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CHAPTER 31: THE BATTLE BEGINS.
Rustle!! Rustle!! The forest leaves swayed gently to the rhythm of the wind, as activities began in the temporary terrorist camp.
Clark joined the other soldiers, as they checked their weapons, before proceeding to load their resources for the inevitable battle. After taking the armor yesterday, he went to the other armory where normal weapons are stored.
In there, he dropped his old gun, exchanging it for a better machine gun and a sword made from reinforced steel. Almost all the other newly graduated terrorist soldiers made the same decision.
He was assigned to be in a vehicle, at the forefront of the formation of vehicles. The 2 high-grade soldiers who fought yesterday, to ensure their escape, were in the same car with him. The engines of the vehicles roared to life, as they started moving forward orderly.
Vroom!! Vroom!! The vehicles moved with such momentum like they were going
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