Shouldn't he be barricaded inside a sturdy iron shell, waiting for me to pry open the can?
Why would these timid guys dare to take the initiative to attack?
And why are they so strong?
If they're this strong, why are they still hauling that cumbersome train?
...
Questions popped up one by one in Longyan's mind, and even with the facts right before him, he found it hard to accept.
Those who use robust vehicles are weak!
This was his perception; changing it would be as difficult as mentally killing off his past self.
"What's going on here?"
Su Huan asked.
Qu Hang, the highest-ranking officer present, stepped forward to report, "A convoy coming from the eleven o'clock direction attacked us during routine interrogation. There were 127 people, 6 dead, all others captured, and no casualties on our side."
"Local forces... East City Association?"
Su Huan speculated offhandedly.
