Because the mutant forces had collapsed on the front line, the vehicle group led by Mole reached the rendezvous point sooner than expected.
After waiting briefly at the intersection, two Chimera armored vehicles drove over from a nearby block, one behind the other.
A player popped out of the turret and called in Mole's direction.
"This is Chimera-2. We ran into a group of retreating mutant troops on the way and got delayed for a bit."
The vehicle behind it needed no introduction. It was naturally Chimera-4.
Mole nodded and called out to the two armored vehicles.
"Hurry up and catch up. Don't keep our friendlies waiting too long!"
As he spoke, he knocked on the turret and said to the driver inside with him.
"Move out."
The engine started.
Chimera-1, parked in the middle of the road, began moving forward, leading the two armored vehicles behind it into the area the bomber formation had plowed through.
This area was already within the communications blackout zone. Even at fairly close range, their communication channel was still filled with intense static.
So far, the Burning Corps brothers still had not dismantled the jamming base station. The trouble they had run into was probably no small matter.
Several distant explosions and bursts of gunfire echoed through the dense fog. Mole, sticking his head out of the turret, could not help frowning.
Visibility here was too low.
"Big Eyes! Get out and get to work!"
"Okay!"
Several brothers from the Death Corps jumped out from the rear of the armored vehicle.
The same went for the other two armored vehicles. Aside from the human radios left inside, armored grenadiers in exoskeletons filed out, grabbed their weapons, and spread out around the vehicles to stand guard.
Leading the Death Corps brothers ahead of the