Lin Mo paid no attention to the soldiers' astonished looks. He rolled his shoulders slightly, feeling the heavy "sense of security" weighing on him.
Without another word, he set off running toward the front.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Every step he took made the ground give a dull thud.
His Second Order body, strengthened by the Life Fruit, not only bore the hundred and fifty kilograms of gear without buckling, but carried him at a speed far beyond that of an ordinary person.
The four guards assigned to protect him had only just passed through the Portal and put on their equipment. Before they could catch their breath, they saw the man they were protecting turn into a whirlwind of steel and leave them in the dust.
"What the...!"
A young guard stared dumbfounded.
"After him! Fucking catch up!" Wu Suowei's face turned green as he snatched up the equipment on the ground and shouted,
"Commander Lin, slow down! Wait for us!!"
Carrying several crates of spare ammunition for Lin Mo, the guards ran with every ounce of strength they had, chasing his figure through the moonlight.
Three kilometers away.
The soldiers of the First Artillery Platoon and Second Assault Platoon were advancing toward the frontline battlefield at a forced march.
Underfoot lay unfamiliar, soft soil, and the air was filled with a strange mixture of blood and vegetation.
The two large, bright moons overhead constantly reminded them that this was another continent.
Even as they marveled, they remained vigilant, their muzzles pointed outward, ready for a surprise attack from any direction.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
A series of heavy, rhythmic thuds came from behind them, rapidly drawing closer.
The soldiers instinctively looked back.
A figure charged out of the woods behind them.
When they saw who it was, all the soldiers