As they were in the middle of their discussion, the sun was already climbing higher.
In a blink, it was noon.
Ju Tianrui and his people had set out at six in the morning; by midday they had reached Huitong in Xiang Province, and had already covered more than three-fifths of the distance.
"Camp Commander, look, there are people coming from the opposite side again."
Inside the infantry fighting vehicle, a team member said to Ju Tianrui.
Ju Tianrui looked at the dozens of people ahead, all carrying big and small bags on their backs, looking like refugees on the run.
They stared at them in terror and wanted to flee, but seemed to sense that Ju Tianrui had no intention of attacking them, so they only stood far off in the fields, watching from a distance.
Some of them were on motorcycles, some on foot.
Now they were stopped in the wasteland by the roadside, staring at them in some fright.
In the crowd.
