Under the scorching sun, the men of Farmville Town stepped outside the metal walls, encircling the attacked mobile platoon convoy twice.
The bodies on the ground were dragged out one by one and placed by the roadside. An excavator dug a pit over two meters deep, waiting to bury the bodies.
The gear on the bodies was stripped away, nothing left behind—not even helmets, equipment, or shoes. As for ammunition, firearms, or first aid supplies, those were in high demand and not to be used as grave goods.
Someone stood on tiptoe, seeing several armed personnel of the 'Holy Light' unloading a case of iced cola from an armored vehicle, and couldn't help but let out a low exclamation.
"The Richmond Guard Team sure is extravagant, having cola to drink at a time like this."
"Cola is cheap; the key is that it's chilled. How refreshing it would be to drink a can in this weather."
