The Ultima Consortium troops at Mt. Sentani were suddenly withdrawn, and only one unit was left behind to put up a stubborn resistance at the most dangerous position on the battlefield. Meanwhile, the rest of the troops started plundering through their own territory. The Ultima Consortium strongholds in the north were being looted by their own forces.
On the same evening, Pascal’s troops arrived at Barito Bridge.
As he stood on the bridge and watched the transport vehicles passing by, he suddenly sighed and said to his second-in-command next to him, “I wonder when we can return after going north this time. Remember, bring along the refugee fishermen from the various strongholds, as well as those who specialize in animal husbandry.”
In reality, Pascal had already been scheming to retreat north for some time. He had not expected things to go so smoothly and that someone would actually give him a hand in getting rid of the majority of the Ultima Consortium’s higher-ups.
The Northern Steppe was situated outside of the stronghold perimeter. It was a place where wild beasts ran rampant.
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