The camp, which had been quiet for a month, suddenly became noisy and chaotic. Supplies buried beneath the snow were uncovered one pile after another, sending fragments of snow swirling through the air. The Wolf Fang Regiment's six hundred men ransacked the nearly undefended camp as if no one else existed.
This thing was good, take it!
That thing was useful, bring it along!
With Jiang Tianqing directing them, the Feather Slayer Squad taking the lead, the Divine Concealment Squad calmly organizing everything, and the rest cooperating, the six hundred men were organized, disciplined, and swift. Even as robbers, they set an exemplary professional standard.
Thus, all the good things in the camp were blatantly exposed, picked over by six hundred people, and finally packed away—the best portion of it all!
At the entrance, a large group of Strategic Department members cursed noisily without pause, yet not one of them stepped forward to stop the six hundred men. What they feared was not only the Wolf Fang Regiment's arrogant style, but also the enormous Black Axe close at hand.
Chu Han maintained a faint smile throughout. He knew very well that six hundred people could only carry so much, so they had to choose the best items. What the Wolf Fang regular army needed most were cold-weather supplies and food. As for things like weapons, the items in this camp might not even be as high-end as what Wolf Fang's Logistics Department had prepared.
"Commander, we've reached maximum carrying capacity." Jiang Tianqing jogged up to Chu Han and reported, glancing from the corner of his eye at the Strategic Department members beside them.
"Stop." Chu Han gave the order, finally pulling the Black Axe free from where it had been lodged at the gate.
What Jiang Tianqing called maximum carrying