As the military transport truck rumbled along noisily, a cold, piercing wind blew through the exposed cargo bed, the knife wind cutting the passengers' faces.
At the beginning, what worried Ren Xiaosu the most was that these military transport trucks would transport the men and women to separate places, with the women being directly transported to the factory to work as female workers. However, that situation did not happen, and it allowed him to let out a temporary sigh of relief.
Wang Fugui said with a frown, "We couldn't bring our bicycles with us."
The moment he said that, Ren Xiaosu's face turned gloomy.
This was probably the first time their group had suffered such a significant loss since leaving Stronghold 113.
This was the wasteland. All belongings were but worldly possessions, where things got discarded at a whim. If that saying applied to human lives, it was even more so for bicycles!
