The heavens are online now
An hour later—or, more accurately, an hour and a half later.
They really couldn't expect the Somali government forces' artillery crew to be efficient.
The truck towing a 152-millimeter heavy cannon had left the camp stationed at the Fraobi Tribe. After a bumpy ride, it had covered less than half the distance—not even ten kilometers. The whole way, it had crawled along at a snail's pace.
The two Demonesses leaned against each other, their eyelids gradually drooping. As if yawning were contagious, they took turns yawning.
They'd polished off a case of beer and devoured all the braised dishes and fried snacks. Only half a bag of red-skinned peanuts in their shells remained, and Li Bai was picking them out one by one. His patience was wearing thin.
Bazu, on the other hand, was still full of energy after eating and drinking his fill. He was here to rescue his younger sister, who was worth two cows, so he'd made sure to get some sleep beforehand. He was preparing to raid the Huda Tribe that night, and he wasn't sleepy at all.
Bzz! Bzz!
His phone vibrated softly. It was the dead of night, after all, and a notification sound would carry a long way.
Li Bai picked it up and checked. The tardy artillery crew had finally reached their destination, about eighteen kilometers from the Huda Tribe, and were setting up the 152-millimeter heavy cannon.
Since they had only five high-explosive shells, with free shipping, there was no need for an ammunition resupply truck. A lone tow truck hauled the heavy cannon, and the ammunition crates fit right on the truck without taking up much space.
"Let's go!"
Li Bai flicked his hand, signaling Little Demoness Hong Li to pick up the trash scattered