Tyre! (VII)

The route from the industrial district to Tyre was only a little wider than the Wengen River, offering the shortest path despite being fraught with danger.

Industrial facilities lined both sides of the road. Though the afterglow of dusk remained, the factories' shadows left the route almost completely dark.

At the narrowest point ahead, where Gogu had besieged the steelworks, the many obstacles left barely enough room for a single Big Stinka to squeeze through.

Beluf watched his scouts linger there for a while. They looked from one side to the other, searching the ground for trigger mechanisms or signs of mines.

So far, they had found nothing, and that began to make Beluf uneasy.

Though they had never fought before, he did not think Yushikin was a foolish opponent. On the contrary, he knew Orks far too well.

In theory, Beluf could have bypassed the industrial district and approached Tyre through more favorable terrain. But Yushikin understood perfectly that no Ork would refuse a victory he was highly likely to win.

So he had thrown himself onto the battlefield, like a child stepping into a boxing ring to challenge a champion.

There might have been a one percent chance of failure, but that champion would never give up that victory because of that one percent, even if it was an insignificant victory.

As he considered this, Beluf noticed that the hastily laid road had been damaged by the constant passage of vehicles. The scouts had marked the width of a Big Stinka on the ground and indicated spots where motorcycles might bounce.

Yet the humans seemed to have left no trace behind, if they had indeed taken this route.

Then the scouts raised their hands, signaling that the passage was safe.

Even after losing an arm, the Kommandoz boss