On the Road

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The area surrounding the gate of the Three Spirits community was the most intense battlefield. The soldiers stationed there, ordered to defend the entrance at all costs, quickly regrouped and formed a defensive line. They suppressed the enemies, preventing them from advancing.

A large number of rebels, seemingly appearing out of nowhere and apparently drugged, threw themselves forward recklessly, almost suicidally, pushing toward both sides of the entrance gate. They were so determined to advance that they disregarded their lives entirely.

Some of these rebels even strapped bombs to their bodies, rushing forward desperately, getting as close as possible to the entrance groups, and launching almost suicidal charges.

"Advance! Don't let them get close!"

At the last defensive line of the Three Spirits community, Reginald tightly gripped the railing, staring tensely at the large number of enemies approaching from the distance and at his group, trying to give coherent orders in this chaotic situation.

Why were they being attacked? Why had everything turned out this way? How did it come to this? Where did these people come from?

Countless questions swirled in Reginald's mind, but the tragic situation surrounding him left no room for deep thought. He could only push these questions to the back of his mind.

Buzz!

At that moment, Reginald suddenly heard the roar of trucks behind the crowd of rebels at the front, and then two military trucks appeared before his eyes.

Under his incredulous gaze, those trucks completely crushed all their enemies and kept moving forward at high speed.

"They're ours!"

Seeing this, Reginald's eyes filled with joy. With these two military trucks causing chaos among the enemy crowd, they would gain more time to regain control.

But before he could celebrate for long, the smile on his face froze.

Reginald was horrified to realize that after the two military trucks ran over the rebels, they headed straight for the entrance gate.

"Stop those trucks! Don't let them through!"

With no time to think, he immediately ordered the others to shoot wildly at the military trucks, trying to prevent them from advancing.

But the people in the military trucks seemed crazed, hiding beneath the seats like rabbits in their burrows. Despite the rain of bullets, they kept driving forward.

Boom!

The fences were smashed by the military trucks, and the defensive line that the forces had just organized behind the fences was instantly destroyed.

Just as the community soldiers were about to open fire, they were hit by a barrage of supplies thrown from the trucks, delaying their attack. By the time they started shooting, the two military trucks had already distanced themselves.

No matter how much they shot, it was useless—they could only watch as the two trucks sped through the gate into the isolation area.

The newly organized defense point of the Three Spirits community was immediately destroyed, and the rebel army, like sharks smelling blood, surged forward with renewed vigor as if victory were imminent.

On the other hand, the community was in chaos, and the defensive line began to retreat step by step. Fortunately, there were officers among the troops who took command in time, allowing them to hold the line with the few soldiers they had.

At that moment, something fast approached from the sky, and two objects flew towards the enemy crowd. Under everyone's incredulous gaze, two missiles targeted the enemy forces, killing innocents, and suddenly exploded.

Boom! Boom!

"Everyone take cover!"

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Outside the Community Area

Jack painfully straightened up from under the seat, shaking off the glass fragments that had fallen on him. A strong wind blew into the truck through the now windowless frame.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his back. He reached around to touch it and felt a wet sensation on his hand. He pulled it back and looked down—it was covered in blood.

Jack turned his head and saw that the back of his seat was riddled with bullet holes. If he hadn't ducked in time, his combat suit's armor might not have protected him, and he would have been killed.

Then he looked at Emma and the other soldier, who were still obediently hiding beside him, and said, "It's okay, everyone get up."

They hadn't suffered any additional injuries, and Jack's voice brought them back to reality. Emma slowly lifted her head and looked around.

The rain of bullets had terrified her into staying on the ground; she had never experienced anything like this on the battlefield before.

"Is everything okay?"

An unknown man also got up, looking at the seats and the bullet-riddled truck body. He patted his chest, feeling the lingering fear in his heart.

After confirming that they were both okay, Jack instinctively looked at the truck's side mirror, hoping to see what had happened to the other vehicle.

But the side mirror had shattered, so he couldn't see behind him and had no choice but to stick his head out.

When the truck behind him saw Jack poking his head out, it flashed its headlights several times, and then someone urgently waved a hand, signaling they were okay.

Seeing the military truck behind him and receiving the all-clear signal, Jack immediately felt relieved and pulled his head back to drive more seriously.

The military truck sped down the main road but soon turned onto a smaller road at a fork.

Although they had successfully exited the community area, they were still in a dangerous zone and needed to contact their squad as soon as possible.

After all, they were in the middle of a mission, and the explosions from earlier likely required drone assistance. Therefore, sending a report as soon as possible was necessary.

They didn't rush but parked the two trucks on an isolated road, got out, and entered a small office building nearby.

It wasn't that they didn't want to leave; they knew the situation in the surrounding area was likely too dangerous to move for now. They needed to be cautious, so Jack sent the soldier to contact the squad waiting for them.

Emma's injury also meant she might not be able to continue the journey, and her wound needed treatment first.

The group entered the office building through the side door. Jack handed some gauze he had found in the truck to one person and asked them to help Emma remove the bullet and bandage the wound.

He then asked the others to search the office building and took the soldier back to the truck, saying, "I need you to return to the squad as soon as possible, report what happened, and wait."

"No problem, leave it to me."

The soldier, looking at the bullet-riddled trucks, patted his chest to reassure himself and then walked towards the front of the truck.

Jack walked to the back of the vehicle and peeked inside. He quickly saw that the interior was incredibly messy, with packed crates piled up sideways. Originally, the rear was still full when they left the carriage, but now it had been reduced by half.

He reached in and rummaged around, quickly finding some simple maintenance tools and handing them to the soldier.

Then he grabbed a few empty boxes, filled them with food, and carried the boxes into the office building.

Just as Jack was entering the building, the sound of several trucks could be heard in the distance. He quickly ran to the window, hid, and observed the situation outside.

Dozens of military trucks were seen driving down the main road nearby, heading towards the Three Spirits community area.

At the back of the convoy, many heavily armed men followed, either jogging or marching to keep pace, lined up two by two, with no end in sight.

"Who are these people?"

As Jack watched the convoy, a man named Luis approached him at some point and said with a sigh, "They're from the support bases. They must be heading to the base to reinforce the attack."

"So, that community you're from is pretty strong."

"Well, sort of, but in the end, there's always a division of power that prevents us from thriving together. Damn it…"