But such explosive force was useless against the TPz-1 armored vehicle.
Two minutes later, all 11 armored vehicles had left the battlefield, marching towards their destination.
"F***!"
A gang member with a red scarf was holding a large walkie-talkie, "The Government Forces have charged in, we can't hold them back, we don't have heavy weapons."
"11 armored vehicles."
"Understood." Came the reply from the other side.
"Boss, should we still pursue?" a subordinate asked.
"With what? Our legs? Can you run faster than four wheels?" The man with the red scarf cursed, "Rearrange the battlefield, plant some more mines, we'll hold off the troops behind us, the ones in front will naturally get trapped."
The subordinate nodded.
"Got any water?"
The subordinate hastily pulled out a water bottle and handed it over, eagerly watching the other drink, he licked his own dry lips…
"Boss, can I have some…" he asked ingratiatingly.
