Deep into the Eastern Plate, Entering the Hundred Severed Mountain Range for the Second Time!

September 1, Year Four of the Doomsday Calendar.

The Town Fire Squad timed their departure with the opening of the frontline checkpoint and drove out at six in the morning.

Because they had submitted fewer weapon requests, their vehicle had been upgraded. Their original basic Troop Carrier had been replaced with an all-terrain energy vehicle, saving the squad at least a week of travel on foot.

The vehicle could carry up to eight people. Fortunately, their luggage and supplies could all be stored in the Storage Space, so they did not need to take up room inside the vehicle.

He Qin was driving, while Merrick sat in the passenger seat and watched the road.

Torres and Sanchez, the two brawny men, sat in the middle, while Neil and Su Mo occupied the third row.

Squad leader Zhao Lei and newcomer Gao Ruoyun sat in the back, guarding the rear.

It was easy to tell that everyone had still been grinning inside the checkpoint, seemingly unbothered by the journey ahead, as if they were going on a relaxed and pleasant outing.

However, the moment they left the checkpoint, the atmosphere inside the vehicle clearly grew serious.

Zhao Lei's hearty laughter, which had continued just a second earlier, abruptly stopped. Su Mo glanced back and saw that Zhao Lei's jaw had already tightened, while both hands instinctively clenched around his weapon.

Merrick, in the passenger seat, had also lost the mood to tell bad jokes. His lips were tightly sealed, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's as he constantly scanned the surrounding environment, his mind racing as he analyzed every possible situation that might arise.

Torres and Sanchez, the two gunners, immediately gripped their rifles. Their right hands rested on the stocks, while their left hands stayed on the