"Da da ~~~!"
A burst of gunfire rang out from the stronghold.
Subsequently, the two front off-road vehicles were riddled with bullets.
"Retreat!"
Zhao Yu quickly shouted.
The entire troop rapidly retreated, backing up over a hundred meters to a gentle slope to avoid the enemy's line of fire.
Five were injured, but no one was dead.
"Damn it, I haven't even started, and they've already opened fire!"
Zhao Yu hadn't expected the people in the stronghold to be so bold. Even after he mentioned he was from the Reed Group, they still dared to fire.
This taught him a lesson: in the wilderness, everywhere there are mobs.
Zhao Yu took out a bioscope and observed the stronghold again. He noticed that the outer walls of the stronghold were made from trees on the spot.
There were some gaps between the wood, through which the people inside the stronghold were sticking out their guns.