South Africa covered 1.22 million square kilometers. Most of its land was unsuitable for agriculture, but it was exceptionally well-suited for wild animals to live and reproduce. Combined with the locals' wildlife protection policies, this land was filled with a primitive atmosphere. When walking across it, encountering any kind of animal on the road was nothing unusual.
Sometimes, a lion might suddenly emerge while you were walking and drag you away. Therefore, outside designated areas, people familiar with the region generally did not get out of their vehicles easily.
Yet at this moment, a group of people had deliberately ignored this rule, swaggering along the road without a care.
Strangely, although they were walking so openly, the cheetahs and hyenas around them that were feeding on corpses seemed not to notice them at all. The group passed straight through the carnivores like ghosts.
Listening carefully, one would find that their feet made not the slightest sound. They truly resembled ghosts in broad daylight.
"Captain, something really doesn't seem right!" Among the group, a woman spoke softly to the one-eyed, middle-aged burly man leading them.
Her accent was delicate, with many syllables in each word, yet they were clearly stuck together. Aside from pauses after particles, almost everything was spoken in a continuous flow. It was obviously the accent of the Red Sun District in the Federation.
The man called Captain nodded when he heard this. The road they had just traveled was littered with metal wreckage, gunpowder, and bullet marks. It had clearly been the site of a major battle, and the hyenas nearby had also been drawn there by the corpses.
However, the signs of battle here were very different from those left by ordinary military engagements.
From the scene, five armored vehicles, three tanks, and two helicopters equipped