At dawn, a guard yawned in the Flying Star Express camp.
He had stood watch all night and was utterly exhausted. All he wanted was to collapse onto a bed and fall asleep.
The curtain of war had been raised. The entire Fenshui Region had now become a battlefield, a place of turmoil.
Although Flying Star Express was located deep within the Fenshui Area, they did not dare let their guard down.
The highest level of martial law had been activated.
But for a surface company, no matter how high the level, it still depended on the soldiers beneath them to carry it out.
Unfortunately, the soldiers of Flying Star Express were used to slacking off. Even knowing that fighting had already begun, they were not thinking about enforcing martial law. They were thinking about packing up and running.
These people had little loyalty to the company or to Shenghui Group.
Even though Shenghui Group had promised generous rewards to everyone who took part in the fighting—and had fulfilled part of those promises—
when it came to choosing between money and their lives, these people knew perfectly well which to pick.
Thus, after one night, at least a third of Flying Star Express's people had fled. Of those remaining, some were still hesitating, while others were too timid to run.
With the situation like this, the higher-ups tense and the lower ranks ready to flee at any moment, the faint sound of something tearing through the air suddenly rang out overhead.
The guards in the camp looked up and saw several drones appear in the distant sky. They rapidly approached, dropping black specks from beneath their fuselages.
Once the black specks left the drones, flames suddenly appeared behind them, followed by a sharp, shrill howl.
The black specks streaked across