The convoy had passed Bishkek from a distance, without stopping anywhere near the city.
Zhao Qiang was right; on their way, Gao Yuan and his group encountered zombies three times, but they were just scattered ones. The vehicles didn't even stop; the trucks in front just plowed straight through them.
In the dead of night, the convoy stopped near a desolate gas station.
Following along the Ala-Tau mountain range, the area wasn't uninhabited, but the density of villages couldn't compare to the domestic situation. It wasn't a no-man's land, but it was still sparsely populated. After leaving the area near Bishkek where villages were relatively clustered, it would be dozens of kilometers before encountering another village.
When they came across a roadside gas station, it was certain they would stop to rest. Most importantly, they needed to see if there was any diesel left in the tanks.
