Compared to strong and robust men, women truly had an innate disadvantage in the wasteland.
Moreover, most women from the age of civilization were completely unable to adapt to the wasteland's initial pace. Thus, in terms of proportion, the wasteland's annual male-to-female casualty ratio should have been three to seven.
However, as time passed, women who had survived until now were actually little different from men in terms of survival ability.
They had adapted to the wasteland's brutal rhythm, grown accustomed to life-and-death separations, and abandoned impossible fantasies.
Aside from hunting and other tasks that required direct physical strength, women actually performed better than men most of the time.
Careful, efficient, thorough, considerate. With all these advantages combined with the ultimate benefit of eating less, most survivor groups heading into the New Continent actually liked recruiting women.
The same was true of the migration party Cheng Fei was currently in. Women made up quite a large number, accounting for nearly half the group.
"Brother Cheng, what brings you here? Where's my brother?"
Lin Yin woke from her sleep and looked over with a sallow, malnourished face.
When she saw that Cheng Fei was alone, she hurriedly asked.
The Cheng and Lin families had been old friends since they were in the deep sea, but along the way, Lin Yin's father and Cheng Fei's father had both sacrificed themselves in the wasteland to protect their families.
Only Lin Ma and Cheng Fei's mother remained, bringing three children with them as they migrated toward the New Continent.
The hardships they had endured along the way were impossible to describe completely in words.
Even so, the relationship between the two families remained beyond doubt. Cheng Fei could completely regard Lin Yin as his younger sister.
"Something's wrong. Lin Cheng went out today without