The convoy made their way past through the obstruction scene.
Engine hums steadied on the approach; the tracks and tires eating their way through the mud and dirt.
The Guardian APCs calmly rolled over, barely a tilt on its body.
Big Rhino and the other Vanguard MBTs cracked in the radio; their voices filled with complaints and curses.
The armored SUV remained calm all throughout the journey. From the clear window, Hans observed everything.
Organized enough to set traps, he thought. This is no ordinary raider party.
He shifted his vision back at the Radar map. Barely any red dot flickered on the five-kilometer radius coverage.
The main raider group is far from here, Hans frowned. But what is their purpose for setting up such a trap far from their base?
He gazed at the truck that had been forcefully set aside on the corner of the road.
The container has been dislodged from the cabin; long and high enough to bar vision of the road and whatever was behind it.
