On the ground of the Gobi Desert, inside the "Typhoon" vehicle, the radio channel was a chaotic mess.
"It's lowered its altitude! It's launching an attack on us!"
Aleksey, responsible for the team's reconnaissance, stared at the electronic screen, his voice hoarse with tension.
The signal strength representing the radar illumination on the screen was drastically increasing.
"Irregular maneuvers! Zigzag! Full throttle!"
Petrovsky's shout vibrated through everyone's eardrums via the vehicle's communication system.
The massive bodies of the three "Typhoon" vehicles immediately twisted wildly on the gravel-filled Gobi, like tops being whipped.
The tires scraped over the dry ground, kicking up a storm of yellow dust, attempting to use this natural man-made smoke to interfere with the high-altitude drone's vision and targeting.
Song Heping stared intently at the rapidly retreating terrain outside the vehicle window, his brain functioning like a high-speed computer.
