The convoy gradually passed through the gate, and when all the moving vehicles smoothly passed through the "Sea of Destiny Corpses," a passage symbolic of death, Xu Renjie finally collapsed into his seat with a sense of relief.
It wasn't just him; around him, the brothers who had faced life and death together were also mostly panting heavily, sitting cross-legged.
The professional soldiers were already so exhausted, not to mention the ordinary people.
These civilians were currently reflecting on their survival with a sense of fortune, the fatigue and weariness they had been suppressing suddenly overwhelming them as their minds relaxed.
Tang Xiaoquan rubbed his throat, which was retching uncontrollably, as the series of jarring bumps made his stomach feel quite uncomfortable.
Seeing his discomfort, Wu Chao offered a few words of comfort with some concern, while inside, he was deeply moved by the "thrills and chills" of the past few minutes.
