Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty-Five: How on Earth Do We Fight This?

Gao Yang's legs had gone weak, scared out of his wits.

Gao Yang wasn't afraid of being killed by the planes; he was now worried about Frey and Lucica, as well as Ivan and Sergei, who currently had no ability to act. If they were left in the vehicle unable to move, wouldn't they just be sitting ducks?

Nate was the commander, and unless necessary, Gao Yang was very careful not to issue orders on the joint mission's public frequency, but now he could not care too much anymore. He bellowed into the intercom, "Get the wounded out of the vehicle, quick."

The first plane had already adjusted its angle and was diving towards them from a height of no more than two hundred meters.