Everyone was deeply reluctant. These were weapons they had captured from HYDRA with great difficulty, and they were clearly far more advanced than the Allied heavy weapons. Being forced to abandon them like this made their hearts bleed.
Bucky looked to Steve, hoping he might have an idea. Steve frowned deeply, equally at a loss. To be honest, he also wanted badly to bring these weapons back. He believed they would greatly help advance Allied technology.
Seeing Bucky look over, Steve understood what he was thinking. He racked his brains but could find no solution. The valley stretched for nearly two kilometers; it was basically impossible to get the tanks and armored cars through. In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly.
Everyone wore dejected expressions, hearts aching at the loss. Only Chen Mo stood calmly to one side, preparing to set off again once they had rested.
Chen Mo truly did not think much of these HYDRA Tanks and armored cars. The HYDRA under his control possessed much more advanced technology. The equipment before them had all been phased out by Chen Mo and tossed to the rebel base that was preparing to abandon them—simply making use of scrap and concealing the truth.
Steve spotted the composed Chen Mo, and his eyes lit up as he hurried over.
"Master, how can we drive these tanks back? It'd be such a shame to leave them here!"
Chen Mo gave Steve, whose face was full of unwillingness, a helpless glance. You're treating this pile of junk like treasure?
But he really could not say that. After all, he was now on the Allied side. Since his disciple had asked, he could no longer pretend not to know.
"Where's the sword I gave you?" Chen Mo asked irritably. He had