Like two earth dragons winding out of the cave, two armed reconnaissance teams led by Clinder took six different models of vehicles to rush out of the unfinished transfer base and galloped along the only highway.

Sitting on the first all-terrain car that was at the forefront, Clinder, wearing a complete dustproof suit, reached out to wipe off the dust accumulated quickly on the dustproof helmet mask, and tried his best to lower his voice and said, "Can I hear my voice test... test...?"

The communicator built into the dustproof helmet immediately heard an extremely clear feedback sound: "The crawler received it!"

“The big horned deer was received!”

“The beekeeper received it!”

"I received the bad temper!"

"Ex-wife received it..."

After turning around and glanced at the five different models of cars behind him, Clinder sighed helplessly: "Okay... God knows why you are taking such strange names - I'm jumping! Don't fall behind, keep the speed! After leaving the visual distance at the transfer base, the beekeeper began to release the bee swarm and listen to radio signals at the same time!"

Amid the sharp and neat response, six vehicles of different models rushed along the road in a flash, but after just over a dozen minutes, the shadow of the transfer base could no longer be seen within the distance. Without waiting for Clinder to order again, the roof of a modified and reinforced medium-sized van in the convoy had suddenly opened. One light four-rotor reconnaissance drone after another swayed out of the car one after another, flew towards the wasteland on both sides of the convoy, expanding the convoy's reconnaissance distance to a range of four or five kilometers on both sides of the road.

Staring at the video data fed back from the reconnaissance drone, two mercenaries sitting in the medium-sized van operating the drone, identifying the occasional suspicious images on the image, constantly feeding the situation into Clinder's ears: "There are some signs of human activity on the ridge on the left side of the road... Well, the traces from a long time ago should be left by the hunter."

"There are traces of bonfires...no value, but also traces from a long time ago...no effective radio signals were heard, only noises...all kinds of noises that sounded like screaming in third-rate brothels in the Caribbean!"

Listening to the mercenaries who were controlling the drone constantly giving back the information they found, Clinder sighed impatiently: "Give me some real materials! This is not going out for camping. Don't be like a girl scout. When you see a beetle, you will scream all day!"

The laughing voice suddenly came from the communicator: "Okay... you are the boss, you have the final say! This is only half an hour away from the transfer base, how can you see the things you want to see? Drive forward for an hour, maybe we can gain something! I sent two drones to follow the road first..."

As he finished speaking, two reconnaissance drones had already passed over the all-terrain vehicle that Clinder was riding and began to search forward along the road. Seeing the deep ruts crushed by heavy trucks on the road, a feeling of uneasiness suddenly appeared in Clinder's mind!

In the battles Clinder has experienced, the IED bomb is undoubtedly the most profound nightmare. In the seemingly unsurprising ruts, press-haired mines modified with abandoned rocket launchers are often buried. In the inconspicuous garbage dumps or animal corpses on the roadside, telephone remote-controlled bombs transformed with large-caliber shells are often hidden. The huge explosion power can even make a heavy armored vehicle explode into the air!

On several occasions, Clinder watched his companion get blown into pieces. The flesh and blood splattered around him even splashed into Clinder's mouth!

Since even the armored vehicles cannot defend against these powerful IED bombs, the all-terrain vehicle I was riding in was almost a mobile coffin made of paper boxes!

After a few dry coughs, Clinder tried to make his voice sound less uneasy: "Bad temper! Come to the front, you will be clearing the way!"

Following Clinder's order, a heavy Volvo truck immediately overtook the front of all vehicles. Accompanied by the beeping of a light motor, two weighted steel beams, fifteen meters long, stretched out from the solid body toward the front of the vehicle. A winch installed in the front of the steel beam turned rapidly, causing more than a dozen thick iron chains installed on the shaft of the hoist to whip the ground frantically, looking like a furious executioner, ruthlessly whipping the poor prisoner.

Momenting the driver to slow down the speed, Clinder finally felt a little relieved as he looked at the heavy truck that was leading the way hundreds of meters ahead of him.

The method of using iron chains to thrust the ground to detonate possible bombs or mines has become widely used during World War II. Although Volvo trucks are definitely not as strong as minesweeping tanks of that year, at least several layers of bulletproof steel plates can more or less resist the scattered shrapnel. As long as you don’t encounter those IED bombs set up for heavy vehicles, the Volvo heavy trucks that come out of mines can support several rounds, right?

Absolutely calculating the speed of the Volvo truck's mine-sweeping forward, Clinder sighed slightly and issued an order again: "The beekeeper and his ex-wife keep up with me! Bighorn deer, reptile, expand the field investigation area, especially those places on both sides of the road where people can hide. I want you to crush them with tires! Don't leave any mistakes. Our boss has a bad temper. You should know this! A bad temper, accelerate! We don't have much time to waste!"

With Clinder's order, a heavy truck and another all-terrain vehicle that had been installed with a break-out corner were immediately separated from the convoy and headed towards an area where drones were detected on both sides of the road, which might have hidden ambushers. The heavy Volvo truck in front of Clinder also significantly accelerated its speed. More than a dozen iron chains whipped the ground frantically, smashing the already dusty road, like a small dust storm moving along the winding highway.

Almost at the same time as Clinder gave the order, on a hillside about five kilometers away from the highway, a black gunman lying on his back, covered with sand and only exposed his eyes, took a breath from the hose hanging in his mouth and squeezed off a signal generator that had already been grasping in his left hand. A few seconds after the black gunman pinched the signal generator, hidden behind the ridge two kilometers away from the black man, under the bushes where the road was invisible, a black man who also hid under the sand while feeling the sudden buzzing sound from his headphones, while also pressing the signal generator tightly in his hand.

Just like the traditional beacon tower used fireworks to convey messages, in just a few minutes, Harbala, who was staying in a reconnaissance vehicle, had already heard the beeping sound from his headphones. Turning his head to look at Tang Guoming standing outside the car, Harbala shouted in excitement: "Boss, they are out!"

Obviously, he had expected the action of sending a reconnaissance team in the transfer base. Tang Guoming's face was still, but his eyes looked in the direction of the construction site: "We are testing, and they are testing too! They are all pretending to be confused when they understand and see, and it depends on who can play the tricks with cleverness..."

After hesitating for a moment, Harbala spoke again and said to Tang Guoming: "Boss, do you want to notify the construction site? It may appear..."

Before Halbala could finish his words, Tang Guoming shook his head firmly: "No! The best performance is that even the actors don't know that they are performing!"
Chapter completed!