Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

Chapter 340 Heading to Lintong City

Under normal circumstances, the sun should have already started to set by this time, and the temperature should be gradually dropping.

But this place is still so hot at 5:30. How strong must the sun be outside?

She stood at the edge of the cave entrance, looking out.

A blinding white light rushed in, making her squint. It took her a while to adjust to the light.

Outside was a desolate Gobi Desert, an endless expanse of gravel and sand, gleaming blindingly white in the sunlight.

She could have stayed in the cave for four and a half hours to cool off before setting off at 10 p.m., but she didn't go back because she felt that hiding like this wasn't a good idea.

Since the military requires people to leave at 10 p.m., there will inevitably be coercive measures, and they may use some means to force people to leave.

Rather than being forced to leave later, it's better to take the initiative and go out to adapt sooner.

Moreover, she had another plan in mind. She had paid special attention to the area codes given by the people registering earlier. Most of them were from the B area, with only a few from other areas.

There will definitely be more people from Zones C, D, and E appearing later, and those people will be sent to Lintong City sooner or later.

What will Lintong City become then? So many people crammed into one city, fighting for houses, resources, and living space.

The military can't possibly take care of everyone's basic needs like eating, drinking, and relieving themselves. At most, they can maintain basic order. The rest depends on who has the ability and who acts the fastest.

If she went early, she might be able to snag a good room! Having figured this out, she didn't hesitate any longer and stepped straight out of the cave.

The heatwave instantly engulfed her; it wasn't just ordinary sun, but a suffocating heat that seemed to come from all directions at once, making her chest feel tight.

The sand beneath my feet was scorching hot; I could feel the heat even through my shoes. The air was thick with the smell of burning, and every breath I took was hot.

She squinted, braving the scorching sun, and walked towards where the military vehicles were parked; there were already people queuing up there.

A row of green trucks were lined up, their cargo beds packed with people, and ladders were placed at the rear of the trucks.

Soldiers were standing next to the vehicle, checking something with a list in their hands, and some people were already climbing up.

She walked over and joined the queue. There weren't many people in front of her, maybe a dozen or so. Someone glanced back at her and then turned away.

No one spoke; they all waited silently.

The sun was so strong that it made her scalp tingle. She tried to block some of the sunlight with her backpack, but the shade wasn't enough. Sweat quickly covered her face and trickled down her neck.

Xu Xiaoyan waited in line for 15 minutes before it was finally her turn to get on the bus.

One by one, the people in front of her climbed onto the military vehicle. She carried a large bag and moved forward a few steps. Just as she was about to step onto the iron ladder, she suddenly felt someone staring at her.

It's hard to describe that feeling; it's like an instinctive alertness.

She didn't turn around immediately, but instead, while organizing her backpack, she turned slightly to the side and glanced behind her out of the corner of her eye.

The crowd was still chaotic, with people queuing, people seeing off, children running around, and adults shouting something.

Amidst the chaos, a gaze pierced straight towards them; it belonged to a man.

He looked to be in his thirties, wearing a drab gray jacket and carrying a worn-out hiking backpack.

He stood beside the line, not queuing, just standing there, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally glancing in her direction.

Seeing her turn to the side, he immediately looked away, pretending to look elsewhere, but the pretense was too deliberate, making him even more suspicious.

Xu Xiaoyan's heart skipped a beat; she looked at her backpack.

To make it seem authentic, she deliberately stuffed her backpack full of things: compressed biscuits, instant noodles, Snickers bars, bottled water, a flashlight, a blanket, and some other miscellaneous daily necessities. The bag was bulging and full, and it looked like it was packed with stuff.

In this place, at this time, it seems inevitable that such a large bag would attract attention.

She looked away and continued climbing.

I climbed onto the truck bed, found a seat on the side, and sat down. From there, I could see the people queuing below, and also the man in the gray jacket.

He was still standing there, his gaze drifting over again, this time more clearly, staring directly at her bag, his eyes filled with something—greed? Scheming? Or something else entirely?

That gaze was unsettling, but Xu Xiaoyan seemed to have thought of something and suddenly smiled.

Fine, watch it if you want.

With so many people watching, even if he had any ideas, he wouldn't dare to act here. With so many people watching and so many eyes on him, would he dare to rob? Steal? Cause trouble? Unless he's crazy.

Let him see if he wants to; it won't hurt him.

She touched her waist, where a folding knife was tucked. One of the self-defense techniques Old Zhou taught her was how to quickly draw a knife, and besides, there were also crossbows and arrows in the space.

More importantly, her training over the past six months hasn't been in vain.

Old Zhou once said, what is the most frightening thing for people? It's not being able to fight, but being unafraid to fight, unafraid to shed blood, and unafraid to risk their lives.

Although she had never actually fought anyone, the beatings, falls, and sweat she endured over those six months were not in vain. If anyone dared to lay a hand on her in a secluded place, she wouldn't mind testing her skills.

Xu Xiaoyan leaned against the edge of the truck bed, glancing at the man in the gray jacket below, a faint smile playing on her lips.

The man seemed to sense something, looked up and met her gaze. He paused for a moment, then quickly looked away and took a few steps back into the crowd.

Xu Xiaoyan withdrew her gaze and stopped looking at him.

The sun was still scorching, making the metal plate in the truck bed scorching hot. She shifted her position, found a slightly shadier spot, and closed her eyes, pretending to doze off.

People nearby were chatting in hushed tones, complaining about the hot weather, about not knowing what Lin Tong City was like, and about how they would get through the rest of their lives.

Someone was counting things; the sound was like plastic bags coming in.

A child was crying, the cries were sharp and piercing, causing those nearby to frown.

The man in the gray jacket didn't follow, but she knew he wouldn't give up so easily.

But she wasn't in a hurry; who would be eyeing whom by then was still uncertain.

Four hours later, the vehicle entered Lin Dong City.

Xu Xiaoyan was half asleep and half awake the whole way, and the jolting made her feel like her bones were about to fall apart.

The military vehicles weren't going very fast, but the road conditions were terrible, full of potholes and bumps, and she almost slipped off her seat several times, only managing to stay upright by clinging tightly to the edge of the truck bed.

She opened her eyes and looked outside, discovering that Lin Tong City was larger than she had imagined.

Although it was also a wasteland, there were significantly fewer collapsed buildings compared to the places we had passed through before.

The streets were piled with rubble, barely clearing a passable road. The roadside signs were crooked and some were still hanging, with the words illegible.

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