On the deeply ravined muddy ground, two troop carriers sped toward the side where the sun was setting, sandwiching the tank between them.
By visual estimation, they were traveling at least fifty kilometers per hour.
No, there should be three tanks.
Old Wang had never seen anyone install tracks on something shaped so much like a cargo truck.
The grinding sound of crushed debris grew louder and louder. The uneven ground did not affect the speed of the three behemoths in the slightest.
"I didn't expect there to be a Gathering Place from Blue Star here too."
"They have tanks. Their strength shouldn't be weak. At the very least, they probably aren't afraid of that Academy."
"Hard to say. The Academy is one of Blue Star's most powerful factions."
"If they're willing to help us hold off the Academy's pursuers... Forget it. How could any Blue Star people have offended the Academy?"
"Should we follow them and take a look? This is the first large Gathering Place we've seen since escaping."
Watching from afar, they saw that the tanks did not enter the ruins. Instead, they sped farther west.
The refugees in the apartment block grew anxious.
They cursed nonstop, their regret-filled eyes searching the edge of their vision in anticipation of a second convoy.
Unfortunately, even after more than twenty minutes, no other vehicles appeared.
Instead, three mutated rats that happened to pass by became part of the refugees' stockpile of supplies.
"We have to go take a look."
"Even if they can't take us in, it would be great if we could steal a vehicle from them."
Old Wang nearly ground his teeth to pieces as he forced the words out through clenched teeth.
People always had to take responsibility for the choices they made.
He understood that.