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The truck sped through the barren mountains. The four fuel barrels loaded under the cargo bed clearly showed the strain of the long journey.
Vroom!
The driver skillfully navigated through the dunes, which had changed shape overnight, and the steep slopes that could send anyone tumbling. Only those with ample experience could manage the route they were taking.
The man sitting in the middle glanced at Kang Chan. Perhaps he was curious about what the “God of Blackfield” looked like or maybe simply fascinated to see an Asian out here.
Vroom! Vroom!
Through the side mirror, he could see the rear wheels kicking up sand like water on a puddled road.
They drove for twenty minutes before stopping.
"Park somewhere safe!"
"Oui!" the soldier responded immediately. He parked the truck at the base of a dune.
"We’ll rest for five minutes before heading out again!" Kang Chan shouted.
"Oui!" replied his men.
He then got out of the passenger seat and moved to the back.
Kang Chan’s team consisted of twelve men, himself included. Considering they were assigned to the top point of the triangular formation, they all had every reason to feel proud—except for that bastard Smithen.
"Take five!" Kang Chan ordered, and the soldiers quickly disembarked, taking positions between the dune...
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