Not long after Duan Zimu spoke, they saw the four vehicles appearing in their field of vision.
—Just as Mo Shangjun predicted, these were the vehicles transporting supplies.
Two trucks loaded with supplies were flanked by armored vehicles at both ends, appearing very cautious.
Mo Shangjun took out binoculars to observe the situation of those four vehicles.
On the armored vehicles, there were four people each, armed, while the middle two trucks only had a driver and a co-driver, quite weak in terms of firepower.
They had five people here.
More than enough.
Mo Shangjun whispered, "Everyone, prepare."
Everyone perked up, focusing intently on the approaching vehicles.
Strangely, after a long wait and passing such a long period of dull time, none of them felt tired or weary; instead, they were energetic, as if they had just woken up refreshed, in the cool morning desert breeze, their thoughts at this moment were incredibly clear, precise, seemingly in the best state.
