The off-road vehicle and pickup truck following the first two cars stopped in time, kicking up who knows how much dirt with their wheels.

At this moment, the few surviving bandits in the second car also pushed open the doors, rolled to the ground, and sought cover.

Although staying inside the car, bending over, made it less likely to be hit by the enemy's gunman, they had all witnessed the explosion of the car in front and knew that in this situation, the vehicle was no longer protection, but a living coffin.

Upstream of the stream, at the bandits' gathering place, everyone except the captives stood up, each finding the most suitable position and hurriedly aiming at the corner of the valley.

They were all veteran bandits, and even when faced with surprises, they acted in an orderly manner.

Just then, at the corner of the valley, out of their sight, a high-pitched melody sounded.

Following this melody was an intense drumbeat that made people's blood boil.

Amidst the drums, a figure appeared in the eyes of the bandits.

He was at least 1.75 meters tall, with his neck, chest, and abdomen covered in iron-black armor, his limbs supported by metal skeletons, a large energy pack faintly visible on his back, and the visor on his head flashing red.

"Military exoskeleton device!"

The bandit leader and a dozen of the most knowledgeable bandits simultaneously had this thought.

This made the fear in their hearts rise uncontrollably.

The next second, a rough male voice rang out in the smoke-filled valley:

"The beacon fires rise, gazing north at the rivers and mountains..."

Accompanied by this song, Long Yuehong suddenly jumped up, directly into the air.

This caused all the bullets aimed at his original position to miss.

As the singing echoed, Long Yuehong, in mid-air, raised one arm smoothly and lowered the other.

The raised arm was the left hand holding a light machine gun, and the lowered arm was the right arm loaded with a grenade launcher.

The sound of "tat-tat-tat" rang out, either punching holes in the cars or shattering the glass, suppressing the distant bandit main force, preventing them from daring to show their heads.

Amidst the machine gun fire, a grenade was launched, flying straight between the second and third cars.

Boom!

A smaller fireball than before exploded, engulfing several bandits.

Boom!

Another grenade flew out, landing on the windshield of the fourth car, exploding into flying shards, and a scream abruptly stopped.

"Dragon flags roll, horses neigh, sword energy like frost..."

As the explosions subsided, that rough and heroic male voice dominated the area again.

Amidst the singing, Long Yuehong, as expected, used the rock wall as leverage and leaped back towards the upper reaches of the stream.

The bandit main force tried to intercept him, even using grenade launchers, but he dodged them all in advance with the help of the "Comprehensive Early Warning System."

This greatly relaxed Long Yuehong's somewhat tense mood.

The power of the military exoskeleton device was vividly demonstrated on this battlefield.

With a few ups and downs, he shortened the distance to the bandit main force and once again used the light machine gun in his left hand to spray them with bullets.

Seeing the enemy wearing a military exoskeleton device like a god or a demon, the bandit leader was momentarily terrified.

He crouched behind his off-road vehicle, which had several metal plates added, and shouted loudly:

"Retreat!"

Of course, there was a plan for retreat. This bandit group was somewhat well-known in the surrounding area and was not a mere rabble. Immediately, several members with grenade launchers and submachine guns stuck out a portion of their bodies from their hiding places and fired wildly at the enemy wearing the military exoskeleton device.

The sounds of "tat-tat-tat," "clang-clang-clang," and "boom-boom-boom" rose and fell one after another. Many bandits either bled or fell down with mutilated bodies.

However, Long Yuehong, relying on superhuman jumping, speed, and reaction, and with the assistance of the "Comprehensive Early Warning System," was unharmed.

Occasionally, when a few bullets came too fast for him to dodge, he could use crouching, sidestepping, and raising his arm to block the danger with his metal skeleton and black armor.

However, the sacrifice of seven or eight bandits also created opportunities for the other bandits. They took their weapons, rushed into their respective vehicles, and sped towards the upper reaches of the stream, another exit from the valley.

One car after another started, leaving behind some supplies and the captives that they didn't have time to pack up.

"How is it? Aren't you envious? I'll get you one later." At the corner of the rock wall, Jiang Baimian, wearing gray-green camouflage, asked Bai Chen, who was setting up her sniper position, with a smile.

She seemed to be lazily carrying a man-portable rocket launcher.

Bai Chen didn't speak, implying agreement.

She was identifying enemies who could pose a threat to Long Yuehong.

With a military exoskeleton device in front attracting fire, they in the back seemed quite relaxed.

Shang Jianyao, on the other hand, was holding an assault rifle, making the few surviving bandits on this side squat down with their heads in their hands.

The small blue-and-black speaker was placed by him on the other side of the rock wall to avoid being affected by the war.

Shang Jianyao valued this partner of his very much.

Slightly glancing at Bai Chen, Jiang Baimian leisurely used the rocket launcher.

Boom!

A car in the middle and rear of the bandit convoy directly exploded into a ball of crimson fire.

"Death" had chosen it.

The vehicles behind it turned the steering wheel sharply, bypassing it without even looking at it, and headed towards the valley exit.

At this time, the fire suppressing Long Yuehong had basically disappeared. He raised his right arm, which was loaded with a grenade launcher, to fire a few rounds at the bandit convoy.

With the help of the "Precision Targeting System," his vision zoomed in, and he saw faces full of panic.

Long Yuehong hesitated for a moment and did not fire the grenade.

Soon, the bandit convoy rushed out of the valley.

"Don't pursue desperate enemies!" Jiang Baimian shouted.

She didn't mention Long Yuehong's last-minute softness because she felt that being soft-hearted when the enemy had almost given up resistance wasn't a bad thing.

Han Wanghuo was working hard to "be human," and they, these uniquely gifted humans, couldn't pride themselves on being cold and ruthless.

Of course, the necessary caution and care were still indispensable.

…

The bandits drove their vehicles, madly driving for a distance. Seeing that the terrible enemy didn't chase after them, they slowed down a bit and calmed their emotions.

"Where did they come from?" The bandit leader took a breath and muttered to himself.

A little lamb that looked weak and helpless had suddenly turned into a demon with flames swirling around its horns!

If he had known that they could take out a military exoskeleton device, he would definitely have put on a smiling face and tried to curry favor.

When they discovered each other, the bandit group that was resting didn't have time to escape unless they left behind multiple corpses as the price, as they had done now.

At this moment, a bandit in the co-driver's seat said with lingering fear and confusion:

"Boss, they seem, they seem to only have four people."

During the intense battle, he had vaguely observed this situation.

"Four?" The bandit leader was stunned at first, then cursed himself, "One person wearing a military exoskeleton device has beaten us into this state. If the other three had rushed up, we could only crouch down, hold our heads, and choose to surrender!"

Such a small team was simply terrifying!

Of course, if his bandit group could disregard life and death, it might be possible to kill two or three of the enemy's members, but what bandit group had that kind of spirit?

After a few seconds of silence, the bandit leader added:

"I heard that in the Greylands, there are some relic hunter teams with a small number of people, but each of them possesses extremely powerful strength or the most advanced and latest equipment.

"Such teams can confront a certain number of troops from large forces head-on, and survival and enjoyment are no longer a problem. They walk in the Greylands, exploring various city ruins, in order to find the door to a new world.

"That small team just now might be one of these."

If it was one of these, resisting wouldn't gain them anything and would only lead to the annihilation of the entire group.

At this time, the bandit leader said these words not to boost others' morale and diminish his own prestige, but in the situation of having already been defeated and fled, the stronger the enemy was portrayed, the easier it would be for everyone to recover their mentality.

Moreover, this also indicated that it wasn't that he, as the leader, had made an inaccurate judgment, a command error, or hadn't fought bravely enough, but that the enemy was simply too strong.

Facing such a powerful enemy, the natural thing to do next was to escape as far as possible.

…

The male and female captives left behind by the bandit group looked at Long Yuehong, who had returned, with a mixture of bewilderment and shock, as if they had seen a god descend to earth.

They had just thought that the other side only had one car and a few people and couldn't save them. Who knew that in the blink of an eye, the "Mountain Fox" bandit group, which had a large number of people and sufficient weapons, had been driven to flee in panic by one of them, leaving behind many corpses and several companions.

Military exoskeleton devices were truly weapons of war!

As this thought emerged in each of their minds, an additional thought also popped up:

"Will they continue to treat us as captives and sell us to other places?"

Among them, an elderly man with mostly frosted hair slowly and laboriously stood up.

His hands were tied behind his back, and he was wearing a linen shirt and black trousers.

He was slightly shivering under the winter wind that swept through the valley.

In a slight tremor, his azure eyes looked at Jiang Baimian and Bai Chen, who were escorting a few bandits over, and he took the initiative to introduce himself:

"I am Mins, the manager of the Shifang Trading Company from the 'Linhai Alliance'."

He spoke fluent Greytongue.

"Linhai Alliance?" Hearing this term, Jiang Baimian no longer had any doubts about Mins's fluent Greytongue.

The "Linhai Alliance" was located south of "United Industries," half in the Golden River Basin and half on the southern coast.

It was composed of city-states established by Greytongue people. The official language was Greytongue, but of course, their accent was slightly different from that of "Pangu Biology" employees.

Within the "Linhai Alliance," there were also city-states dominated by Red River people and Coast people. It was a large force that had everything and was very ordinary in everything. It could copy lower-level and older models of products, while higher-level ones needed to be imported.

Their relatively scarce resources were coal and iron ore.

Coast people were a branch of the Greytongue people, with darker skin and a more difficult-to-understand language.

"Yes," Mins responded to Jiang Baimian's question and, with the help of a companion, broke free from the ropes binding his hands.

Then, his body twitched, as if scalded by boiling water or dancing a strange dance.

After a few short movements, the elderly man with mostly frosted hair said:

"May the breath of the gods bathe you."

Shang Jianyao, who had just retrieved the small speaker and driven over in the jeep, saw this scene, and his eyes suddenly lit up.