"See that one-armed one?"
"That's Director Lei Zhen's ride, the Black Bear!"
"That six-barreled Spiritual Energy Fire God Cannon on its right arm was taken off a warship!"
"It can level a small hill in one minute!"
"A true meat grinder on land!"
A torrent of steel surged from the hangars, assembling on the wide road.
Han Feng watched the awe-inspiring scene, marveling at the sight.
But a question soon followed.
"Brother Meng, with ground forces this strong, what do they even need us for?"
Han Feng asked, confused.
"Just these few dozen Battle Armors, plus the farm's own guard force... they could probably hold off a small-scale beast tide, right?"
A nearby ground crew chief who was inspecting a tire overheard them and chimed in with a laugh.
"You don't know the whole story, little brother."
The old mechanic patted the Gray Donkey's thick tire.
"These hunks of iron look impressive, but they're too heavy!"
