This is a determination to continue acting as lackeys for those "yellow-skinned monkeys."
Sani was so furious he could almost explode, cursing at Omar’s back, "Idiot, we’ve already left the town. Just a bit further and soone will et us. Why are you going back?!"
Omar paid no attention to his yelling, rely glanced blankly at the sky before continuing to run toward the camp.
Sani instinctively looked up at the sky as well, and his face instantly turned pale, a chill running from his head to his feet.
A drone hovered at about a hundred ters high, its cara like a cold eye, staring intently at them—trying to escape as "basic labor force."
It’s over! Everything is over!
"Run! Run! Going back now is a dead end, we can only keep running!"
Sani shouted hoarsely, using his last bit of strength to keep sprinting toward outside the town. His only hope now was that his accomplices in the nearby towns would arrive in ti to help them.
Four or five kiloters from Avoni Town, the roar of machinery approached from afar.
A few crudely modified wheeled tractors led the way, followed by sixty or seventy various vehicles, forming a mighty convoy, aggressively heading toward Avoni Town.
Zhou Qingfeng had thought of "improvised oil refining," and naturally, others had too.
However, others hadn’t prepared as thoroughly as he had, specifically spending money to purchase several relatively professional refining devices in advance.
But this didn’t stop them from using more primitive thods—after all, what makes "improvised" is its simplicity.
Atmospheric dry distillation is not high-tech; instead, it’s very simple.
A semi-enclosed fuel barrel could serve as a refining kettle, and a few twisted pipes could cobble together a condenser.
Guo Yi and his people managed to devise an "improvised oil refining" thod that could roughly separate kerosene, gasoline, and diesel, with the refined oil appearing relatively clear.
But Lynch’s group clearly lacked this technology; their refined oil was pitch black, with unbelievably poor quality.
But that didn’t matter, as long as it could be used, it was better than nothing.
Five wheeled tractors billowed thick black smoke, clattering swiftly over bumpy roads, surprisingly fast.
Their gigantic wheels had unexpectedly good off-road capabilities, with key parts like the cab and engine welded with thick steel plates, looking odd yet exuding an end-of-world wasteland intimidation.
Behind the modified tractors followed a line of Pika cars reinforced with steel plates, their bodies also roughly welded with steel, making ordinary bullets difficult to penetrate.
So car fronts were decorated with grim skulls, others had bodies covered in bizarre graffiti, and so even had simple fla-throwing devices installed on the roof.
They looked like a group of primitive people fond of body war paint, deliberately making various bizarre appearances to scare opponents.
Lynch sat in a blood-red-painted Pika, holding a walkie-talkie, excitedly commanding:
"Deploy our drones, thoroughly search for those yellow-skinned monkeys’ caras and remote machine guns. Destroy any targets you find!
Oh, and we also have chanical dogs, let those iron lumps lead the way as mine-clearing cannon fodder—never underestimate those yellow-skinned monkeys; it’s best if we can eliminate them all!"
The entire assault convoy had about three to four hundred people, almost encompassing more than half of the survivors around Avoni Town.
Many survivors joined seeing their large numbers, hoping to fish in troubled waters, thinking the massive action would ensure they wouldn’t suffer losses, and they might even get a share of the spoils.
At this mont, Zhou Qingfeng sat in the command center within the town, handing over command to Lin Anquan, who had just arrived yesterday.
"In solo fights, none of you are my match; but in battlefield command, I am not yours. This battle will be commanded by you. I’m willing to just be a soldier."
Beside him, Xiao Jinlang shot Zhou Qingfeng a glance, "With here to watch, don’t think about rushing to the front line."
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