"Move out!"
Inside the lead vehicle, Liu Chuan shouted outside through the Loudspeaker.
The convoy slowly pulled out of the hospital, then followed the road toward the other end of town, crossing all of Peace Town.
Most of the people in town chose to leave with the Survival Rules Convoy. After all, they believed this convoy could bring them hope.
The Hope Convoy and a small group of people chose to stay.
In their eyes, the convoy Lin Yi and the others belonged to was not the best choice.
The convoy stretched out like a long dragon, all sorts of vehicles lined up neatly as they traveled along the highway covered in yellow sand.
This time, the Survival Rules Convoy's numbers had exceeded a thousand again-and broken past the three-thousand mark.
Even Liu Chuan and the others had never imagined the convoy would one day grow so large.
But the more people there were, the greater the danger.
That was one of the most obvious truths of the apocalypse.
As their leader, Liu Chuan would have to stay alert on the road ahead and ensure the convoy had a safe route.
As the sky gradually brightened, the first breeze blew toward the convoy.
Then yellow sand drifted in from the distant horizon. Grains of sand swept along with the fierce wind, turning the sky yellow as they surged toward the convoy.
The instant the convoy entered the sandstorm, their visibility became impaired.
It was just like the torrential rain they had encountered back in Guizhou Province.
Visibility plummeted.
Some drivers farther back were so nervous that they crashed on the spot, and the people inside their vehicles broke down, screaming and shouting.
Yet the vehicles up front kept moving at a steady speed. Clearly, the problem lay with the drivers.