The depreciated Qing Consortium currency

As the rear of Position 313 was a vast emptiness, Ren Xiaosu drove all the way south to Stronghold 108 without having any trouble after stealing the truck.

When they were going the other way earlier, it had taken them half an hour just to get their identities verified. Now that all of the soldiers had been deployed to the front lines, only the sentries guarding the firearms and logistics remained behind to prevent spies from sneaking in.

However, this frontline head spy of the Qing Consortium was about to leave instead. He did not even have time to inform Tang Zhou about it.

It was all quiet in the truck. Ren Xiaosu just stepped on the gas the entire way while Chen Wudi, Wang Yuchi, and the others said nothing.

On the road back to Stronghold 108, Ren Xiaosu nearly broke into a cold sweat when they arrived at a checkpoint, in fear that the soldiers here would stop them.