In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

Richard's expeditionary force returned to the Hamburg camp.

In the wind and snow, this once mighty and imposing group now resembled a crippled stray dog ​​with its teeth pulled, utterly lifeless.

Richard opened the car door and stepped out.

His left arm was in a splint and draped around his neck with a bandage.

The tactical vest had several holes in it, and dried bloodstains clung to the stiff fabric.

The wounded soldiers were carried off the trucks, their cries echoing across the open ground.

Medical personnel ran around, carrying stretchers toward the underground bunker.

"Take a headcount. Move the empty crates from the armory. Have the uninjured men guard the perimeter wall."

Richard gave a hoarse explanation and then stopped looking at the wounded.

He trudged through the snow and headed straight for the entrance to the command post.

In this battle, the Hamburg camp suffered heavy losses of its elite troops.

The number of casualties among ordinary mercenaries is still rising sharply.

One of the third-tier awakened beings was killed or wounded, and more than half of the second-tier awakened beings were killed or wounded.

It's fair to say that the Hamburg camp wouldn't have recovered in just a few months.

Matthew, also dragging his missing left arm, walked towards us.

"Boss... the detailed casualty statistics are out."

Matthew, his voice hoarse, handed over a list of battle damage.

Richard didn't even glance at it.

He shoved Matthew aside and headed straight for the leader's office deep in the corridor.

"Hold the outside tight and don't see anyone."

"Bang!"

The metal door slammed shut.

Richard's legs went weak, and he slumped into the leather chair behind his desk.

His wounds all over his body had burst open, and blood was seeping out of his combat uniform.

But he didn't care at all.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his fingertips tapped the table repeatedly.

"Power on."

Upon issuing a voice command, a holographic projection device pops up from the center of the desk.

A deep blue light shone.

The real-time data from the Global Awakeners channel began to scroll.

On the screen, the situation of alienation and disaster in various war zones is constantly being updated.

Richard raised his hand and swiped the screen to directly switch to a secondary module.

Battle report of the Great Xia Warcraft Legion.

To prevent excessive panic in the areas along the route, the official Da Xia government specifically enabled the sharing of the movement trajectory of this hundred-headed Tier 3 Hellhound legion.

Richard stared intently at the red trajectory line.

The trajectory shows that the Great Xia Legion has just finished clearing out Hill 094.

Further ahead, within 300 kilometers, there are no more high-risk mutated beast colonies.

Richard's chest heaved violently, and his breathing became labored.

Stop.

He muttered to himself while looking at the screen.

"There are no more mutated beasts around, I've swept the road clean!"

You have no reason to go any further north!

Stop!

If Da Xia claims it's a real-world test, then he'll kill all the test targets.

Daxia had no legitimate excuse to continue its advance.

In the global chat, people from other camps were also sending messages and discussing the topic.

"Where is the Great Xia's monster army?"

"It's stopped at coordinates 06. I heard all the mutated beasts over there are dead."

"Who killed him?"

"I haven't seen any battle reports from Great Xia..."

Richard remained silent, staring intently at the coordinates.

Ten minutes passed.

Half an hour passed.

The red trajectory line remained stationary, without moving.

Richard's tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the half-empty bottle of vodka on the table, and took a big gulp.

The strong liquor went down my throat, suppressing the churning blood in my stomach.

"drop!"

Just then, the tactical terminal emitted a sharp warning tone.

[Warcraft Legion's trajectory updated.]

Richard froze, his eyes widening as he stared intently at the holographic screen.

The red line moved.

There was no U-turn, and no lateral yaw.

The red trajectory line continues to extend northward.

The target is the Hamburg camp!

The Great Xia Dynasty didn't care at all whether there were mutated beasts ahead!

Clang.

The bottle slipped from his hand and smashed on the table, spilling vodka all over the floor.

Richard's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He suddenly stood up, grabbed the holographic projection equipment on the table, and slammed it hard to the ground.

"Clang!"

The parts broke, the screen flickered twice, and then went completely black.

"They've headed north again!"

Richard gripped his hair tightly with both hands, letting out a beast-like growl.

"They really came for me! They're not pretending anymore! Great Xia doesn't even bother with making up excuses!"

He sacrificed two thousand lives in the camp to get this result?

Da Xia completely ignored the steps he had laid out.

Even without the mutated beasts, the Warcraft army still marched at full speed toward the Hamburg camp.

Su Ran was practically holding a knife to his neck.

Matthew's urgent knocking came from outside the door.

"Boss! What happened?"

"Get out! All of you, get out!"