It was as though a god had splattered the ground in the Northwest with khaki paint.
The viscous paint then solidified on the ground and formed into yellowish mountain ranges and hills and gullies. As the long stretch of the 6th Field Division’s convoy passed through the area, it looked like a group of ants going out to find food. Vehicle by vehicle, the convoy stretched out into the distance.
But just as they were about to pass through Jambalayo Ridge, thousands of enemy troops suddenly surrounded them from the wilderness. These enemy troops had advanced on foot, but their speed far exceeded that of normal soldiers. Moreover, silvery blood vessels could be seen on their faces.
When Milo retreated with Julius and company, Daniel keenly noticed the number of nanosoldiers had decreased by a 1,000. Meanwhile, these 1,000 missing soldiers, as well as the Stelaria Consortium’s special forces, had carried out their infiltration here in advance.
Bruce and P5092 had selected an optimal location to be the battlefield this time. Since it was the best terrain, the artificial intelligence could naturally predict they would choose this place as well.
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