The heavy tracks rolled over the concrete, leaving behind a few stark black tire marks.
The overlapping sounds of turning gears joined together, playing a symphony unique to machinery.
When they had first set out, the convoy had numbered only a dozen or twenty vehicles.
But as more and more survivors were taken in by the Expeditionary Force along the way, some of the war chariots purchased from the Galaxy War Chariot Factory had been transported there as well while rescuing and escorting those people.
Now.
There were eighty war chariots of different types—some for transporting troops, some for assaults, and some for central command.
Not only was the scene grand and imposing, but the threat they posed after being combined had also become increasingly difficult to deal with.
Even the spies from Qinggang Shelter who had been watching from the shadows could not help but sweat nervously at this moment.
Whoosh.
Inside the central command vehicle, Feng Long looked up at the window. The Outpost Base no longer resembled the massive construction site it had been when they left. In the reflection on the glass, even he looked much more weathered.
"Things have changed so much in just two months!"
The weathering brought by wind and frost was not the look of old age, but a deep weariness etched into one's face.
The muscles that ought to have relaxed had remained tense every day. Now that he wanted to relax them, he had forgotten how.
As the convoy moved forward, the scenery around them changed.
Feng Long froze slightly, and the surprise in his eyes grew more and more intense.
Only those who had experienced the desolate regions could understand how precious liveliness truly was.
Compared with two months ago, the Outpost Base now looked as if it had