"It's fine, even if they've noticed us, it doesn't matter." Wearing sunglasses, Xiao Tian glanced sideways at Táng Wén and said.
For Xiao Tian, he didn't care at all whether the soldiers in the military trucks ahead noticed them. His plan was simply to follow these soldiers straight to their base camp.
Although Northern Myanmar was a region of fractured warlords and constant warfare, every area had its own local tyrant. These local tyrants regarded local resources as the foundation of their survival.
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