In the center of the platform, the men who had arrived one after another formed a circle.
Four radios sat in the middle, continuously broadcasting voices.
If not for the different faction sales labels stamped on the four radios, everyone would have thought the voices were caused by a malfunction.
"Tian Yuan Territory? Tian Yuan Rescue Team? Has anyone seen that term on the World Channel?"
"Paid rescue services. This... this definitely isn't bait, is it?"
"Rifles, machine guns, even doctors. They're definitely not bragging, are they?"
"Forget about that. Whether it's real rescue or bait, it'd be good if they came and let the Radiation Beasts fight them."
"What if they run the moment they see the Radiation Beasts? Or sit nearby and profit while we fight each other?"
"Profit from what? What do you have to profit from?"
"Well said. As long as I can survive, I don't care if they capture me as a slave. I don't want to die in these Barren Mountains!"
The scattered voices gradually pieced together. Someone had already written them down with pen and paper.
Under normal circumstances, if they had heard such a "distinctive" rescue service over the radio, everyone present might still have considered the consequences of revealing their location.
But now, they had been trapped atop the hill by the Radiation Beasts and forced into a desperate struggle.
At a time like this, worrying about the price they would have to pay after being rescued was clearly being overly cautious.
"But we don't have a Radio Station to send a message, and with all this snow on the platform, it'll be hard to light a visible signal fire." After saying this, Uncle Liu glanced toward the passage below and listened carefully.
The sounds of Radiation Beasts searching for an