"Dong ~~!" "Dong ~~!" "Dong ~~!"
By the roadside, a soldier was hitting a piece of metal with a wrench. The deafening sound startled dozens of birds from the woods.
Beside him, Zhao Yu was resting under a tree, with five other soldiers, each holding knives, standing next to him.
After a while, one of the soldiers stepped forward and reported, "Commander, three mutants have been spotted!"
Only then did Zhao Yu get up. Turning his head towards the end of the road. Three mutants were sprinting in their direction, lured by the noise.
A smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Yu's mouth. With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Take them down!"
Along with the other six soldiers, they charged at the three mutants.
Working in pairs, one soldier held a metal shield, taking the front position to block the mutants' sharp spikes, while the other, wielding a sharp knife, seized the opportunity when the mutant was distracted by his partner and slashed at it.
