As the preparations for the upcoming confrontation were well underway, the military camp was bustling like usual. Today's lunch menu was soup and roasted meat.
They luckily had a talented chef on their team and so all the meals were extremely delectable even with the limited supplies they had on hand.
Also, the mutated beast meat tasted far more delicious and was rich in flavors compared to the normal poultry or animal meat.
So almost everyone in the base had their fill and in fact, this was one of the main reasons why no one had questioned the authorities yet.
Their safety was guaranteed, they received delicious meals two to three times a day and they were able to continue living normally for most parts of the day even taking regular showers.
It was almost like a thrilling adventure or an adrenaline-filled vacation at least for the ones who were rescued by the military group pretty early on after the mutated beasts and other creatures started appearing.
Most survivors within the camp haven't even seen a single goblin or a beast with wings and whatnot.
The main fighters within the group, of course, had seen everything but they also did not have any complaints as they got to fight together with strong people who they had trained with and known previously and more importantly, could trust.
And as an added bonus, they were also able to constantly improve their strength and capabilities. They became more powerful each time they ventured out and conquered the dangers that were swarming the planet.
For someone enlisted in the military even before the world turned into a prehistoric survival fest, this kind of feeling was addictive and extremely satisfying.
Thus, the two main divisions in the military camp, the fighters, and the other civilians were both content with their current conditions, and the camp ran smoothly like a well-oiled machine or rather a well-oiled machine with just three squeaky parts.
The three squeaky parts being, Fang Yuan, Geming, and Mo Ling.
While Mo Ling was fearful of how complacent everyone was, Fang Yuan and Geming were currently struggling with an internal dilemma.
Sitting among the group of main fighters and having their meal, Fang Yuan and Geming glanced at each other frequently.
They quickly gulped down their meals and walked out of the dining hall, unable to sit there any longer.
"Yuan, I think we should just inform the others… I mean what if something terrible happens. You know how overpowered that…"
"Shhhh" Fang Yuan silenced Geming before he could speak any further. "We agreed to this already. Let's not question ourselves again and again."
Now, what if the other party had a trump card too? Is that why they were also confident despite being this pathetically weak?
Qin Hua let out a deep breath. She had always thought that their strength came from having so many ammunitions and military-grade weapons, but what if they had something else also?
This thought made her feel uneasy.
Chapter end
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