The next day, just as the first light appeared in the East.
On the dirt road outside Hulmatu Region, a steel tide was rolling forward.
The first to invade the view was the billowing dust, like the prelude to a sandstorm, obscuring the sky.
Next came the low roar of engines, growing louder.
Leading the way were three "Joint Light Tactical Vehicles" painted in desert digital camouflage, equipped with M2HB heavy machine guns, speeding past like a whirlwind, with wheels kicking up stones and smoke.
The machine gunners on the vehicles wore protective goggles and uniform Thunder Defense combat uniforms, scanning the wasteland and low buildings on both sides of the road warily, fingers hovering over the trigger guard.
Following closely behind was the main force of the unending convoy.
Dozens, even hundreds of various military vehicles formed this intimidating armed column—
