Pan Yifu was very curious about what Qu Jianlei was doing, but his priority was to ensure that he completely destroyed the Artillery Position.
As a veteran, he knew very well how necessary it was to obscure battlefield information.
As long as the situation at the positions was not reported, the Space Pirates would first have to find out what had happened there before they could react. That took time, and time was the most precious thing on a battlefield.
When he quickly reached another position, he was dumbfounded. Why were there only two cannons left out of ten, with barely any shells remaining? As he stood there in confusion, a figure flashed into view—a person wearing a hood.
Seeing him appear, Qu Jianlei inwardly sighed. Sigh, why did you get here so quickly? Pan Yifu paid no attention to the other man's mood and immediately asked, "Where are the cannons and shells?"
"Of course they were taken away," Qu Jianlei replied casually, suppressing the frustration in his heart. "The Pioneering Group lacks heavy firepower."
Pan Yifu was even more stunned. "Those cannons and shells... how many people came here?"
Those large-caliber cannons had already been designed with shortened gun bodies and barrels, and high-quality alloys had been used to reduce their weight, but they were still far from light.
Each cannon weighed over ten tons. If carried by hand alone, it would take at least twenty Modified Warriors.
The shells were not light either.
In such a short time, eight cannons and so many shells had been silently moved away, without leaving any traces of transport vehicles...
Pan Yifu simply could not imagine how many experts the other man had at his side.
Well, Item-Storing Talismans could be used, but eight cannons would require at least eight talismans, not