Fortunately, the bolts were slow in flight. They were barely subsonic. Hitting a fast-moving vehicle wasn’t easy.1

Oge’s mind flashed to a solution. He grabbed the radio and rattled orders into the channel.0

At his command, eight jeeps dropped their tails and surged ahead of the infantry, zigzagging in serpentine S tracks across the flats.0

Billowing dust and what looked like deliberate exhaust not only masked the convoy’s movement but also gave the charging infantry a screen.0

Staring at the rising wall of grit ahead, Midnight Pubg swore under his breath.0

So Old White hadn’t been kidding. Those Mutant Humans weren’t simple at all. They adapted fast on the fly and even knew how to throw smoke for cover.0

It did, to a degree, spoil the Jungle Corps’s aim.0

But…0

The green-skinned muscleheads clearly had not expected trouble to come from beneath their feet.1

Because all their attention was forward, they did not notice the ground below. The Mutant Humans at the tip of the charge quickly face-planted,...0