Cave Refuge-Chapter 302 - 286 Distress Signal Flare_2

Zachary, upon hearing Robinson William’s inquiry, initially wanted to refuse bluntly, but then he reconsidered. Though the camp had established a Hunting Team and seemed to be self-sufficient, in reality, once the camp separated from Pengcheng, it was like a mosquito sucking blood from the back of a cow.

Even though the mosquito only needs to extract a little blood from the old cow to survive, and the cow doesn’t really mind the bit of blood drawn by the mosquito—

Indifference is one thing, but the mosquito must not overstep its bounds. After all, although the cow is a herbivore, many mosquitoes have died on its tail.

Therefore, given that the military base has already fired signal flares, if the camp wished to maintain its relationship with the military, they must arrange support regardless of the circumstances.

As for the result of the support, that is not the immediate concern, but it’s essential to show the right attitude first.

Having understood this relationship, Zachary promptly responded, "Yes, we should send support, but don’t bother with regular Martial Artists. The base doesn’t lack people; arrange to send a few Inner Breath Realm Martial Artists instead."

After listening to Zachary’s arrangement, Robinson William gave it a thought and nodded in agreement.

After taking command of the special forces team, Robinson William did not involve himself in camp management. However, because he controlled the forces, his words carried significant weight.

The camp’s management essentially consisted of members of the elderly group. Younger generations needed to return to their posts in Pengcheng, leaving these elders no choice but to step forward once again, accompanied by their grandchildren.

On the one hand, they are experienced; on the other, they can provide hands-on teaching and share their experiences directly with the younger generation.

Robinson William did not return to Pengcheng with the others, as he had essentially hijacked the members and families of the special forces team to this camp, leaving Pengcheng’s special forces team a shell of what it was.

So even if Pengcheng were determined to rebuild its special forces team, returning there would leave Robinson William nothing more than an empty figurehead.

And even if Pengcheng did decide to rebuild the special forces team, do you think they would still agree to let Robinson William continue as the team’s leader after seeing his current actions?

Therefore, unless Robinson William took all the special forces with him back to Pengcheng, the outcome for him alone, whether he returns or not, would be roughly the same.

After reporting the distress signals sent by the military base, these shrewd elders instantly understood the potential dangers and opportunities the situation presented. After much deliberation, they agreed to Robinson William’s idea of arranging for support.

However, as Robinson William was preparing to depart, they earnestly instructed him, "We won’t stop you from going ahead to support, but before you set off, make sure to clarify to those people to be very careful. After all, their wives and children are still in the camp, and no parent wants to bury their child. Whichever number of people you arrange to send as support, you must bring back that exact number safe and sound."

Robinson William took their advice very seriously, nodding solemnly.

After coming out, Robinson William immediately sought out Zachary. Although there were also many Martial Artists in the special forces team who had reached the Inner Breath Realm, Robinson William’s instinct told him that Zachary was the strongest in the camp.

The anxiously arriving Robinson William said to Zachary without preamble, "Zachary, I’ve decided to lead the team myself this time. Although I’ve arranged for Troy to be in charge of the camp, I will be taking more than half of the Inner Breath Realm Martial Artists with me, so the camp’s security might be somewhat compromised. If danger arises, please lend a hand."

Hearing Robinson William speak, Zachary clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Are you trying to insult me with such talk? Am I the type to run at the first sign of danger? Besides, my parents are also in the camp.

If you’re in a hurry, just go on your way. Have a safe journey. Be careful this time; I do not wish to attend your family banquet."

Had it been any other time, Robinson William would have bantered with Zachary, but in this urgent moment, he simply didn’t have the time.

After returning to the special forces team, Robinson William gave a few instructions to Troy and then hurried off with his men.

Troy, as Robinson William’s trusted confidant, naturally knew something about Zachary. Though he wasn’t sure why Robinson William advised him to seek Zachary’s help in case of trouble before leaving, that didn’t prevent Troy from following Robinson William’s arrangements.

Moreover, Troy’s being promoted to the top position on short notice wasn’t just based on connections; he did have a certain level of talent, otherwise Robinson William would not have chosen him to take charge in his absence.

After Robinson William took away more than half of the Inner Breath Realm Martial Artists, Troy canceled today’s hunting and rest. All special forces were rearranged, and until Robinson Willian safely returned with the others, the camp temporarily went into lockdown.

All survivors were ordered back into the camp and not to go out again, the number of patrolmen was doubled, and as the top combat forces, the Inner Breath Realm Martial Artists entered a state of resting and accumulating energy in groups of three, ready to engage in battle at any time.

Zachary was very satisfied with Troy’s arrangements. He didn’t understand much about the other aspects, but from Troy’s arrangements, he could see that the camp’s security was now much tighter than when Robinson William left with more than half of the Inner Breath Realm Martial Artists.

Zachary didn’t go to find Troy proactively. Instead, he brought Mrs. Thompson, as well as Robinson William’s wife and children, into the Black Car.

Master Ye and Mr. Thompson were currently in the camp, directing the survivors to dismantle dangerous buildings. Despite their age, with the help of nutritional supplements, both of their physical conditions had improved to the level of a novice martial artist.

Therefore, the two were not just giving verbal commands; they led the other survivors, setting an example by working alongside them.

Ye Liuyun and the others hadn’t returned. They were still in Pengcheng.

Upon perceiving danger at the military base, Zachary felt that problems were likely to arise at the camp as well, so he decided to move Father Dong and Mother Dong into the car in advance.

Mrs. Thompson didn’t have any objections, but after the senior group took over the camp’s administration, Mr. Thompson had regained a semblance of officialdom and was still in the excitement of his new role, not wanting to stay in the car at all.

At the Taylor family’s home, with only Robinson William’s wife and children present, Master Ye also felt somewhat uneasy. He simply asked his daughter-in-law to bring the children to the Black Car to chat with Mrs. Thompson so he could work with peace of mind.

As for Master Ye’s spouse, she never saw the dawn and fell into an eternal sleep amidst the everlasting night.

Under Troy’s arrangement, the vehicles in the camp were used as the bases for lookout towers, scattered around the perimeter of the camp. On top of each vehicle, martial artists with better strength were stationed, observing the surroundings of the camp.

The survivors in the camp, led by the seniors, began to work overtime to remodel the camp.

Even though there were people in the makeshift lookout towers observing the surroundings, the patrol force wasn’t disbanded and continued to patrol as planned originally, using a crisscrossing method.

But unlike before when two patrol teams had to patrol for an entire day before being replaced, to conserve the energy of the special forces members, personnel were rotated out after each patrol round was completed.

By noon, the tense atmosphere that had pervaded the camp when Robinson William left had slowly become much more relaxed.

Due to the difficulty encountered in the morning, the camp administration decided to provide food ingredients for a better meal at noon.

The so-called better meal was nothing more than stir-fried batter stewed with some dried meat, crushed nuts, crushed vegetables added in.

Speaking of taste alone, not to mention these additions, even ordinary martial artists of the special forces weren’t able to eat these things daily.

Bug Meat was somewhat common; ever since the Hunting Team was established, they were able to eat dried Bug Meat every now and then. Crushed vegetables, unless it was the harvest time for crops, were really hard to get at other times.

As for crushed nuts, it was even less spoken about, as everyone in the fields preferred to plant crops with shorter growth cycles; no one would bother planting fruit trees that took years to bear fruit.

Nuts were scarce, and many children born after the natural disasters had never even tasted nuts, let alone seen them.

So at noon, when many children found something crisp in their batter and enjoyed the taste, they curiously asked their relatives what those crunchy things were.

Hearing their children’s questions, the adults fell into nostalgic memories filled with sorrow.