Half Chance, Brutal Wasteland Survival!

The setting sun was like blood, its red glow spilling across the earth.

The rumbling of wheels had grown louder as over a hundred vehicles of various designs drew closer, until it rang clearly in everyone's ears.

A shell suddenly exploded in the center of the camp, its kill radius reaching a terrifying fifty-plus meters.

That single blast had already left casualties numbering in the thousands.

A moment later.

Standing before the city gate, Du Shi watched as all the vehicles gradually grew larger and clearer in his field of vision.

After his initial confusion, rage, and frenzy,

he had now calmed down and withdrawn all his emotions deep into his heart.

Of course, this was not because Du Shi had seen the enemy's overwhelming strength and completely lost the will to fight.

Rather, the moment he realized that he had to survive in order to take revenge, he buried that hatred deep in his heart, waiting for the right moment to let it take root and grow.

More and more bizarre armored vehicles rumbled toward the city gate.

They had not approached from a single direction. Instead, they had evenly surrounded every possible exit from the camp.

With countless gun emplacements trained on them, the painful groans in the city gradually faded. Most people could only stand there blankly, gripping the "weapons" that should have been farming tools, silently praying that the next shell would not land beside them.

Creak.

Once all the armored vehicles had taken their positions, a vehicle as large as a truck, with a thick spike mounted at its front, stopped outside the East Gate leading into the camp.

After its door emitted a teeth-grating scrape, a leg as massive as a beast's appeared in everyone's sight.

It was so thick and covered in silver