Qu Jianlei had not moved at all. He had stayed where he was for more than ten days... At a time like this, it was not simply a matter of whoever ran farther winning.
More importantly... he had buried a great deal of supplies in the Safe Zone.
For now, he could run far away, but those supplies included quite a few Energy Blocks. A mech consumed a lot of Energy Blocks! He felt he had concealed them well enough—camouflage, heat shielding, and so on... nothing was lacking.
However, on the fifth day, he sensed that something was wrong.
He looked up, frowned, and muttered, "Fuck... a flying mech?"
According to Wasteland legends, most mechs were capable of flight.
However, many of them could only fly close to the ground, perhaps three to five hundred meters high, mainly to avoid obstacles on the ground.
But the reality was that there were very few mechs that could fly... very, very few.
Mechs had already been scarce to begin with, and now that it was the apocalypse, there were no conditions for maintaining them.
So most mechs could not fly, even though everyone knew they had once been able to.
Qu Jianlei had even heard that Transport Mechs could fly.
But clearly, in his current state, there was no way he could fly.
So he could only keep lying low, and he increasingly felt that it was not safe enough.
Just as he had expected, as time passed, more and more people from the Hong Yi Settlement entered the mountains to search.
At their peak, there were probably twenty or thirty thousand people in the mountains.
No one knew what benefits the Main Settlement had offered, or what orders it had given.
But having too many people brought inconveniences as well as