Northern region, noon.
Qing Clan e1923 Reconnaissance Battalion was moving through the wilderness. Wearing the most advanced exoskeleton armor, they leaped through the mountains like oversized grasshoppers, swift and highly mobile.
Some carried simple radio sets on their backs, maintaining communication with the rear command post.
These radios had all been mass-produced. It seemed the Qing Clan forces had long prepared for the possibility of satellites being destroyed.
It was not that the old man on Ginkgo Mountain had foreseen this moment through fate. In modern warfare, this was simply an inevitable step.
Over the radio, the battalion commander quickly reported, "We have approached Production Base No. 2394. No abnormalities discovered so far."
Someone replied over the radio, "Continue reconnaissance."
Thirty minutes later, the battalion commander suddenly noticed something strange in the forest ahead. The muddy ground was covered in huge, chaotic beastman footprints, and the trees bore claw marks.
"Stay alert!"
The reconnaissance battalion continued forward. When they emerged from the forest, everyone saw blood everywhere in the breeding base ahead—sheep bones, cattle bones, horse bones, and even human bones.
The farmhouses of the production base had collapsed, and even the Metal Storms in the base had been smashed apart.
Looking at that horrifying scene, the soldiers found it hard to imagine what could have created such a disaster.
But just then, low growls came from behind them. Every soldier turned around, only to see countless wolf soldiers surrounding them, watching them with predatory eyes.
Before communications had been severed, this production base had sent out an alarm claiming it was under attack by unknown creatures.
The reconnaissance battalion had come to investigate, never expecting that those unknown creatures had just finished feeding and had not yet all left.
"Open fire!" the battalion commander roared.
But every one of