In recent days, everyone in Satan has thoroughly familiarized themselves with the terrain near Sword Beach, the nearby Ouistreham, the roads, the farmlands—they've walked the area countless times, even traversing the alleys in Ouistreham back and forth numerous times.
Reconnaissance must be completed before martial law begins, or it will be too late.
Gao Yang and Tarta strolled leisurely on the beach, silent, only occasionally exchanging glances, and for more complex matters, they communicated in sign language when out of sight.
Gao Yang's phone suddenly rang, and after he answered it, he no longer used sign language but looked at Tarta and whispered, "Germany is sorted!"
The last obstacle was resolved, yet Tarta's face remained serious as he nodded.
Gao Yang glanced at the completed fortress and whispered, "We need to find a way to get in."
Tarta whispered, "Let's go try now."
Gao Yang shook his head and whispered, "No, Yarebin said he would handle it. We should wait here."
