already begun.

The first and second corps along with war supplies had already departed with the train to Far Creek Town.

There, they would establish simple frontline positions, preparing safe ammunition depots and saving points for the players.

They were the shield of the entire war, responsible for the security of rear positions and supply lines.

At the same time, over twenty armies composed of players had already assembled at the entrance to the barracks next to the airport.

Their codes and sizes varied.

Some had thirty soldiers equipped with twelve 88mm mortars, while the remaining eighteen each carried an ammunition box, apparently planning to plow through the enemy positions before charging.

Others were fully staffed armies of a hundred, without a single cannon, all equipped with "conscript kits."

Before the battle even began, their rifles were already fixed with bayonets, their waists tied with hand grenades and Molotov Cocktails, making their intentions clear.

As for the Burning Corps that took a special operations route, their arrangement was standard, with the front twenty being all Awakeners plus Type Five and Type Six exoskeletons, maximizing individual combat strength.

The remaining eighty slots were left for the reserves, a mix of newbies and experts, with the army commander paying out of pocket for weapons and equipment, while logistics were entirely focused on the blades (exoskeletons).

As for the Skeleton Corps led by Mole Old Brother, although their setup was novel, it was still reasonable; fifty good brothers each equipped with a conscript kit, with all the logistics points invested in two four-linked anti-aircraft trucks.

The trucks’ heads and doors were reinforced with welded steel plates, leaving just a slit for an observation window, apparently planning to adopt a "infantry-tank cooperation" strategy.

Spring Water Commander’s Storm Corps was conventionally structured, one company, three platoons, three squads, led by his old teammates, each squad configured with assaulters, support soldiers, and squad shooters, each performing their respective roles, balanced firepower, most resembling an NPC legion.

Midnight Chicken Killing’s Jungle Corps, similar in approach to the Burning Corps, also took the special operations route, but they didn’t spend valuable logistics points on high-end equipment, instead considering quality while keeping costs in mind.

From the army commander to the soldiers below, all were uniformly equipped with KV-1 exoskeletons and welded steel, camouflaged in green, each armed with an LD-47j light machine gun, a completely different style from the "knight + squire" tactic of the Burning Corps.

Additionally, there were other independent legions, while high in rank, hadn’t recruited enough players and had vacancies in their structure.

As a young emerging armed force, they needed to prove their strength to other players through battle achievements and medals.

Chu Guang had granted the players sufficient autonomy to find their own teammates, explore tactics that suited them, and learn from their deaths to maximize their combat potential.

After all, dying once only meant three days.

If one death didn’t reveal the problem, then they would die twice.

This unique mode of combat wasn’t suitable for any army composed of living beings, but it was perfect for the players.

They were summoned spirits.

For them, death was merely a return...

...

Outside the military camp, the parade ground was a forest of gun banners.

Chu Guang, wearing powered armor, walked to the very front of the team.

The noisy surroundings quieted down slightly.

Looking into those eyes burning with battle desire and spirit, Chu Guang activated the armor’s loudspeaker and spoke in a calm and steady voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I’m delighted to see you all here."

"Your courage is truly inspiring."

He paused, scanning the gathered players.

"From the day that great door opened, we ignited fires in the darkness, we drove away beasts with swords, we forged swords into plowshares to rebuild our homes, we dispelled ignorance with civilization—yet, the threat of barbarism still lingers around us, never far away."

"Chaos continues to ravage the north, our neighbors still struggle on the brink of death."

"The beasts in human skin are sharpening their teeth and sucking blood, right before our eyes, with their greedy sights set on our towns and fields!"

Chu Guang raised his voice.

He drew out his warhammer and slammed the handle hard against the ground.

"They will not succeed!"

"We will not stop fighting against barbarism!"

"Today, now, from here, we will take the offensive, before they can extend those dirty claws, we will sever them with axes!"

"Even if outnumbered!"

"Even if a thousand face thirty thousand!"

"We will never retreat! Never negotiate! Never compromise!"

"Until we erase them from the map, until they flee in the sound of our gunfire, raising their hands over their heads begging for mercy—"

"Advance!"

"Advance!"

"Advance!!!"

Such high battle spirit, just like the roar echoing through the camp.

Chu Guang could feel the blood boiling in his veins.

Not just him, the players standing on the training field could feel that surge of exhilarating tension too.

The offensive on New Year’s Eve was vivid in their minds.

Many of their partners who had built homes together were left behind that night.

The blood feud had to be cleansed with the enemies’ blood.

At this moment, they had waited far too long!

Each cry of "advance" was a response to the call of war.

After speaking all he had to say in three minutes, Chu Guang decisively waved his right hand forward.

1,137 combat professional players quickly boarded the fifty trucks parked outside the training ground.

The inspection was over, and the next stop was the front line!

Meanwhile, at a nearby airport.

A group of players wearing pilot’s hats left the barracks, rushed into the hangar, and swiftly boarded their own numbered vehicles.

This included 50 W-2 "Mosquito-style" ground attack planes painted with shark faces and fitted with twin 10mm heavy machine guns, and 70 "Moth" gliders carrying 7mm small pipes.

The former were piloted by twenty players who had mastered flying and landing techniques.

The latter, as a "low-cost" version of the former, were piloted by thirty pre-service, not yet proficient players.

Until the end, Mosquito was not able to raise the Goblin Corps to LV8, allowing all "Ace Pilots" to mix in and just barely missing LV5.

But does that matter?

Obviously not!

Non-staff personnel used non-regulated equipment, and staff used regulated equipment.

Those 70 "Moth" gliders, which hadn’t cost the Alliance a penny, were all bought out of his own pocket!

The reason?

No reason!

He was willing!

"Check your ammo and batteries!"

Excited, Mosquito jumped onto his mount and checked his equipment, never stopping to chatter non-stop.

"Our allies have already headed to the front! These speedy bastards, their wheels are smoking! But even if they’re fast, they can’t be faster than us!"

"We, the Goblin Corps, will reach the battlefield before anyone else! The MVP will definitely be ours!"

Hastily putting on his pilot’s cap, Falling Feather spoke nervously, "Coach! If there are no ground troops to guide the air raid, what if we can’t see anyone?"

This was his first time on a battlefield.

Before, he’d been throwing wood at circles drawn on the ground and firing machine guns at stationary targets. About to take to the sky, he was panicked.

However, Mosquito’s response did not reassure him at all.

"What?! Can’t see anyone? Is that a question my ace pilot should ask??"

"???"

Falling Feather was a bit confused by the question.

He didn’t know if it was a question an ace pilot should ask.

But was it a normal response?

In another plane nearby,

ID is called Clear Wind, a short-haired girl, barely awake, squinted her eyes and held the joystick, shaking her head as she recited a poem.

"Blue blood dyes the sky, though spring has passed beauty remains, heaven and earth turn red."

The morning glow was rising from the horizon, somewhat fitting the scene.

However, Falling Feather was just baffled.

Was she already dictating her last words?

Up the Hill Tiger looked at the joystick in his hand, his face puzzled.

He hadn’t remembered wrong.

He’d learned to fly a plane to make it easier to spray pesticides.

"Wait, why are we, who just farm, also causing a ruckus here?"

In another plane, Makabazi laughed and pulled down his windscreen.

"Who cares!"

"There are more planes than people, let’s enjoy the rush!"

Hearing his comrades’ clamor, Mosquito laughed heartily and also pulled down his windscreen and started his mount’s engine.

"Remember what I taught you. When you dive, turn on the beeper, drop the bomb right over their heads! Then open fire, pull up, dive, and fire again!"

"Also, secure your VM tightly on your thigh! That’s your radar, as well as your eyes!"

Raising his voice, he shouted piercingly over the roar of the propellers.

"Brothers! On the runway! Stomp the throttle to the floor—"

"Take off!!"

...

To the north of Far Creek Town.

Tonglou lay atop a hill with binoculars, looking at a nearby town.

It was peaceful.

The town in the morning fog was as quiet as a graveyard.

However, just then, an Iron beast, puffing clouds of smoke, was slowly approaching Far Creek Town from the direction of Qingquan City.

A Looter spotted it, excitedly pointing at the colossal object and whispered loudly,

"Boss! Look, a train!"

"I know!" Tonglou grumbled back, continuing his observation with the binoculars.

He didn’t know why.

Looking at the smoke-chuffing train, he felt something was off, but it was too far, and the visibility was too poor to see clearly what was in the train.

The excited Looter whispered to each other,

"Say, this train is much bigger than the ones we’ve seen before!"

"Hey, now that you mention it, it really is!"

"Could it be they found a major ore seam? So they need a big train to transport it!"

"Hahaha, makes sense!"

Just then, as the train rounded a bend, exposing its side,

Tonglou did not miss the opportunity.

However, when he clearly saw the fully armed figures inside the carriage, his face instantly changed.

Soldiers?!

Weren’t they supposed to be here to mine? What were soldiers doing here!

And there were many of them!

Almost at the same time, a whirring sound came from the sky, and several black dots emerged from the morning mist between the mountains.

The learned Looter excitedly pointed, showing off his knowledge.

"Boss! Look, airplanes!"

"Shut up! I know! Everyone, get down!" Without time to ponder where the planes had come from, Tonglou shouted in fear, signaling his team to scatter.

The planes roared overhead.

Tonglou, diving into the bushes, pressed his face to the ground, daring not to move.

Fortunately, the planes weren’t targeting them, nor did they notice the few "rats" hiding in the bushes.

Dozens of planes flew directly north.

That was the direction of Qingstone County, also the station of the Lion Tooth Thousand Team!

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Tonglou’s face went completely pale.

Even an idiot like him realized, there was no copper mine in Far Creek Town at all. The so-called copper mine was just a smokescreen released by those Blue Ground Mice, and the railways had been built from the beginning to transport supplies to the front line.

As for their plans...

That was obvious.

Getting up from the ground, Tonglou didn’t care about the mud on him, urging his brothers to rise, and shouted urgently and angrily.

"Quick! Run! We need to get back fast!"

"Report this to Lord Shiya!"

"Yes, yes!" The surrounding Looters nodded in panic, rushing down the hill.

However—

It was clearly too late.

Just as Tonglou finished speaking, from the direction the train had come, trucks loaded with rolling dust charged north.

They didn’t stop at Far Creek Town at all but passed directly through the western side of the town, heading straight for Qingstone Town to the north.

Tonglou could no longer count how many trucks there were.

His intuition told him that it was at least the force of a thousand-man team. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn’t be faster than those sitting on the trucks.

Thinking this, despair washed over Tonglou’s face.

At the same time, fifty-two planes had already reached the battlefield...

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(Thanks to "Confused Wind" for rewarding the alliance leader!!)