Chapter 1335: There Must Not Be Any Mistakes
The wheels rumbled like thunder above the dead earth, raising dust that covered the sky.
Under the car lights, the dust seemed to come to life, like a group of golden butterflies dancing happily, and every flap of its wings carried everyone's ardent longing for the future.
The longing rose with the wind, permeating and flying in the air, like a flag of hope fluttering.
The light from the car lights was like a peerless divine sword, ruthlessly cutting through the darkness that was as thick as ink and as solid as substance, illuminating the rugged road ahead as bright as day.
On both sides of the road, the gravel is like ferocious fangs and the potholes are like the devil's huge mouth, exposed under the light, just like the hideous monsters hiding in the dark in this doomsday world, ready to devour anyone at any time.
In the team, everyone's heart is filled with longing for the future.
That is a desire that goes deep into the soul.
They firmly believe that the Jinling base is the shining light of hope.
There, the warm houses are like a safe haven, protecting against all the cold in the world.
Adequate food is like the fountain of life that can dispel the shadow of hunger.
There is no terrifying fear brought by zombies, and no suffocating oppression of death that follows like a shadow.
That is the paradise in their hearts, the only sacred belief in the apocalyptic wasteland, and the driving force for them to move forward courageously.
At this time, the driver of the bus that was third in the convoy was replaced by Fat Head.
Fatty’s broad back, like a towering mountain, gives people an inexplicable sense of security.
He held the steering wheel firmly, the veins bulging on his sturdy arms, showing his strength.
He narrowed his eyes and stared straight ahead.
That look seemed to penetrate the endless darkness and identify every danger on the road ahead.
His serious look also reveals a naive spirit.
It was as if he was trying to figure out something of great importance concerning the survival of the world, and he was so focused that he couldn't afford to be negligent in the slightest.
That persistent look made people feel both funny and inexplicably reliable.
As for Wu Qingcang, who was originally driving, he was busy in the car.
He was very agile and moved nimbly among the piles of supplies carried in the vehicle.
As he picked up each piece of supplies to inspect them, his eyes showed seriousness and caution.
He looked very carefully and did not miss any problem.
After checking, he carefully put the supplies back in place to ensure that nothing went wrong on the bumpy road.
He was busy and shouted to everyone:
"Take good care of your weapons. It's dangerous on the road. Don't forget to find them when you need them."
He continued to work like this for a long time, then stood up and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
Beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, leaving a clear mark on his dusty face.
In the armored vehicle in front of the bus, Zhao Gang sat steadily in the passenger seat.
His posture was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with a kind of majesty that stood proudly in the troubled times. Even if he was just sitting quietly, his fierce aura was like a strong wind blowing towards you, making the atmosphere in the car solemn.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed tightly on the winding road ahead. The road was like a dormant giant python, hidden in the dark and full of dangers, as if danger would suddenly emerge at any time.
From time to time, he glanced at the convoy through the rearview mirror. His eyes were as sharp as lightning and seemed to be real. With just a glance, he could grasp the driving status, personnel situation and other information of each vehicle.
Whenever he confirmed that the convoy was temporarily safe, his expression, as tense as a bowstring, would relax slightly, as if the taut string had loosened a little.
But in a flash, he would become tense again, concentrating on all the changes around him as if facing a formidable enemy, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
He knew very well that in this doomsday world, any negligence could bring disaster to the convoy.
After another inspection, Zhao Gang tilted his head slightly, his eyes sharp as torches, and slowly scanned the driver's seat and his companions in other seats in the car.
These people are the core management of the Hope Base, and each of them is a man as strong as steel who has followed him through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Zhao Gang's expression was as solemn as the sky before a storm. He took a deep breath and said in a low and hoarse voice:
"We must not make any mistakes on this last leg of the journey. We must lead everyone to the Jinling base safely!"
His words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing huge waves in everyone's heart.
The person in the driver's seat felt the weight of the words and nodded vigorously, his eyes wide open with fighting spirit burning like fire.
He clenched his fist unconsciously. His fist seemed to be made of steel, his knuckles turned white and veins bulged from the force.
The other people in the car also looked stern and straightened their backs.
The person in the driver's seat was the first to respond loudly:
"Don't worry, Brother Zhao, we are all ready. No matter what we encounter, we will not back down! Even if it's a sea of fire and a mountain of swords, we will lead everyone through it!"
As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, puffed out his chest, and displayed a fearless demeanor.
This momentum quickly spread throughout the car. It was everyone's desire for survival, their yearning for the future, and their indomitable spirit in this doomsday world.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the convoy.
Li Luo sat quietly in the off-road vehicle that was leading the way, like a quiet painting.
The car window was like a magic mirror, reflecting her delicate face.
She looked dreamy, like a fairy descending to earth, emitting the ethereal and extraordinary aura of fairyland, descending into this devastated hell on earth that seemed to have been forgotten by the world.
Her eyes penetrated the car window and looked at the miserable apocalyptic world outside.
It was an endless darkness, like the deepest black hole in the universe, swallowing up all hope and vitality.
In this darkness, some vague outlines occasionally flashed, which were the ruins of the once prosperous and bustling town.
Broken bricks and stones were scattered everywhere in a disorderly manner, like the forgotten debris of an ancient battlefield.
Among them, some bricks and stones still had mottled bloodstains that had long since dried up, and the bloodstains faintly exuded the smell of death in the darkness.
They are like silent ghosts, silently telling the extremely tragic stories of the past.
Every bloodstain is like a lament left behind when life fades away.
The remains of zombies will occasionally emerge from the darkness, and they are a creepy presence.
These remains are like evil monsters bred from the depths of darkness. Even though they are dead, they still exude a terrifying aura that makes people's hearts palpitate.
Their twisted limbs and empty eye sockets seem like the curse marks left by the god of death, which makes people shudder.
However, Li Luo's eyes were as calm as water, like a deep bottomless pool.
