The members of the 132th Regiment all nodded in agreement; they had no objections and would do whatever the captain said.
At this moment, Yang Fan spoke up, "It's not that we don't believe Mr. Cheng's words, it's just that building an underground city to house nearly ten thousand of us, with just our manpower and tools, is not easy to complete in a short time."
"Isn't the cold wave already upon us? We certainly don't have enough time," Xu Zhilin confirmed.
"That's right, Mr. Cheng, we have no problem working, but even building a camp-like dwelling on the surface takes two to three months, let alone underground. How could we finish in less than a year or two?"
Niu Lizheng was worried. His team was a group of downcast civilians, without highly skilled martial artists, literate scholars, or people with special abilities. Joining the 132th Regiment quickly was easier said than done.
