The temperature plummeted that night, and a light drizzle began to fall again.
With their energy supplies running low, Qi Xiang shivered as she huddled by the fire in the new earthen hut Wei Heng had built.
"This damn weather," she said, turning to Wei Heng, who was busy with a spatula nearby. "Any idea when Ye Junhan and his group will get here?"
"Hard to say." Wei Heng looked toward the Southwest. "No one knows what the situation is like over there. If Ye Junhan gets tied up, he might not be able to make it in time to rendezvous with us."
Yang Liu leaned against the doorframe, the flickering firelight illuminating his lowered head as he tinkered with one of his drones. 'He sighed inwardly. So many of his babies had been damaged in battle. He had finally managed to salvage and reassemble a few, but now they were useless because of signal issues.'
Shen Yue pushed aside the door flap and entered. "Our supplies are running low. We need to figure something out, and fast."
