The military transport truck slowly drove through the vast wilderness towards a mountainous region. Here, the mountains were not very high.
While the platoon sat in the back, Milo silently took note of their current position. This should be a place several dozen kilometers away from Stronghold 108.
When they passed by several factories along the way, Michael introduced the place to them. “These are the Skyfort Consortium’s oil refineries, and our outpost is just up front. Our daily responsibility will be to observe any signs of approaching enemies. If there are, we have to report it immediately through the satellite phone.”
Milo asked, “What do we do after reporting it?”
This question stumped Michael.
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