"Stay hidden. Don't make a sound!"
All the Parent's Association members lay in the wilderness, covering themselves with camouflage foil blankets. They did not even dare let out a breath of warm air.
Soon, a Li Clan B-Class Airship sped overhead. Only after it had gone far away did everyone breathe a sigh of relief, get to their feet, fold up their foil blankets, and tuck them into their clothes for later use.
Foil blankets were also excellent life-saving tools outdoors. If you were trapped somewhere freezing cold, wrapping yourself tightly in one would reflect the heat radiation emitted by your body and keep you warm.
This was the "last night" of wilderness survival, because this foil blanket could help you endure a cold night. Simple, yet practical.
Everyone rose and continued onward.
"I'd always heard that old man on Ginkgo Mountain was ruthless. Now I've seen it for myself," Luo Wanyai said as he looked over the supply inventory Xiao Qi had organized. "He really didn't plan on letting us eat our fill."
The supplies truly had every kind of medicine imaginable. Forget antibiotics—even contraceptives had been prepared for them.
But as for food, there was only enough to save a small number of people.
Seeing this, Luo Wanyai more or less understood. The old man had deliberately intended for them to make it to the end, using these 7,000 kilometers to forge a capable, reliable, pure force.
"Let's get out of here. Every last one of us," Luo Wanyai said emotionally. "Most of these people lived in cities before. When the Rat Tide came, they had no choice but to face it. Now they're being given a choice. Anyone who wants to run should run early. Those who ought to stay, stay. Once we've finished these 7,000 kilometers,