The convoy traveled across the vast desert.
Behind them, the convoy dragged along a force of seven to eight hundred n.
Among this force of seven to eight hundred n, only around 200 were well-equipped, exuding the aura one would expect from battle-hardened soldiers.
These were the absolute elite mbers of the Apocalypse Society’s Blackthorn Guard.
The remaining few hundred n only held the simplest of weapons, like AK47s made in small workshops.
There was excitent and anxiety on their faces.
These people were just ordinary followers from the Ninth Special Zone.
Driven by their loyalty and fervent faith in the Master of Revelation, they followed the lead of two Yellow-robed Priests, leaving the safe zone and venturing into the depths of the desert to reclaim the military supplies needed to launch the holy war for the Master of Revelation.
The vehicles of the entire convoy had been pre-arranged by the Apocalypse Society; after all, in this desert, without vehicles to transport the troops, by the ti they reached the sand bandits’ gathering place...
Not to ntion if all the flowers had withered, just the dangers encountered on the road would be enough to kill the vast majority of soldiers.
They might not even reach the sand bandits before the entire team faced annihilation.
As they got closer to the coordinates of the sand bandits, Zhou Shaoyang’s eyes flickered with excitent. This place was far enough from the Ninth Special Zone for him to experint with his little treasure!
These sand bandits were the perfect experintal materials.
"I always have a bad premonition in my heart," Arabic said to himself slowly, looking at the distant sky filled with yellow sand.
Hearing Arabic’s words, a trace of disdain flashed in Zhou Shaoyang’s eyes, and he said calmly, "Just a bunch of bandits; under the absolute might of my Apocalypse Society, they are nothing more than re chaff!"
"May the Master of Revelation bless us!" Arabic prayed devoutly.
Approaching the target point of the sand bandits, the vehicles stopped as per Zhou Shaoyang’s arrangents, and a few followers imdiately set up mortars at this location.
Five mortars, brought over with extre effort from other branches of the Apocalypse Society, with only 50 shells, were incredibly precious.
They were the absolute foundation of the Apocalypse Society.
Arabic felt relieved that these weapons were hidden outside the city of the Ninth Special Zone in advance, and not stored in the treasury of the Apocalypse Society; otherwise, they would have been taken along with other treasures in the treasury by that damn Special Operations Departnt!
The Special Operations Departnt taking treasures from the treasury would not be so kind; when the holy war was launched, everything taken by the Special Operations would be rightfully retrieved by the Apocalypse Society!
This place was already near the sand band’s gathering area. Going further, the car engines could easily alert the sand bandits’ headquarters, prompting Arabic and Zhou Shaoyang to discuss a strategy.
Zhou Shaoyang would oversee here first, while Arabic, as a Yellow-robed Priest, personally led 50 Blackthorn Guard mbers to scout ahead and report back via walkie-talkie.
Arabic had a persistent sense of unease, which is why he suggested this; he had little confidence in Zhou Shaoyang’s personal abilities.
The son of the Judging Priest was highly accomplished in research, but unfortunately, he was too reckless and arrogant in social and professional matters.
Entrusting him with tasks made Arabic worry about unforeseen complications, so he felt it was better to handle things himself.
As he proceeded forward, after less than 20 minutes, Arabic suddenly saw a group of silhouettes using binoculars at a high vantage point, instantly alarming him.
It turned out to be a group of fully ard personnel!
The opponents even had RPGs, such heavyweight equipnt!
This scene sent a chill through Arabic’s heart. What was going on?
Could it be that their operation was leaked? Was this group here to ambush them?!
At this mont, the chill in Arabic’s heart continued to rise.
Yet, suddenly, he felt sothing was off. Adjusting his binoculars, he looked directly ahead to the lower area where the sand bandits’ base was situated; there he saw another group of ard personnel interacting with the sand bandits, evidently having a good relationship.
After careful observation, Arabic finally noticed that the ard personnel ahead of them bore the insignia of the Security Team on their outfits.
It’s the Security Team?!
Could the Security Team be here to suppress the bandits?!
Isn’t the Security Team only responsible for maintaining security within the city? How did they end up here to tackle bandits?
And who are the people below?
Arabic cald himself and observed closely, discovering that the upper-level Security Team seed to be on the verge of a clash with the sand bandits and the unknown ard personnel contacting them below.
Yet they forcibly restrained themselves.
Arabic watched the ard personnel below, and a bold idea suddenly sparked in his mind. Could it be that the ard personnel interacting with the sand bandits are from the Tasting Comrce Association? Could the Tasting Comrce Association be planning to transfer these military supplies?
Damn it, if that’s true, the Apocalypse Society might have no choice but to intervene!
Because if the Apocalypse Society doesn’t make a move, once these military supplies are taken away, how could they launch a holy war? What a load of nonsense!
The Apocalypse Society would have no chance!
A thought surged in Arabic’s mind: What if the Security Team and those below turn on each other, like dogs fighting among themselves?
Because he noticed that the Security Team seed unacquainted with the ard personnel below, their guns were aid downward.
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