In order to deal with those small aircrafts, Gold Fang pretty much handed over all the 10mm heavy machine guns to the clan's craftsmen for modifications.0

However, someone was currently telling him that all of those… were gone?0

"..." Faced with the grim reality, Gold Fang was at a loss as he fell into long silence.0

He could still remember how Dillon had firmly assured him that they would only sacrifice at most 10 tanks to secure Dawn City's industrial zone and farmlands before their departure. 0

Exchanging limited equipment for unlimited supplies was a guaranteed, profitable deal.0

However, they had never even seen a trace of Bluestone County, let alone Dawn City, and artillery shells were already falling into their stronghold!0

Gold Fang's clenched teeth gradually emitted a grinding sound. His chest began to heave as he squeezed out a string of bitter curses through his gritted teeth, "These bunch of good-for-nothings! Where’s Dillon?! That idiot, where is he now?! Tell him to come see me!"1

Listening to the thunderous roar of curses, the trembling aide dared not breathe as he knelt on one knee, fearing the wrath that could befall him. He hastily and nervously spoke in a quivering voice, "I–I don't know... We were near the foot of the mountain...0