After fueling up, Qiangwei directly sat astride the motorcycle, turned her head to look at Yang Tao, and said as cold as frost: "Get on."
He looked at the handsome motorcycle and then glanced at Qiangwei.
"Stop dazing around."
Hearing the urging sound, Yang Tao no longer put on hypocritical airs either, directly straddling his leg to sit behind Qiangwei. The seating space on this kind of motorcycle was inherently small; after Yang Tao sat up, his body pressed tightly against Qiangwei's back.
Qiangwei: "..."
"Don't move around recklessly."
"Oh..."
Yang Tao gave an answering nod and then pressed his hands onto the fuel tank in front.
Looking at the large hands pressed against the fuel tank, Qiangwei was speechless for a moment. To call the other party a proper gentleman, his entire body was pressed up against her; to call the other party a rogue, yet his two hands honestly and dutifully supported themselves on the fuel tank.
"Sit tight."
The moment the words fell, the motorcycle surged out. Qiangwei's red long hair carried a distinct charm, and there was also a faint scent of shampoo.
It was a fruity scent.
As for why Yang Tao was so clear on this, that was because Qiangwei didn't wear a helmet while riding the motorcycle, and her long red hair whipped against his face like a small whip.
Fortunately, Yang Tao's skin was relatively thick.
"Master, what kind of work do you do?"
"Xiong Bing Lian."
Qiangwei was still as sparing of her words as gold, spitting out a name that Yang Tao found faintly familiar: "Xiong Bing Lian? In the military? You don't look like someone who has undergone training either."
"Mm."
Qiangwei gave an answering nod without explaining anything. Seeing that she was unwilling to say more, Yang Tao didn't speak further either.
After about ten-odd minutes of time had passed, Yang Tao saw a convoy appear on the road. This was a convoy composed of four large buses and armored vehicles.
'Is this the survivor team that Qiangwei spoke of? There are actually even armored vehicles and troop carriers; the national military hasn't collapsed? Then exactly what kind of enemy could turn the country into this appearance of Apocalypse descending? Could it possibly even be aliens?'
However, Yang Tao himself laughed. If this were the Warhammer world with the Imperium of Man invading another planet, the sky would have long been filled to the brim with battleships by now.
The Imperial Guard and Space Marines would be falling from the sky like dropping dumplings. An evacuation point? An orbital bombardment would have been thrown over long ago.
Right when he was still pondering, Qiangwei suddenly stopped the motorcycle beside a fully armed soldier.
With a voice that still carried no emotion, she said to Yang Tao behind her: "Get down. Follow them and you'll be able to find the main forces."
Hearing this, Yang Tao got down from the motorcycle and said to Qiangwei: "Thank you."
"Mm."
Qiangwei gave a soft answering nod and said to the soldier: "I am Xiong Bing Lian warrior Qiangwei. This is a survivor I discovered on the road."
"Hello there."
Yang Tao smiled and greeted the soldier.
The soldier clearly respected Qiangwei greatly, immediately standing straight to give a military salute and saying: "Just leave the survivor to us, Officer Qiangwei."
Qiangwei nodded slightly, a smear of a smile squeezing onto her face, and subsequently turned around to ride upon the motorcycle. With a twist of the throttle, she drove off in the opposite direction of the convoy.
"Brother, come with me..."
Having finished speaking, the soldier trotted over to stop the very last large bus, letting Yang Tao sit inside it.
Inside the bus could be described as a mixed bag of all sorts, with characters of every type present; the entire aisle of the carriage was packed completely full with various bundles and miscellaneous luggage.
The crying and clamoring of children, the conversations of adults, and even some women softly sobbing—the entirety of the carriage was permeated with an aura of despair.
Seeing this, Yang Tao immediately halted his steps, turned his head to look at the soldier who brought him over, and said: "The carriage is too full. Can I just run along with you guys? I used to run full marathons."
Hearing Yang Tao's words, the soldier couldn't help but laugh and said: "Riding in a vehicle is always easier than running, but since you want to run, I won't stop you either."
The two of them got off the vehicle and the convoy continued to advance. Yang Tao slowly ran alongside the forces; the soldier, holding his gun, also ran around the periphery of the convoy. The trucks carrying troops were also packed full with survivors and various daily necessity materials.
Yang Tao ran beside the soldier, acting casual as he asked: "Brother, when do you think this enemy can finally be defeated!"
"Don't know. But I know this bunch of damn aliens and demons will definitely fail; we will absolutely achieve victory!"
When saying these words, a fierce battle intent erupted within the eyes of this young soldier.
Yang Tao: "..."
Aliens? Demons? This holy sh*t really isn't the Warhammer world? Otherwise, should I give the Emperor a shout and have the Grey Knights under His command make a trip over?
"Who was that woman who just brought me over?"
The soldier gave him a surprised look and said: "You don't know? She is Qiangwei; she is a super soldier of the Xiong Bing Lian. If it weren't for them, we would have fallen long ago."
"Such a beautiful girl is actually that powerful!"
"That's a given. Let me tell you, the girls inside the Xiong Bing Lian are all extraordinarily beautiful, it's just that the guys look pretty average—none of them are even as handsome as me."
Looking at this young lad whose skin had turned dark from the wind and sun, Yang Tao felt that he was bragging, just like how he himself often claimed to be three points more handsome than Eddie Peng.
After about an hour or so passed, Yang Tao saw a not-so-small camp located on the wasteland directly adjacent to the highway in the distance.
There were about ten-odd large buses parked over there.
'This should be the so-called main force of survivors.'
Glancing at the world exploration progress, he found that this small survivor team provided him with an exploration value of only 0.22%.
Very clearly, there were no main storyline characters inside here.
Their arrival immediately attracted attention within the camp; some ordinary people came out from their tents to look toward their newly arrived team.
After a simple handover.
Yang Tao was also arranged into a small group consisting of 16 people.
"Brother."
A man of about thirty-seven or thirty-eight walked to his side with a smile, wearing a blackish-gray windbreaker jacket on his upper body and jeans with sports shoes on his lower body.
Wei Wen was the leader of their small group.
"Brother Wei, what's up?"
Wei Wen reached out his hand to fish a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket, pulled one out from inside to hand it to Yang Tao, and asked with a beaming smile: "Nothing much, just wanted to ask what capabilities you have, brother. Since we'll be together in the future, we have to gain a mutual understanding of each other."
"The most important thing is to better divide the labor later on. If you were a cook and I didn't know it, and I arranged for you to gather firewood every single day, that would both waste time and bury talent."
Having finished speaking, he brought a lighter in front of Yang Tao.
Yang Tao took a drag of the smoke and said with a beaming smile: "I can cook, my skills are exceptionally excellent; I can also help our camp go out to search for all kinds of useful materials. Additionally, I also know how to build houses, but most importantly, I am a merchant."
"Brother, you are an all-rounder!"
A smear of excitement surfaced on Wei Wen's face. As for whether Yang Tao was lying to him, he felt it was impossible; as the saying goes, the moment an expert stretches out his hand, you know if he has it or not.
He was no good at cooking, but letting him eat food was no problem; if it didn't taste good when the time came, it wouldn't be able to be hidden.
However, he was highly interested in the 'merchant' role that Yang Tao emphasized.
"Did you open a restaurant before, brother?"
"No, it was all private home cuisine, not open to the public. Generally, those who ate my cooking were some friends."
"Friends? Oh, oh, I get it, I get it."
Wei Wen wore a face of 'I completely understand.' He felt that what Yang Tao ran was that kind of private restaurant specifically meant for treating officials and wealthy individuals to meals.
"It's about to be evening right away. Brother, how about you show off your skills today? I'll take men to bring back tonight's rationed food, what do you think?"
"Of course, no problem."