In the blink of an eye, it was the third day.
Early that morning, several major roads were sealed off. Soldiers lined the streets, and even a few armored vehicles had appeared. The rooftops on both sides and the concealed windows were also dotted with snipers.
The place was under tight security.
"Click!"
A heavy sniper rifle's magazine snapped into place. Two Central Asians dressed in Great Xia military uniforms calmly chewed on beef jerky, with several soldiers' corpses lying beside them.
There was no individual wireless communication yet.
If soldiers were killed and replaced, it was difficult to find out in time.
In their eyes, even the tightest defenses were riddled with holes.
Religion, oil, and the rivalries among the great powers—Central Asia had always been Earth's powder keg.
Though wars raged there frequently, it also produced many outstanding, fearless warriors.
Abbas was one of the best among them.
He had joined the resistance at just seven years old, carrying a rifle into battle against the Government Army.
To him, a gun was like his closest companion.
As long as he had his gun and could keep his distance, even a Legendary powerhouse could meet a bitter end if they let their guard down!
"May the God of Light protect us. Abbas, do you think the convoy will come along this route? There are too many firing positions here!" asked a Central Asian man, licking his lips with slight nerves.
"May the God of Light protect us. Don't worry, Abdul," Abbas said easily. "This isn't our job. Our job is to draw out and eliminate the firepower, helping Lord Atassi and the others withdraw safely once their mission is over. The Lord is with us."
"The Lord is with us," Abdul murmured.
"Don't worry. We can make it back.