He looked up at the sky, seeing multiple black dots turning into streaking meteors, hurtling toward their location!
"Move aside! It’s a mortar!"
Bill Hawke shouted desperately, then lunged towards a nearby rock.
In the next second, dozens of shells landed precisely around the crowd, exploding with a deafening roar, the mortars erupting with blinding flames.
The armed personnel brought by Bill Hawke were momentarily stunned by the ferocious barrage, suffering heavy casualties.
Lang Liefeng was dumbfounded; this kind of mortars’ overwhelming strike—their sand bandits attacking armed convoys had never encountered mortar fire before!
Where did these mortars come from?!
With his extensive combat experience, Bill Hawke, having evaded the first wave of shelling, immediately identified the mortar position by the trajectory of the bombing.
As his gaze shifted over, sure enough, he saw black figures densely packed into an armed force on the distant dunes.
"It’s the Apocalypse Society! Open fire!"
A thunderous yell erupted from Bill Hawke’s throat, and hearing this, the armed personnel of the convoy immediately organized a firing assault.
They decisively launched a counterattack at the armed personnel in the distance!
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Time rewinds to a short while earlier.
Bode had already led his people to the eastern direction where the sand bandits resided. On the dunes, where everyone could be hidden, Bode ordered his personnel to spread out, surrounding all members of the security team.
They set up watchposts around to monitor every move of the sand bandit encampment below.
At the same time, once the personnel dispersed, they became one firepower point after another.
Once they saw the Apocalypse Society members making contact with the sand bandits, the security team could catch them off guard.
Bode and his team had barely settled into position when they saw a group of armed personnel slowly approaching the sand bandit encampment.
"Sir! There’s an armed formation approaching!"
Upon hearing Erin’s reply, Bode swiftly raised the binoculars to gaze into the distance.
Indeed, he saw a well-equipped armed formation making contact with the sand bandits, and their leader seemed to be conversing with the leader of the bandits.
Bode squinted, carefully scrutinizing the opponent’s military equipment, secretly feeling alarmed.
Is this the Apocalypse Society? Could they have such sophisticated equipment?
All equipped with fully automatic rifles, traces of RPG rockets, and even wearing bulletproof vests.
No matter how it looked, it didn’t seem like the kind of equipment a cult like the Apocalypse Society would have.
But the intelligence they received indicated that the Apocalypse Society intended to make contact with the sand bandits to escape this place.
If not people from the Apocalypse Society, who else could they be?
As Bode’s heart was filled with suspicion, the question from his subordinate reached his ears: "Sir, should we open fire?"
"No rush, the identity of these people is still unresolved. Firing rashly would be too reckless." An indescribable feeling welled up in Bode’s heart, his intuition telling him not to open fire now. With that sophisticated equipment, rashly firing would undoubtedly cause the security team tremendous losses.
The radio also carried Liu San’s gentle voice: "Sir, something seems off.
Are these people from the Apocalypse Society? Their equipment is top-notch, comparable to our security team’s gear.
Where did these cultists from the Apocalypse Society get such fine equipment?"
Erin’s pupils contracted under the sunlight, her snake-like eyes gradually changing. Listening to Liu San, she flicked her forked tongue and said: "Don’t forget, there are two big figures from the Apocalypse Society here. I feel they are indeed from the Apocalypse Society, and these well-equipped armed forces are here to protect the two important figures of the Apocalypse Society.
Sir, if we don’t open fire now, when they enter the sand bandit’s encampment, it will be even harder to fight."
There was some truth in Erin’s words; the major figures of the Apocalypse Society were deserving of such formidable armed personnel for protection.
Yet, an ominous feeling lingered in Bode’s heart. Facing the questioning eyes of his subordinates, Bode waved his hand and said: "Hold on, don’t fire yet. Their identity isn’t confirmed; if a misunderstanding occurs, firing impulsively could lead to a chain reaction..."
Bode was not the reckless type. Without confirming the opponent’s identity, he didn’t want to fire recklessly.
If the armed personnel below weren’t from the Apocalypse Society, the security team’s rash firing could invite unnecessary trouble!
To be the captain of the security team, Bode had to have rational thinking and wouldn’t let short-term interests and achievements cloud his judgment.
However, Bode didn’t notice the few crows circling in the sky that clearly heard his conversation with his subordinates.
The crows let out a screech, seemingly displeased with Bode’s hesitance to attack.
Though eager to fire and catch them off guard, Erin held back upon hearing Bode’s decision.
The team continued to lie in wait, watching.
Bode saw the sand bandit leader and the armed group’s leader continuously conversing, and his sense of uncertainty deepened.
Bode’s intuition told him there was definitely something off below; the situation was by no means as straightforward as he thought.
Bode immediately ordered seriously: "Nobody fire without my command. Something isn’t right—I suspect the people below aren’t from the Apocalypse Society at all..."
Just as Bode finished his words, a sudden bombardment rang out from afar behind him, jolting Bode as he swiftly looked up, his mechanical eye contracting.