By the roadside, a small mound lay on a hillside.
A flat piece of wood, crudely inscribed with the words "Zhou Tiansheng" using a military knife, was slanted in front of the mound.
Dressed in a green camo, Eighteen stood before the grave, barking twice.
Then, glancing back every few steps, he followed the large troop.
A line of tanks and armored vehicles moved forward.
Intermingled in the troop were some supply vehicles reinforced with thick steel plates.
Following with the large troop, Chen Xing was sitting in the back of a large truck.
In his mind, he sensed his two Beast Tamings.
Both could be summoned at any moment.
This was Chen Xing's weapon, which provided him a slight peace of mind.
In such an environment, only the Beast Taming was the most solid weapon.
Looking through the wide-open doors of the truck's rear at the receding scenery on both sides, the tall trees beside the road continuously fell back.
In the distance, the rolling mountains stretched far away.