North, noon.
The Qing's Family E1923 Reconnaissance Camp was shuttling through the mountains and fields, wearing the most advanced exoskeleton armor. They leaped through the mountains like giant grasshoppers, moving swiftly.
Someone was carrying a simple radio station, maintaining communication with the rear command post.
These radio stations were mass-produced, as if the Qing's Family forces were prepared for the destruction of satellites.
It wasn't that the old man on Ginkgo Mountain foresaw this moment in fate, but rather, this is an inevitable part of modern warfare.
Within the communication, the camp leader quickly said: "Approaching Production Base 2394, nothing unusual found yet."
Someone in the communication said: "Continue reconnaissance."
Thirty minutes later, the camp leader suddenly discovered something unusual in the forest ahead. The muddy ground was covered with large and chaotic orc footprints, and claw marks were evident on the trees.
"Alert!"
