With his and the Great Hoodwinker’s combined strength, and as long as they did not encounter the expeditionary army’s main forces, the enemy would die in the wilderness for sure if they met the two of them.
For a supply convoy like this which only had a 100-odd barbarians escorting the supplies, they would definitely be dead upon meeting them.
Milo looked at Stowe, again. He realized the chubster’s power would be very useful.
“How are things? Is the future commander coming back now?” Bruce asked P5092.
P5092 shook his head. “He said he’s joined up with the Great Hoodwinker and wants to do something else.”
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