At night, the mountain wind was piercingly cold.
Accompanied by a steady drizzle, it swept across the mountains and fields.
Dapao and the others moved the scrapped vehicles back and forth, using them as a temporary protective wall.
Then came the heavy trucks, encircling it, forming a safe area in the center.
Li Yu stood at the edge of the highway, looking down through the guardrail to see the road dozens of meters below.
After finishing a cigarette, feeling hungry, he returned to the vehicle to steam some food.
They weren't short of food; this time, they had brought enough for more than half a month.
There were people watching both ends of the road, and tonight they had come up with a watch rotation schedule, with two people on each side.
The rest were resting and sleeping inside the vehicles.
After the eventful day, everyone was a bit tired, and besides those on duty, the others quietly went back inside the vehicles to rest.
