Blood Battle at the Wengen River (I)

Looking out from this position, they could easily see where the enemy transport had left the battlefield.

Ahead lay a forty-meter stretch of flattened interlocking fence and broad tracks plowed through the muddy ground, charging straight toward the road. Exhaust smoke still lingered in the gentle breeze.

The bikers on motorcycles were the first to reach the crater inside the fence. Limp Luo was still a hundred meters from the scene.

Heavy motorcycles kept rushing past on both sides, continuing the fight against the remaining enemies in the shelters. The distinctive shrill firing of their front-mounted machine guns occasionally drowned out the clatter of rifles.

This had only been a simple skirmish. A handful of humans had been defending a granary. They were not regular troops, but local militia trying to save as much grain as possible.

But after breaching the fortress, Limp Luo had raced north at tremendous speed. The militiamen had not even managed to move half the grain before the vanguard bikers tangled with them.

Worse still, this batch of bikers was personally led by Limp Luo.

"Up ahead!"

Leaping over the shattered fence, Limp Luo had initially thought the fleeing transport had simply charged down the slope. But fifty meters later, they came upon a set of freshly churned wheel tracks leading east toward an expansive forest.

By the time the follow-up troops reached the uneven ground and caught up, the quasi-warlord and his attendants had nearly reached the burning granary.

But Limp Luo barely waited for them. His eagerness drove him to accelerate sharply.

That eagerness did not merely spread among his boys and show itself in battle—it also showed in the way he flew through the open ground toward Tyre.

Tyre was close now. He could already imagine what a glorious victory it would