Chapter 227: Although more money has been spent, it is a good thing.

At the north of Changjiu Farm, an abandoned town.

Amid the howling northern wind, interspersed with light snow, the roadside branches gently swayed.

Hidden at the edge of the forest, a truck carrying a quadruple anti-aircraft gun aimed its barrels across the snow-covered plains to the north.

And beside the truck, Gray Wolf held binoculars and looked toward the north, his face betraying a hint of urgency as he muttered under his breath.

"This isn't possible…"

Logically, once he fired the signal gun, a hundred-team should have set out from Far Creek Town and rushed to Changjiu Farm to help him fortify the fortress's defense, and reinforcements and supplies would have followed, solidifying the entire "North Suburb" under the control of Chewing Bone Tribe.

However, it was now noon the following day.

Forget about a hundred-team; not a single figure had been spotted coming from the north.

A flicker of irritation crossed Gray Wolf's eyes, feeling as if he had been deceived.