Jiang Baimian looked over and didn’t discover anything. Genava and the others were the same.
“What is it?” Shang Jianyao asked curiously.
Bai Chen pursed her lips and said, “A white leopard or some other feline creature.”
Jiang Baimian nodded slightly. “A creature from Icefield that has relatively high resistance to the cold?”
Shang Jianyao was concerned about another question. “What does such a creature usually eat?”
“Other Icefield creatures.” Long Yuehong felt that the question was self-explanatory. Would you feed it if it didn’t have anything to eat?
Jiang Baimian clapped her hands. “Alright, everyone knows that creatures exist in Icefield. Let’s just mind our own business.”
Apart from Shang Jianyao, who had some objections, the others had no objections.
The Old Task Force soon split into two teams. One team prepared dinner, and the other team chopped down the doors nearby and gathered a large amount of firewood.
The bonfire burned, and the crackling flames made one feel a sense of warmth.
Long Yuehong hadn’t seen flames for days and was rather touched. He exhaled and said, “I used to think that compared to the company, places like the Blackmarsh Wilderness don’t seem like places humans should live in. But I now feel that compared to Icefield, those places in the Blackmarsh Wilderness are like heaven.”
For once, Shang Jianyao didn’t retort.
In the middle of the night, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao wrapped themselves in thick clothes and alighted from the jeep to replace Bai Chen and Long Yuehong.
The bonfire gently swayed, bringing light and warmth, as well as black shadows and silence.
Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao were experienced warriors who didn’t lower their vigilance because of the harsh environment. They circled the bonfire and slowly paced around, observing and sensing their surroundings.
After nearly an hour, Jiang Baimian suddenly frowned and tilted her ear. “Is there a sound?”
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Shang Jianyao clapped. “Your ears are much better than before.”
He indicated that there was indeed a sound through such a reply.
The sound was deep and rumbling as it came from afar, sounding like a whimper from the wind.
Jiang Baimian focused for a while and muttered to herself, “The sound of engines? And there’s more than one, perhaps more than ten…”
“A convoy?” Shang Jianyao guessed excitedly.
Jiang Baimian frowned. “What convoy won’t rest in the middle of the night?”
More importantly, which convoy would come to Icefield in this season?
“You’ll have to ask them that.” Shang Jianyao said matter-of-factly.
Jiang Baimian listened for a while before saying, “The sound of the engines is getting further and further away. It shouldn’t have anything to do with us. Maintain basic vigilance and don’t get involved.”
“Alright.” Shang Jianyao didn’t act up this time.
After more than half an hour, the sounds completely disappeared. Jiang Baimian informed Genava, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong of this matter at dawn. They then had breakfast and got into the jeep, prepared to leave the city ruin and continue heading to their destination.
The jeep drove out of the city along the streets on both sides of the road.
After passing through an intersection, Shang Jianyao—who was sleeping in the backseatsuddenly opened his eyes and excitedly said, “There are people over there. There’s one, two, three, four, five…”
He kept counting until Jiang Baimian interrupted him. “Give a rough number.”
Shang Jianyao had to stop counting. “Fewer than 100, but it’s not much fewer.”