Accompanied by the old voice, Anke raised his head and looked around at the vehicles, "But these are all big trucks for transporting goods. Driving them won't make us fast."
"Did those attackers also use big trucks?" the old voice asked casually.
"Oh right!" Anke suddenly realized, "Those guys are coming to hijack the caravan, they must have off-road vehicles."
He glanced at the gloomy night, looked at the vultures circling in the sky, lowered his head, and began to search along the convoy.
"Old man, what do you think these people do, are they bandits?" As Anke walked, he glanced at the surrounding truck containers.
Every driver and co-driver inside the containers had been killed, leaving only dried blood on the driver's seat.
The bright moonlight spilled from the sky, illuminating the silent dried crimson, appearing eerie and terrifying.
"What do you think?" The old voice asked.
