People who hauled heavy cargo across the wilderness generally did not choose to travel at night, because they feared encountering unknown dangers.
But after receiving Lu Xin's warning and becoming alert, Gao Ting, who was driving the lead truck, the veteran drivers who had just survived a major disaster still showed their fierce spirit. They immediately extinguished the campfire, assigned personnel, and climbed into the cabs.
The convoy had originally consisted of more than fifty people. Each heavy truck had two drivers, along with a dedicated motorcycle scouting team, security team, and others.
But after losing more than twenty people in that abandoned city, their staffing was naturally no longer as complete as before.
Still, after rearranging everyone, assigning one driver to each truck was no problem. There were even five or six people left to scout ahead.
Soon, beneath the Crimson Moon, one heavy truck after another left the camp and entered the main road.
Gao Ting personally drove the lead truck, taking the first position and controlling the speed and route.
Lu Xin and Old Zhou's truck traveled at the rear, responsible for guarding the convoy.
Little Zhou had been assigned to a truck that was short a driver, so she had moved to the middle.
Traveling day and night, the convoy began heading toward Central City.
"Glasses! Map."
Lu Xin brought up the map from there to Central City. After scanning it, he roughly understood the situation.
From White Tower Town to Central City, there were still roughly six hundred kilometers.
Judging from the road conditions after the Crimson Moon appeared, the convoy would take a little over two days.
However, the map showed that within several hundred kilometers of Central City, there were numerous gathering points marked in green.
That was because Central City was