The winding, difficult route stayed far from the main road. It was the shortest straight-line path between Shangjing Base and the Hunter Alliance headquarters. He Peiyuan walked ahead, Gao Shaohui behind him, crossing mountains and rivers, determined to follow this one path to the very end no matter what lay ahead.
He Peiyuan was not walking quickly in front. He seemed to be in the mood to admire the scenery as he went.
Gao Shaohui followed behind, his face full of conflict and hesitation. He really wanted to say that at this pace, they would not arrive even by next year—but he did not dare...
Finally, after wandering along like this for two days, Gao Shaohui could not take it anymore and cautiously asked, "How about I get us a helicopter?"
He Peiyuan glanced at him. "You have flying transportation?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Gao Shaohui nodded frantically.
He Peiyuan fell silent for a while, then sighed. "Why didn't you say so earlier? My feet are blistered from walking."
At this moment, in the western theater, as dawn broke, the Tianyang Regiment's withdrawal was nearing its end. Large numbers of troops had already moved far away from the front lines, swiftly leaving by the adjacent roads.
As soon as daylight came, the New Humans forces immediately ceased fighting and retreated like a receding tide. Amid the corpses strewn everywhere—where it was impossible to distinguish humans from Abominations—they gradually vanished from the Abominations' sight.
The battlefield was too chaotic. Corpses covered the ground and blood flowed like rivers, while the buildings and vegetation on both sides had been devastated beyond recognition. From afar, it was impossible to make out the actual situation; all anyone could see were bodies everywhere.
Thus, the few Abomination regiments that had already withdrawn failed to notice