The convoy gradually passed through the gate, and when all the moving vehicles smoothly passed through the "Sea of Destiny Corpses," a passage symbolic of death, Xu Renjie finally collapsed into his seat with a sense of relief.

It wasn't just him; around him, the brothers who had faced life and death together were also mostly panting heavily, sitting cross-legged.

The professional soldiers were already so exhausted, not to mention the ordinary people.

These civilians were currently reflecting on their survival with a sense of fortune, the fatigue and weariness they had been suppressing suddenly overwhelming them as their minds relaxed.

Tang Xiaoquan rubbed his throat, which was retching uncontrollably, as the series of jarring bumps made his stomach feel quite uncomfortable.

Seeing his discomfort, Wu Chao offered a few words of comfort with some concern, while inside, he was deeply moved by the "thrills and chills" of the past few minutes.

"That driver is really something! Do you know his name?" Curious as always, Wen Quanxin whispered after remembering that Tang Xiaoquan had shared a cabin with the driver earlier.

"Wang, Wang Zhongyu!" Tang Xiaoquan replied without hesitation. If you had asked him the man's name earlier, he might not have remembered. But now, after experiencing that hellish ordeal, the name was etched in his mind.

As the orchestrator of this event, Wang Zhongyu was presently leaning back in his seat like someone who had lost their soul. Despite it being a crisp September day, his back was unknowingly drenched in sweat.

"That was really close!" Wang Zhongyu casually flicked the windshield wiper, staring at the pieces of flesh and blood stains splattered on the glass, feeling a wave of lingering fear.

He was the "trailblazer," after all. Had he made a mistake or had the vehicle broken down at the gate exit, the entire convoy's fate might have... Wang Zhongyu dared not think further.

Still, they managed to break through without incident, despite some elements of luck being involved.

But life, in essence, is 70% effort and 30% fate.

Looking back at the gradually fading warehouse gates, every member of the crew felt an indescribable pride overflowing within them.

Indeed! They had every reason to be proud! Facing such a complex environment and surrounded by a sea of zombies, they overcame their fear and pushed their limits.

Though some aspects fell short of expectations, the fact remained: zero casualties, six fully loaded vehicles said it all.

The convoy began to accelerate. The roads had been cleared, so they no longer had to worry about any obstacles.

After a period of calm and recovery, the previously silent convoy started to become lively once more.

Nothing could delight these survivors more than having a heap of food, especially when many of them hadn't seen so much food in a long time. Some team members even began to fantasize about the feast awaiting them at the base.

Zhao Yunhai nonchalantly pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his waist. His fingers, darkened from continuous killing, trembled slightly.

He pulled out two cigarettes, tossing one to Dazhuang, with the other intended for Wang Qiang, except...

"Hey, Qiangzi, what are you doing..." Zhao Yunhai, imitating the other's actions uncertainly, was genuinely curious about Wang Qiang's behavior.

In response, Wang Qiang simply adjusted his collar and hair using the reflection in the truck's rear window. Once satisfied, he turned vainly to Old Zhao and Dazhuang, striking a pose: "How's my look, Old Zhao? Do I have a bit of the Liu Dehua vibe going on?"

Zhao Yunhai stifled his laughter, nodding his head twice: "Yes, yes, just like Liu Dehua himself. I might not be able to tell the difference if he were here... But why are you dressing up so handsomely?"

"Sigh~" Wang Qiang flicked his fingers, putting on a "You don't understand" expression: "Old Liu, we've accomplished quite the feat today! Look at all this food; it solves the base's food problem. So as returning heroes, I'm guessing the base is ready to welcome us. I need to tidy up, you know, just in case a pretty girl fancies me, wouldn't that solve my personal problem? Hehehe!"

A mischievous laugh followed, but Zhao Yunhai didn't mind. Truthfully, he regarded the young man in front of him as his own son, so from the bottom of his heart, he also hoped his godson could find a happy marriage.

After all, though the apocalypse is tough, life must continue. Whether the day is hard or joyful, why not live comfortably and happily?

The convoy continued to press forward, gradually closing the gap with the base under the watchful gaze of the surrounding zombies.

Vehicle number 7, previously at the rear, accelerated to the front, and as they neared the base, even the usually calm and steady Xu Renjie couldn't suppress his excitement.

It was understandable for him to react this way, given that as the leader of the base, no one knew better than him the significance of this mission's success.

This wasn't merely about solving food issues—it meant the stabilization of the base's order. At least, Xu Renjie wouldn't have to worry about the citizens doing anything irrational due to hunger.

Moreover, resolving the food issue could greatly improve the morale of the populace, preventing them from languishing in hopeless inertia due to physical exhaustion.

This way, many activities could be resumed, and the base could enter a period of positive development.

Lost in his grand blueprint, the convoy reached its destination, gradually slowing down, with vehicle number 7 stopping right in front of the gymnasium.

Ten minutes passed... yet the convoy, expected to make some move, remained stationary.

This prolonged inspection made the eagerly awaiting Wang Qiang impatient: "What the heck are they doing, delaying their own leader's return this much!?"

Old Zhao was puzzled too: "Okay, I'll go take a look!"

"Sigh~ I'm coming too!"

With that, Wang Qiang joined Old Zhao in getting out of the vehicle. As they continued forward, Wang and Zhao noticed all the soldiers gathered at the front vehicle. Someone was loudly challenging the silhouettes on the gym's roof: "What do you intend to do! Why haven't you opened the door? Where's Dai Sha!?"

After a moment, an all-too-familiar and detested voice to every member of the Survivor Squad finally rang out: "Oh ho ho, so it's Captain Xu back, huh! Oh wow, you got all the food! Not bad, not bad! I thank you on behalf of all the people at Yuhuan Gymnasium for your contributions this trip! By the way, let me slip in another word while I'm at it: as it happens, I've, Dai Sha, taken full control of this gymnasium!!"

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