In Stronghold 144, the 6th Field Division’s convoys quickly drove out of the stronghold. They wanted to get to the mountains in the northwest before the enemy arrived so they could slow the enemy down with guerrilla warfare.
For the sake of this guerrilla warfare, almost all of the core members of the 6th Field Division were working together. Bruce was the one who identified the battlefield, and the dirt road in the mountain range was marked out by the Great Hoodwinker. The others more or less had key roles to play as well.
To P5092’s surprise, the arrival of the Riders not only provided them with individual combat strength support but also brought along with them some unexpected gifts.
At this moment, the Riders were sitting together in the same truck. There were several maps and countless pages of drafts laid out in the cargo area. All of them were seriously writing and sketching as though they were doing some calculations.
In the truck, Black Fox was in a discussion with P5092. “Our preparations are complete now, but there’s still the birds left to worry about. I’ve arranged for the entire recon battalion to eliminate any birds we see along the way to prevent the AI from getting a visual on us. But the problem is that if some of the predatory birds are flying at higher altitudes, we can’t do anything about them. Furthermore, it’ll be very difficult for us to discover any birds hiding in the canopies of trees.”
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