The vehicle drove for half an hour before the road became bumpy and potholed.
The tarpaulin over the vehicle had already been removed.
Under the hazy moonlight, shell craters pocked the ground everywhere. Not far away stood an abandoned village, nothing but ruins and broken walls. Desolation filled the eye, and even the air was permeated with a faint stench of corpses.
This was already the battlefield of that battle. Ever since Ningzhou had been occupied by the barbarians, this place had become a complete no-man's-land.
Several crows had gathered on the road, pecking incessantly at a mangled, rotting corpse and occasionally letting out eerie cries.
As the convoy approached, the crows immediately shrieked in panic and prepared to take flight. Before they had risen very high, however, several sharp arrows shot them apart one after another, scattering feathers and sprays of blood through the air.
"Damn it, what rotten luck!" Lu Shouhu spat and lowered his War Bow.
Chen Shouyi glanced at him. His bow was nearly half a man tall, its limbs intricate in structure. One look was enough to tell that it possessed terrifying power. He had not even drawn it fully—only halfway—and its might already rivaled Chen Shouyi's all-out shot.
"Save some of your strength," Ye Zong said, opening his eyes.
Ye Zong held considerable prestige among this group, enough to keep everyone in line.
Lu Shouhu nodded without speaking. He took out an energy bar, tore open the wrapper, and placed it in his mouth to chew slowly.
Everyone was conserving their strength, and the atmosphere was oppressive and silent.
Only the steady rumble of the Steam Truck's wheels and the croaking of frogs clamored in their ears.
Chen Shouyi loosely held his War Bow and looked up at the distant sky. Quite a few