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Unfortunately, given Theresis's dire economic situation, it was difficult to maintain a high level of attendance among these soldiers; the Kazdel desert in winter was truly a place where people could die.

Even with clothing from Raytheon Industries, war loans from Victoria, and secret aid from Laterano, it could only be used by his core, trusted troops.

For those who serve as human cannon fodder on the border, the only option is to follow the old ways and stuff large amounts of reeds into their clothes for warmth. In such cases, leaving the warm outpost to stand guard outside is no different from going to hell and being tortured.

Only when they heard the sound of the car did a trembling man emerge from the outpost, passing the buck among himself. He gave the car a cursory inspection and then let it pass, assuming that the Yankees wouldn't launch an attack at this time.

For the Sarkaz, the climate of Kazdel is equal for everyone, though perhaps the Yankees have more resources.

However, if a large-scale operation is launched, it is impossible to guarantee that logistics will be in place in every aspect, so it is not difficult to understand why large-scale non-combat casualties will occur.

If a blizzard strikes, an entire unit might get lost and perish in the desert.

Therefore, Kazdel's wars generally began in the autumn when the horses were fat and ready for harvest, coinciding with the harvest season in the southern agricultural regions and surrounding countries.

After the battle, the enemy cannot retaliate, because the ensuing winter blizzards will keep them out of the way. And when spring comes, the enemy will be busy with production recovery and will be unable to launch an attack. Instead, the Sarkaz can harass them repeatedly.

However, usually by summer, when the vegetation is lush, it's the neighboring countries' turn to launch a campaign to suppress the bandits.

However, by this time, the Sarkaz had already dispersed into smaller groups and would not suffer any fundamental damage.

"What a bunch of useless trash, not even armed militia..." After passing the checkpoint, the squad leader in the co-pilot muttered under his breath. In the north, even in this weather, sentries wouldn't dare to hide indoors. But here, there were hardly any people on the defensive line. They were all unlucky guys who had been squeezed out, and their vigilance was practically zero.

Or perhaps they were only willing to come out to check vehicles because they saw an opportunity to extort some money. After passing through the checkpoint, they soon arrived at a temporary mobile town for the winter.

Trucks and RVs of all sizes formed a wall to block the wind and snow. In the central open space, many temporary livestock sheds were set up, and a bonfire was lit. Several haggard-looking herdsmen held bottles of cheap liquor and sat by the bonfire to warm themselves, their expressions numb and blank.

"Screech!" The truck stopped on the outskirts of Wheel City, and then four people jumped out and walked toward the home of the informant who had provided the information. It was a small samurai class RV located in the center of Wheel City.

However, it also looked extremely dilapidated. Although the owner tried his best to repair the damage and holes, it was still clear that this thing should have been scrapped long ago.

"Knock knock!" A rhythmic knocking sound. "Do you have any extra fuel?"

"Yes, how much do you want?"

"Not many, just enough to get to the next town."

"No, we need to prepare for winter..."

"Then, can we buy it with money?"

"Please come in..." The door opened, and the four people rushed in.

"Why are you so late? They're already moving their supplies."

"You've already obtained the intelligence?" Just a few days ago, Blacksteel's intelligence network couldn't get any information about Theresis's supply depot. And now, this informant tells them they've got the information? That's unbelievable!

“No, no, I wouldn’t have been able to get it otherwise. But… they’re making such a big commotion. Look over there.” The informant drew back the curtains, revealing brightly lit hills in the distance. “At this time of year, I can’t understand why they would be out working. So, there must be something you’re looking for on those hills.”

"Uh..." Could this be a trap? After all, such a high-profile transfer of supplies would be easily discovered. Is Theresis really that brainless?

That's certainly not the case, but Therese has brains, and his confidants may have brains too, but it's hard to say whether the nobles who depend on him have brains.

Although these were war supplies, in the minds of the nobles, even on the actual battlefield, their luxurious lifestyle still needed to be guaranteed.

When on a march, bring your own comfortable furniture and personal chef; red wine and artisans are everyday necessities.

Not to mention that there's no war yet, and these war supplies stored in these places are, in their eyes, for their own use.

Although they knew that the armored vehicles, guns, and heavy equipment did not belong to them, they could obtain and use the clothing, food, and fuel reserves.

Therese's men didn't care. After all, their boss had instructed them that, apart from the supplies in the secret warehouse and the core storage area, a batch of the rest could be released. He didn't want to offend these people too much, and besides, he needed them as cannon fodder in the spring.

However, once this loophole was opened, the initial clandestine use quickly turned into the current blatant large-scale transfer. Doing such things on a winter night naturally requires lighting lamps. Perhaps the numb herders didn't know what it meant, but for certain warriors who had already decided to submit to the northerners, it was all too clear.

"Let's just say we still don't understand the men's mentality, right?" The action team looked at each other, wondering if they weren't afraid of being sabotaged.

“I think they’re probably not afraid…” the action team leader thought for a moment and said, “After all, even if the supplies are destroyed, it’s Theresis’s problem, it has nothing to do with them. After all, the men not only believe that people grow out of the grasslands on their own, but also that supplies automatically appear from other places for them to steal.”

Otherwise, they wouldn't have done something as despicable as stealing and selling winter rations to maintain their luxurious lifestyle and buy cheaper grains from the north.

Similarly, it wouldn't be right to go so far as to store gold, silver, and coins as "preservation of value" to avoid losses in this storm, only to cause a large number of refugees to flee and even severely damage their own production and economy.

"Shall we move out immediately?" "Rest for twenty minutes, then set off!" The captain still didn't move out immediately. Hasty action was a big taboo. For these former mercenaries turned sabotage squads, they had done quite a lot of infiltration attacks, and their equipment meant they didn't need to make overly detailed and precise plans.

For these mercenaries, a plan that is too meticulous is no plan at all, because any step can go wrong. Adaptability is the secret to their success.

The Black Mountain warehouse is named after a type of black stone that is abundant in Black Mountain. If Xia Lin were here, she might discover that the so-called "black stone" is actually tungsten ore.

Unfortunately, the rich mines had long been exploited by colonists from other countries, leaving only poor mines.

However, the mines and facilities they left behind were transformed into storage warehouses for Theresis.

It must be said that this is indeed a good idea. These mines are not only built to be sturdy and spacious, but the thick tungsten-bearing rock layers are also excellent at resisting various explosions and impacts.

The defensive structures originally built to deal with slave riots are also effective in blocking both external and internal enemies.

If someone were to infiltrate, it would be very difficult to break out—however, all the excellent mechanisms and measures are no match for the swindlers on our side.

It took the team about an hour to reach the foot of Black Mountain. After removing their camouflage leather robes and putting on lightweight stealth gear, they quickly climbed up the hillside covered with abandoned rocks and rubble from mining operations.

At this moment, the area in front of the warehouse was brightly lit and bustling with noise. Servants from several noble families were arguing and shouting about who should get more fuel and imported cotton.

Clearly, the merchants of Victoria had excellent foresight. They bought cotton and cloth from the Satie Oasis at low prices and then resold them to Theresis at a higher price, acting as complete middlemen, even if it enriched the Yankees of the Satie Oasis and drove their own textile industry to ruin—such trivial matters were not on their minds when faced with genuine profits.

Light snow began to fall from the sky, and the once brightly lit mine posed a significant challenge for the action team. They had to temporarily find a sheltered spot to stop moving and observe the guarding situation within the mine.

"There are quite a few people, but most of them are not on alert. There are several high-position snipers in the management office building on the right."

"Firearms or crossbows?"

"Armored weapons, looks like the elite of Theresis..." The Regent really wasn't stupid enough to let recruits and good-for-nothings guard this important stronghold and storage area.

Therefore, the surrounding guards were clearly elite mercenaries. These veterans, after being equipped with new gear, made the action team particularly troublesome.

"Can we observe their armory?"

"No, they're transporting food, clothing, and cotton right now, not weapons and ammunition. It seems they're not stupid enough to let anyone move those things around so easily." The sniper observed the situation inside the mine through his scope.

"We can't be sure whether this is an ordinary winter supplies depot or a war reserve depot." The informant only said that they were moving a large amount of supplies, without saying that it was the war reserve depot they were looking for.

"Shall we make a move?" A transport team had already set off, and the noble servants were also leaving one after another. It was getting late, and it was snowing. Going back to enjoy the warmth of the fireplace and roast meat was the right thing to do.

"Let's get started!" The captain led the other two through the barbed wire and slipped into the shadows. "Alright, first one!"

"Pfft!" Amid the rumble of the transport vehicle, the muffled gunshot went unnoticed. A high-platform operator fell instantly, and before his comrade could raise the alarm, two more shots rang out. The synchronized aiming system had already marked him as well.

The two sniper positions on the management building were cleared, and the three squad members quickly crossed the lit road and entered another dark area. No alarm sounded, so they must have been undetected.

"There's a ventilation shaft on your left..."

"Cover us!" The captain slung his gun back over his shoulder and used the strength of his exoskeleton to lift the protective iron bars of the ventilation fan. "Pulse ready!"

The pulse bomb made by the wet parts instantly destroyed the fan's power system, filling the air with a burnt smell. Then the three men slid down the mine's ventilation shaft.

"The fuse blew again?" The electrician stationed in the warehouse converted from an underground mine noticed that the whirring fan seemed to have quieted down a bit. He grabbed his tools and prepared to go to the generator room to check if the fuse had blown again.

This is quite common, after all, these are facilities left over from the colonial era, and the regent simply doesn't have enough money for a complete renovation.

Therefore, the power and ventilation systems are very old, and blown fuses and tripped circuit breakers are commonplace. Fortunately, there are no stored goods here that require constant temperature or freezing, otherwise they would all be ruined long ago.

"It burned out again..." The surge pulse blew out the fuse. The electrician sighed and began to replace the fuse.

Just then, a large foot came crashing down from the sky, kicking him to the ground. Before he could even utter a sound, he was shot dead.

"They're in. Communication is relatively stable." After dragging the body to the cupboard and hiding it, he sprinkled it with powder to remove blood and odor. Then, he carefully pushed open the door. Outside was a poorly lit corridor, converted from a mine tunnel, with many sections surrounded by safety ropes and warning metal barriers.

Meanwhile, inside the mine's main hall, the girl was preparing her tools. As a weapons tester sent by Thor Industries, she needed to ensure that these items were in optimal condition, while the guards responsible for watching over the hall were stationed at various locations.

"That's... a mobile suit? It seems to be smaller." Looking at the machines parked in the hall from a blind spot, the captain asked, "Where did they get them?"

Many people were misled by the giant iron man, thinking "that thing is useless." So Lao Xia held robot fighting competitions and military exercises. In the end, everyone who participated knew that the thing could only be used for competition. It might be useful in some industries, but it was useless in war.

"Forget it, let's deal with it all at once!"

"Where's that engineer? She seems to work for Raytheon Industries..."

"We just need a tongue."

"Is it not done yet?" The guard looked in the direction of the girl, who was entangled with a bunch of coils and transmission devices.

"Almost there, almost there," the girl replied without looking up. Just as she spoke, a small knife deftly sliced ​​open the guard's trachea and artery, silencing his scream with blood. The other guards were also silently taken care of by two other archers.

"Could you pass me that number five wrench, please?" The girl had just taken the wrench from behind when she suddenly felt something was wrong. She turned around and was hit on the head with a rifle butt. In her dizziness, she felt as if she had been injected with something, and soon a wave of drowsiness inevitably washed over her.

"Plant the bomb!"

"Boss, you really need to leave quickly. Someone's here, and it seems they've agreed to report back regularly."

"Understood, we are bringing the prisoners out!"

A few minutes later, a convoy of vehicles screeched to a halt inside the mine. Before they could rush into the warehouse and management building, flames erupted from every ventilation shaft.

The full power of a bomb made from 6 kilograms of pure Originium and Talulah's wet components is close to that of a miniature tactical nuclear bomb.

If it weren't for the fact that this thing is unsuitable for use in open areas and causes serious secondary damage, it could be used as a new generation of artillery shells.

The flames not only filled every branch of the mine shaft, but also ignited the cotton in the surface warehouses. The arriving patrol had to immediately focus on salvaging the supplies instead of chasing down the despicable attackers.

"Safe evacuation!" The girl, stuffed into a sack, was thrown into the back seat of the vehicle. They needed to find a safe interrogation point. The previous checkpoint town was out of the question; even the most incompetent Therese elites would search there.

As agreed, they left the informant a message urging him to flee immediately, assuring him that someone would meet him at the northern border and allow him to successfully immigrate to a place like Lungmen. Of course, there was also a substantial Lungmen currency check.

Chapter 40 is titled "Climbing Buildings with a Hovercraft".

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There is more than one storage location for Theresis, but the storage location for the truly troublesome armored vehicles has not yet been found. Simple mobile armor is not enough to concern the doctor and his team, because this thing is a sitting duck for the anti-armor squad's light thermal cannon.

However, the real troublesome ones are the agile armored vehicles equipped with anti-infantry weapons and grenades.

The deployment rate of power armor is not high at all, at most it can only maintain a battalion size, and they are all severely downgraded products. They are okay at resisting anti-infantry armor-piercing crossbows, but they are not so good at dealing with Originium spell grenades.

Terra's grenades aren't just high-explosive; there are also magical types, such as Frostnova's Frost Grenades and Dragonfire's Flame Grenades. These pose a significant threat to heavy infantry battalions composed of power armor, especially since they fire in quadruple bursts.

Moreover, a battalion's strength cannot fill the entire defensive line or offensive front; it can only be used as a key breakthrough point. In terms of base exchange, it is difficult to compete with armored vehicles, which have higher mobility.

Therefore, the most important objective of this black operation was to destroy the more than two hundred armored vehicles that Theresis had purchased.

With a "plop," a large bag, more than half a person's height, was placed on the truck's cargo bed and secured with belts. Then, the light truck sped off towards the next safe point. Thanks to the perfect strategy of the vassal nobles and brilliant strategists under Theresis, finding guides and safe houses near the defensive line was a piece of cake for the Yankees.

Even some wealthy families were praying that the northerners would attack quickly. If the northerners attacked, they could buy back their land and herds, make a profit, and use the money to invest in industrial production and mining. They could even go to Longmen to live as recluses. But these southerners like Therese were just going to bleed them dry!

The attitudes of many southern city-states toward the civil war were very wavering. They provided very limited assistance to Theresis and even planned to take a cut of the war expenses to sell their agricultural products and industrial goods at prices far higher than those sold in the north.

These burdens fell entirely on the already impoverished Sarkaz people of Kazdel in the west and central regions.