Xing Taining slowed his pace, and he looked around at the base, which was now seeing fewer and fewer people. He wondered whether those missing individuals had left to seek a new life or had died from starvation or the cold.
"Let's get out of the base first."
Xing Taining merely uttered this sentence to the brothers constantly complaining behind him, and immediately, the dozen or so men following him fell silent.
"Captain Xing, in this freezing weather, are you going out to find supplies again?"
At the entrance, a short man wearing a mink coat asked with a smile.
The man looked shifty-eyed, and his expensive mink coat seemed oddly out of place on him, yet it was precisely this man, being a distant relative of Deputy Zhang, who had secured the position of the chief gate guard. His daily task was to skim a part of the supplies from the survivors that entered the gate.
