The sky was dim.
At the entrance to the lonely, secluded ruins, countless wires had already coiled around the Angel Transport Vehicle several times.
Although the talented people selected from Origin Camp and the militia brought over from the territory were martial artists who had either never finished college or had barely attended school for a few days,
at this moment, they still racked their brains, chattering away as they discussed the matter.
"What do you think the director can do to modify this transport vehicle? No matter how I look at it, the most he could do is weld a few layers onto the top, right?"
"Too many welded layers wouldn't be safe. I think we should install a few trailers at the back. Wouldn't that let us carry more people?"
"A trailer? You're trying to use a trailer in the mountains? Do you have a death wish?"
"If you ask me, reinforcing the vehicle body and transporting everyone in several batches is the most realistic solution."
"That won't work either. There are still nearly ten thousand people. At most, this vehicle could carry two or three hundred people per trip."
"At fifteen days per round trip... emm, forget it. We might as well walk back over two years."
After calculating how long it would take to transport everyone back to the territory using only the vehicle, the people present could not help shrinking their heads.
The game had only given them a fifty-day disaster interval.
There was now just a little over a month left before the next disaster information would be announced.
Since they had decided to move everyone back, they had to complete it as quickly as possible within this period, no matter what.
The longer they delayed, the greater the pressure on supplies and the