But he had no choice.
"Iron Armor Camp, Squads Two and Three!"
Lei Zhen roared.
"Abandon the front line! Head to the fire immediately and establish a firebreak!"
"Get that fire under control!"
"Wang Defa! Contract the defensive perimeter! Defend the residential area to the last man!"
"Don't let a single fly get through!"
"Roger!"
At Lei Zhen's command, the once-impenetrable Heavy Armor formation immediately split its forces in half.
Twenty-five Iron Wall-IVs took heavy strides and charged toward the blaze.
Watching their strongest shield wall be willingly broken apart, Zhou Ping in the Command Tower and everyone on the tarmac felt their hearts sink.
In the valley, the black-robed old man clearly saw the changes at the distant farm through a monocular telescope.
"Excellent… Excellent!"
He let out a laugh like a night owl's hoot.
"Lei Zhen, you've taken the bait."
He whispered to the messenger cultist beside him, "Inform the infiltration team. Prepare to move."
