The Wisdom of Mortals... (1)

Beijing City, West.

North of the Ye Sanpo Forest.

After a long journey, the military convoy finally arrived at their destination.

The three trucks were almost completely dyed red.

Chen Yu, Duan Ye, and Bahuang Yao were also in a sorry state.

"This is it, right?"

Standing in the open space in the forest, Chen Yu looked around. "It's very flat and suitable for storing materials. It should have been cleared out by a martial mage in advance."

The nine soldiers jumped out of the vehicles. Without any nonsense, they opened the green cloth and began to dismantle the high-explosive shells on the vehicles.

"F*ck, are all these three vehicles loaded with shells?" Duan Ye circled around the three trucks and was shocked. "How large-scale military exercises are they going to have to conduct?"

The soldiers did not reply. They just lowered their heads and carried the shells.