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Chapter 140: Droznyr Naval Port

“Let’s go. Time to move out.” Tang Fang glanced at the rising sun in the east as he adjusted his powered armor, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. Now that Montgomery knew about the situation and had reported it to Arctic Command Headquarters, how to respond would be Marion’s responsibility.

The reapers, marauders, and marines had already climbed onto the trucks. Housen slid into the driver’s seat, revved the engine, and the truck roared like a startled bull. It spun around the landing strip and sped off toward the exit. Moments later, Arroz followed suit, his vehicle packed with soldiers.

Nehemiah looked over at the bomb-laden special ops team and miners standing ready on the other side of the runway. “Aren’t you going to say goodbye?”

Tang Fang waved dismissively. “No need. Goodbyes are just invitations to sadness.”

“You’re right,” Nehemiah said with a faint smile. He climbed into the armored vehicle and signaled Joey, who was driving, to get moving.

As the vehicle picked up speed, each passenger lost in their own thoughts, there was suddenly a sharp screech of brakes. The armored car came to an abrupt halt, and footsteps echoed outside. A series of knocks sounded against the rear hatch—thud, thud, thud.

Grant furrowed his brow and opened the door. To everyone’s surprise, Claire stood there. Had she come to bid farewell?

“Claire? What are you doing here?” Nehemiah asked.

“I’m heading to the Arctic. There’s something I need to ask in person.”

Nehemiah chuckled softly. “No need to be so serious. If you’re hitching a ride, hop in.” Then, almost casually—or perhaps not—he shot a glance at Tang Fang. “What about the rest of the special ops team?”

Claire sat down next to Tang Fang. “I’ve already received permission from Colonel Montgomery to go to Arctic Command Headquarters. As for the remaining members of the special ops team, they’ll return to Makanda Arsenal under Iyeta’s leadership.”

“Ah, that works,” Nehemiah said, nodding approvingly before lapsing into silence.

Claire turned to Tang Fang, who was intently studying a topographical map of Diromos Plateau, and offered him a small smile. “Thank you… for the injections.”

Her smile was radiant yet gentle, much like it had been the night before—a beam of warm moonlight brightening the otherwise somber mood inside the vehicle.

She smiled again—actually smiled. Grant and Walton exchanged bewildered glances. Everyone knew Claire as one of the coldest, most aloof figures in the Northern Sunaru Alliance. Getting her to crack even the slightest grin was akin to scaling Mount Everest.

And yet, here she was smiling—not just anyone, but at him. Grant blinked, staring incredulously at Tang Fang, who remained composed and focused, his demeanor as calm and upright as ever. What exactly is going on between these two? Grant wondered silently.

“Oh, don’t mention it. It was nothing,” Tang Fang finally responded, half-distracted. Only now did he recall handing over hundreds of vials containing queen larvae serum to the medical officer during last night’s drinking session with Broad. He remembered the middle-aged medic nearly shedding tears of gratitude.

The dire state of the rebels’ medical facilities was no secret to those working in healthcare. Too often, medics could only watch helplessly as comrades writhed in agony on their deathbeds, unable to do anything. That sense of powerlessness felt like a thorn piercing the heart, relentless in its torment.

Tang Fang had witnessed firsthand the miraculous effects of the serum. When properly diluted and administered intravenously, it could heal wounds that were otherwise untreatable under the rebels’ limited resources. For medical workers dedicated to saving lives, this discovery meant everything.

Claire smiled once more before falling silent. Grant and Walton secretly hoped Tang Fang might strike up more conversation with her, giving them another chance to see her rare smile. But alas, the man seemed entirely absorbed in analyzing the terrain of Gant Mountains, showing no interest in idle chatter.

The convoy accelerated westward after leaving the airbase, eventually turning north onto the highway. Following the relatively flat terrain along the southern slopes of Gant Mountains, they pushed northwestward at maximum speed.

By afternoon, they reached the northwest corner of Gant Mountains. After a quick meal, Tang Fang presented the results of his meticulous study of the region’s geography.

Considering the presence of radar warning stations and missile defense systems atop the higher elevations of Gant Mountains, traversing the area in large groups risked detection—and subsequent missile strikes. Tang Fang divided the group into three smaller teams, each led by himself, Arroz, and Grant respectively. They would cross the mountains via separate routes and regroup near Droznyr Naval Port on the northern slope.

By evening, taking advantage of the natural cover provided by the mountainous terrain, all three teams successfully entered Gant Mountains without triggering any alarms. Following Tang Fang’s carefully marked maps, they advanced steadily northwestward.

Splitting the larger force into smaller units proved effective; the military showed no reaction to their movements. However, navigating the rugged, narrow paths at night required deliberate caution to avoid detection by thermal sensors. Progress was slow.

After a full day and night of nonstop travel, Tang Fang’s team finally reached the designated rendezvous point shortly after midnight. Claire, being younger, showed no signs of fatigue, which wasn’t surprising. More unexpectedly, Nehemiah appeared remarkably spry. As he put it, such hardships were routine for rebel soldiers—they’d grown accustomed to them long ago.

Throughout the journey, the three teams maintained strict electromagnetic silence to evade detection by early warning posts. Thus, Tang Fang had no way of knowing whether Arroz or Grant’s teams were safe until they arrived.

After waiting anxiously for half an hour, Grant and his group—including Walton—finally appeared. Shortly thereafter, Arroz and his team joined them.

With the hardest part behind them, the path ahead was clear. The group set up camp to rest for the remainder of the night and resumed their march northwestward early the next morning.

As they approached what they estimated to be within the radar range of Droznyr Naval Port, Grant activated the communication device and transmitted an identification signal to the port’s garrison.

About thirty minutes later, the distant hum of armed helicopters grew louder, accompanied by the sight of several armored vehicles appearing on the horizon.

A major stationed at the naval port greeted them. After exchanging pleasantries with Nehemiah and introducing himself to Tang Fang, he ushered the group aboard the vehicles and sped off toward the port.

Droznyr Naval Port was a focal point of intense conflict between government forces and the rebels throughout the North Sea battlefield. Once-smooth roads were now pockmarked and uneven from relentless bombardment. Wreckage of destroyed vehicles littered the area surrounding the port.

Barbed wire fences and trenches extended twenty kilometers outward, forming a buffer zone reinforced by machine gun bunkers and watchtowers. Together, they created a sprawling early warning network.

The convoy weaved through the labyrinthine defenses and arrived at the heart of the naval port after roughly thirty minutes. Despite the evident exhaustion etched onto the faces of the stationed troops, their weapons and powered armor gleamed immaculately, a testament to their discipline despite the strain of prolonged combat.

The major escorted Tang Fang and the others to a lounge within the command building, instructing staff to tend to their needs before departing with Nehemiah and Claire to meet with the port’s commanding officer. Tang Fang, Grant, and the rest settled in to wait.

Ten minutes passed… then twenty… thirty… An entire hour ticked by.

Growing restless, Tang Fang shot Grant a questioning look.

“I’ll check what’s going on,” Grant replied, rising to his feet and exiting the room.

Another half-hour dragged on, and still no word from Grant. Tang Fang began to feel uneasy. Could something have gone wrong at Droznyr Naval Port, delaying the trio?

He stood up and signaled to Arroz, Housen, and Walton. Together, they stepped out of the lounge.

Two guards stationed outside looked startled. Before they could speak, Tang Fang preemptively asked, “Where did Nehemiah and the others go?”

Exchanging a glance, one guard pointed toward the elevator at the end of the corridor. “They probably went to the war room on the third floor.”

“Thanks,” Tang Fang said curtly. Leading his companions, he boarded the elevator and ascended to the third floor. Spotting a sign indicating the direction of the war room, they hurried down the hallway.

After taking about ten steps, they hadn’t yet reached halfway when a sudden shout erupted from a nearby conference room: “No! We can’t do this!”

Wasn’t that Nehemiah’s voice? It sounded like he was arguing fiercely with someone.

Tang Fang paused mid-step, turning toward the source of the commotion. Two armed guards blocked their path. “This is a restricted military meeting room. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed inside.”

“What?” Housen barked indignantly. “Are you calling me unauthorized?”

His booming voice and imposing figure, clad in black marauder armor, startled the guards, who instinctively raised their rifles. “W-what do you think you’re doing?”

Just then, Grant’s agitated voice filtered through the closed doors. “We have to do something! Otherwise, the consequences will be catastrophic. At the very least—I’ll head back if I must. If we can’t live together, then we’ll die together.”

What on earth was happening? Why had things escalated to life-and-death stakes? Tang Fang exchanged a quick glance with Arroz and Housen. In a flash, the two moved forward, disarming the guards with practiced efficiency.

“Relax,” Tang Fang assured the now-unarmed men, patting them lightly on the shoulders. Stepping forward, he pressed the touchpad beside the door. With a soft hiss, it slid open.

Inside, a circular conference table surrounded by a full circle of attendees fell silent as heads turned toward the intrusion. Among them were Nehemiah and Grant, whose expressions froze in shock. Clearly, their unexpected arrival had caught everyone off guard.

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