Time waits for no one. Zhou Qingfeng immediately selected a few trembling captives as guides and led thirty to forty armed personnel onto a modified pickup truck, heading straight for the nearest Bantu Town.
A long-winged, long-endurance drone hovered silently above the convoy, providing comprehensive aerial surveillance like a silent hunting falcon.
Knowing they were going to "snatch women," the accelerator of the modified pickup was slammed to the floor, the body speeding across the wilderness like a beast unchained, with everyone inside in high spirits.
In less than half an hour, this group of armed militants, like a pack of hungry wolves, fiercely charged towards Bantu Town, twenty kilometers away.
At this moment, the remaining survivors in Bantu Town were gathered inside the somewhat dilapidated church at the center of town.
An excited priest was leading about twenty young women in low prayers to a weathered Jesus statue, trying to boost morale.
