Four large troop carriers, modified from cargo trucks, could each seat thirty people. It was more than enough to transport the hundred or so personnel, with room to spare for plenty of supplies.
But there was no time left for deliberation. The few Machine Cannons fixed in the outpost's firing ports couldn't be dismantled in time.
One after another, they scrambled desperately onto the troop carriers, cramming themselves onto the narrow benches on either side.
Lin Feng had already directed Chen Yanyan to turn the vehicle and face the iron gate, which was about to open.
Meanwhile, outside the outpost fortress, with the defenders no longer laying down suppressive fire, the rolling Swarm instantly rushed to the base of the walls and began to pile up.
Many Red-Armored Beetles had already scaled the walls and were squeezing through the ten-meter-high firing ports, crawling into the outpost like cockroaches.
