A convoy of jeeps sped toward the military base.
On those jeeps were Hindustanis dressed in white clothes and turbans.
More than forty people squeezed in six jeeps. Many of them sat on top of the vehicles. It was a peculiar sight.
A rumbling mass followed behind them. That was the sound of countless flying snakes gathered in a single, unstoppable torrent.
Several huge shadows lumbered behind those flying snakes. They were massive snakes that crawled on the ground at an amazing speed.
The Hindustani soldiers outside the base were excited when they saw that. They ran toward them.
"That wretched Huaxianese is in the base! Kill him! Quick!" They shouted as they ran.
"O Grandmasters, unleash the fury of the snake god and punish the insolent Huaxianese!"
Tang Hao rolled his eyes when he heard that.
'What? Weren't they meek and cowering earlier? Now they're shouting and yelling as though they're on the winning side!'
