Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

The northwest?

That's the direction they came from, toward the Wind-Eroded Cave.

Not long after Bai E's voice rang out, someone raised a question over the comms, "You can hear what's behind while on the flank? You think you're better than those scouts?"

Bai E's brows knitted lightly, but before he could speak, another voice took over.

"Understood," the calm voice of Team 1's captain came through the headset, issuing tactical orders, "Ka Ruigan, Tiger, your teams move back and get ready for support, but also be wary of possible attacks from your direction, don't rule out a feint."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Then Team 1's captain continued to inquire over the comms, "Scouts, have you noticed any movement from behind?"

The five rear scouts exchanged glances, highly uncertain of their own judgment.

They truly hadn't heard anything, after all, the wind on this wilderness buried a lot of noises, and their lack of focus might be another reason.

Yet that officer who had created a miracle and driven away the demons seemed certain that there were "people" behind...

"Speak!" The voice of Team 1's captain was somewhat stern.

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Compelled by the harsh voice, after a moment of hesitation, the scouts decided to report according to their own judgment, "Currently, no targets detected…"

"Wait!"

Another scout, after being reminded, focused and felt as if he had heard some unexpected noise.

"Seems like... there is indeed some noise, like a vehicle."

"Eight vehicles," Bai E said gravely.

"You again…"

"Harold! Shut up!"

"..."

The voice of Team 1's captain was steady, "Leave two people up front, everyone else move back, get ready for combat!"

Besides two off-road vehicles leading the way up front and two warriors from Team 1, all the other soldiers were nearly all moving toward the back of the team.

The team kept moving forward, but the hearts of the soldiers in the radio frequency channel were involuntarily racing.

As the other party drew closer, almost all the scouts could hear the increasingly distinct roaring from behind.

The five scouts tightly clutched their guns, nervously looking in the direction behind them.

Was something unexpected approaching?

Human? Or some kind of enemy?

Of course, even if they were humans, they were not necessarily friendly.

The so-called "warlords" wandering the wilderness also liked to capture humans to serve as soldiers or slaves when they had the chance.

In any case, it was an era of extreme chaos.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble~"

Beneath the trembling roar that sounded like the oldest diesel tractors, eight beat-up cars that seemed like they could fall apart at any moment began to appear in the view of the soldiers approaching from behind.

"It's really eight…" A soldier's gaze became hollow, involuntarily glancing towards his teammates.

["Lucky Strike" charge +1.]

Bai E didn't make another sound, only staring intently at the green figures crammed into the eight small cars with a heavy gaze.

A bunch of muscular green brutes were squeezed onto relatively small cars, creating a constant sense of danger that the vehicle could be crushed at any moment.

Body sizes varied, but even the skinniest among them was bigger than the most muscular human in the team, not wearing a stitch of armor.

Great swathes of green muscle were exposed, many parts smeared with oil paints in graffiti that seemed to carry some meaning.

Only a few individuals had steel helmets of different designs, awkwardly perched on their heads, painted in vivid, colorful patterns.

Round helmets, face guards, horned helmets... they varied widely, including the weapons in their hands.

If those imaginative, creative implements, adorned with numerous teeth, spikes, and even small motors, could be called weapons at all.

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Orcs.

This was the first time Bai E had seen the orc race up close.

"It's orcs!"

"Forty-five of them!"

The voice of the scouts in the channel clearly carried a hint of panic.

These were the most unpredictable and belligerent beings.

They were warlike and insane, with no concept of fear.

Most importantly, there were more of them than us!

Humans typically kept their distance and approached orcs with caution, yet now, while escorting this refugee convoy, they had stumbled upon these creatures.

"Look at the dominant color of their paint, they are divided into many clans internally," said an "expert" familiar with orcs in Team 1 who hadn't completely moved to the back, remotely directing over the comms.

"They have red and white on their bodies, and primarily red paint on their firearms."

"What about the vehicles?"

"Yellow... golden yellow."

"Do you see any distinct marks or symbols on them?"

"There seems to be... a tooth on the paint of the cars?"

"We're in luck..." a member of Team 1 exhaled in relief over the comms, "It must be orcs from the Fu Yue Clan. I've dealt with them before; they're the only clan among the orcs that might be able to communicate normally. Don't attack, I'm on my way."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om