To obtain supplies, they had to travel over a thousand kilometers away to hunt for prey, and the water sources in those areas had all been poisoned as well. The Iron Blood Brotherhood had not had time to clean them up, and poisoned fish and shrimp floated across the lakes.
Under such circumstances, they did not believe the enemy had any way to launch an immediate attack. When the enemy retreated to search for food and water, they had even considered taking the initiative and catching them off guard.
With that mindset, every member of the Iron Blood Brotherhood wore excited, smug expressions. They felt no fear at all—only anticipation.
Two hours later.
Lu Yang returned to the Shekou Defense Line. By then, the position had become a cluster of fortresses. Bunkers covered both mountains, and a five-hundred-meter-wide mountain pass lay between them. A gigantic concrete structure, eighty meters tall, five hundred meters wide, and two kilometers long, blocked the road.
This was the central fortress and the core area for resisting the enemy this time. The five-hundred-meter-wide flat ground in the middle was where the enemy would attack.
"Move, move! Everyone, get ready! This is not a drill!" Fei Yang shouted into a radio from atop the fortress. When he saw Lu Yang, he waved forcefully.
Lu Yang jumped down from the dragon's head and walked over to Fei Yang with a smile. "I know what you want to ask. I've reached the third rank. Keep it confidential."
Fei Yang let out a breath of relief and pointed at the red glow in the distance. "Is that a sign the enemy is coming?"
Lu Yang nodded. "They could come at any time. Are you confident?"
Fei Yang snorted smugly. "Five kilometers behind the defense line is our heavy artillery