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"Let's begin the Great Migration."

"Why does it look more like a mass escape to me?"

"Ahem, don't tell the truth. I mean, mind the impact. We're in public—leave the others some dignity."

Under the current circumstances, scattered operations were not a good thing.

The East Country People's camps had previously been spread far and wide, with small and medium-sized teams hunting independently and outposts everywhere, all for the sake of land reclamation and development.

Casting a wide net made it easier to rake in a fortune.

When no one knew where the mineral deposits were, digging everywhere was the only way to gain more. More importantly, whatever an independent small team found belonged to them alone, so everyone had greater motivation to "scavenge" for themselves.

But in wartime, dispersing one's forces was practically taboo. The enemy would not spare you because you had fewer people. On the contrary, picking off the weak first was basic strategic common sense.

Naturally, those scattered small and medium-sized teams became the hardest-hit victims.

Even after radio communications were restored, the lucky small teams could quickly band together, find advantageous terrain, and establish temporary Safe Houses. The unlucky ones, isolated with no help nearby, could only grit their teeth and endure, waiting for reinforcements.

".At last, you've come."

During the journey of Lu PingAn's hastily assembled convoy, this was often the first of the two sentences they heard most.

Throughout the endless dark night, all they could do was huddle together for warmth and wait for a miracle.

After all, a team of three to five people and a camp of a dozen people were not fundamentally different prey in the Aus people's hunts. One merely took a single raid to finish off, while the other required a little more effort.

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