The fields were green and the crops had yet to be harvested, and the attractive growth showed Patrick that without the war, the farmers of the Southern Cape would have made a lot of money. Although he kills without blinking, and he doesn't feel anything when he pulls the trigger, Patrick is not a machine after all, and let him choose between normal food and dry rations, and the answer is unquestionable.

It took Hardis's team two days to cross the mountains, and Patrick didn't bother to confirm the good news that the Southern Cape Army, even with the help of the Southerners, would not be able to break through the combined defenses of the Free State and Servitan. This should not be a battle that must be fought for Southern Union, but it is a battle that must be lost, and they are all out of luck in the face of Luo Lian - maybe only temporarily - how can they have time to care.

Unless they plan otherwise. Patrick remembers very well that Southern United still has a trump card in his hand, while Luo Lian's trump card is nothing more than a paper tiger. What's more, Zvado is scheming, and he has no way of knowing what plans TASA and Mead will take.

Frankly speaking, all they can do now is to finish the script of this war step by step, wait for the opportunity to find out what the South Union is secretly doing, and then improvise.

Patrick hates passivity, and it's not good to be led by the nose.

"This is the General Command of the Combine Forces, 794 calls to Task Force Haddes, please reply if you receive it. ”

"Hades 01 received, 794 please speak. Patrick replied.

"According to the report sent back by the front-line intelligence officers, tomorrow at about five o'clock in the morning, the enemy's armored units will pass through the village where you are currently located, and the front-line troops have applied for your squad to ambush these armored units. ”

"Understand, we will deal with the enemy's armored forces. Patrick accepted the request, as maintaining supply lines was so important to their frontline that he could not let the enemy go straight into his own position.

"Thanks to the support, the battle on the front line should be won without a hitch. ”

"Wait a minute, Junoan," said Patrick, "don't push yourself too hard, the troops fighting on the front don't want their commanders to tire out first." ”

“…… Thank you, old immortal, cough ...... hum" Junoan's tone returned to his original seriousness after a brief thank-you, "794 is finished. ”

The setting sun on the horizon stained the clouds a familiar blood-red, and the breeze blew across the brim of Patrick's hat and on the cheeks of the trio. In the evening, it was still early in the early hours of the next day, and although there was no fighting for the past two days, it was always good to rest, and they were not loose in their skeleton.

Walking out of the fields and along the road, a very primitive village emerged. Fired red brick houses are separated by roads, dusty street lamps and telephone poles stand on the dry loess earth, and lights dimmer than twilight sweep past the occasional saloon, all of which sway slowly along the road in the shape of old models. Looking into the courtyards of some people's homes, Patrick could still see tractors, which were antique tools in the current era.

The ragged villagers looked at them with fear, and their gaze gradually piled up, enough to raise the temperature around them by a few degrees. A ball rolls down to G41's feet, and she looks in the direction the ball is rolling and finds a young boy. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and just as the little boy was about to step out of his legs to pick up the ball, his mother grabbed him, led him home, and locked the door.

"Wait...... G41…… What, these people," Noyeru muttered, "we won't hurt them." ”

"It's okay, Noyero," G41 smiled and shook his head, leaving the ball in place, "they're just scared." ”

"I know! I know!

"Is this your first time on the battlefield......?

"Cut, I don't need you to laugh at me!" Noyeru yelled at Patrick.

They circled the village, and Patrick, after making sure that there were no guerrillas in the area, told them all to put away their guns. They went to the village elders in the hope of finding a temporary place to rest.

When the dark-skinned elder saw them, he trembled and repeated a sentence in the local language, asking something urgently.

"Can you translate?" asked Patrick.

"Of course, you wait...... madness replied, "he probably asked if we were from Sevitian or from Southern." ”

"Tell him that we are from Nanlian and are passing by here to find a place to rest for the night. "Let him inform everyone in the village that he is not allowed to leave the house until seven o'clock tomorrow morning, and that's it." ”

The madness truthfully translated to the elder, and the elder shook his head again and again, and kept uttering a monosyllable.

"Can't you?"

"No, he agreed," replied Madness, "and shaking his head here means 'yes.'" ”

What a nuisance, Patrick thought, and thankfully it was over.

The villagers' fear of guns alienated them, and it was this same fear that soon gave them a place to live. The village's routine seemed to be back to normal, but Patrick knew that everyone was terrified.

"You two go and rest. Patrick leaned against the door and said.

"Eh, master, it's better to work in shifts......"

"No, it's an order. ”

Perhaps inadvertently too harsh, neither of his team members had any more intention of disobedience. When you're not a patient person, it's very torturous to watch the stars change little by little at night. But Patrick had no choice but to wait and let the passage of time make him patient.

At four o'clock in the morning, it suddenly began to rain heavily in the sky, and the beating of the rain on everything was the only sound within a radius of several miles. Heavy rain may have prevented the villagers from going out, but it couldn't stop the armoured troops on the move, so it was time for them to leave.

The soaked road surface became muddy, and the heavy rain also reduced visibility. Patrick buried the explosives packets in the road at equidistant intervals, and then arrived at the ambush location and waited. Bone-chilling rain makes muscles tremble, but cold robotic arms don't. Patrick held his rifle and remained motionless in the same position.

"It's coming. After about half an hour, the frenzy gave an early warning of the enemy's appearance, and Patrick also heard the sound of the Southern Union's heavy armored tracks running.

The bobbing enemy unwittingly walked the path of death that Patrick had paved for them, and after scanning for the enemies marked "in place", he detonated the bomb.

The first rays of the morning were lit up by the exploding fire, and sparks erupted as armored units shattered, followed by thick black smoke. After the sound was over, G41 and Noyeru quickly struck to clear the enemy forces that were in the midst of chaos. The armored forces had no ability to fight back, and the soldiers who survived fled to the desert, being wiped out one by one by Patrick, who had been lurking in the shadows.

When the G41 put a bullet into the head of the last person to shoot indiscriminately, there was nothing left of the entire armored force. The attack was likely to cause panic among the Southern Cape and Yugoslav forces, as heavily armed heavy armoured armoured units were wiped out in just ten minutes, ambushed by ghostly squads of unknown numbers. For Patrick, however, it was just an ordinary operation, and it came to nothing.

"Contingent Hadist called the General Command, and the enemy armored forces were annihilated. Patrick reported to Junoan.

"Roger, thank you. ”

"With a show of hands, Hades 01 is done. ”

Patrick cut off the communication. They had to brave the rain to move forward.