The convoy stretched so far down the highway that Colonel Wei Guang from the Northern Provinces couldn't see the middle or the end of it.
Armored military transports rolled steadily across the cracked asphalt while supply trucks, fuel carriers, communications vehicles, refrigerated food trailers, and reinforced RVs filled every lane behind them. Floodlights mounted along the sides of the heavier transports swept constantly across the road ahead, illuminating overturned civilian cars and dried blood stains left from traffic jams that had happened weeks ago.
The engines alone sounded like a moving city, and the fact that there was more than 600 support personnel alone meant that they weren't fucking around.
Wei stood near the open side door of the lead armored transport with one hand braced against the frame while military chatter crackled steadily through the radio clipped to his vest.
