Huayang's spirits lifted, "Which squad?"
Wen Biao shook his head, "Not from the train."
"Then what's the point..."
For them, only the teams on the train counted as combat strength; even a single person was better than an entire squad of Gunfire.
"I heard they're Genetically Modified Warriors," Wen Biao added.
"What the heck?" Huayang was momentarily stunned. Knowing too much, various ideas flashed through his mind, and he couldn't immediately determine what the other was referring to.
"A kind of new Evolver, I guess. I don't really understand, and they didn't explain much. They said there are twenty of them, and we should make good use of them."
The teammate responsible for sensing said, "Okay, that's all."
Huayang got up, brushing the snow off his body, "Let's go, pick up the guns."
Due to the difficulty of transporting supplies, maintaining a food supply was already challenging enough; firearms and ammunition had to be obtained from the enemies.
