Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

"What about you? How about we all run away? As long as we make it back to the Satellite City, they’ll definitely be hunted down!" Xiao Ye said anxiously.

On the other side, Noble Consort quietly took the simple crossbow off her back and said as she lowered her head:

"Xiao Ye, there are too many of them. We can’t all escape. Old Huang and I will clear a path for you. Once you return to the base, you’ll find help to rescue us. Our lives are in your hands."

Then, she drew the bow, aiming an arrow at a man on the left.

Whoosh!

Thud!

The arrow struck the man’s eye precisely, and he bowed his head in agony.

Beside him, Old Huang charged towards the left with a knife.

Shouting, "Run!"

Xiao Ye gritted his teeth, grabbing a spear and rushing forward.

"Don’t let them escape, or we’re finished!"

A dozen people rushed forward, but Noble Consort’s archery was superb, quickly shooting two arrows that wounded two people.

Old Huang plunged into the less crowded left side with all his might.

Xiao Ye seized the opportunity and dashed out of the crowd.

But at that moment, a knife slashed across.

Slash!

It opened a bleeding wound on his arm.

Ignoring the pain, he jumped into the roadside ditch and sprinted towards the fields.

Three pursuers followed closely behind Xiao Ye.

"Chase him down! Damn it! Total incompetence!" the leading man shouted and lunged, slashing Old Huang’s spear with a knife.

Old Huang staggered back a few steps.

Noble Consort, strong and swift, drew an arrow from behind and shot at the leading man.

Thud!

The leading man recoiled in alarm, trying to dodge aside, but his arm was pierced.

"Damn it! Kill that woman!" he roared angrily.

Old Huang seized the moment, picking up the spear from the ground, and retreated near Noble Consort.

The circle of attackers tightened, but none dared to rush forward.

Her archery was too good.

No one wanted to be the fool running into the line of fire. In the post-apocalypse, getting injured and not being able to heal meant certain death.

Noble Consort and Old Huang stood back to back, nervously watching the attackers.

They couldn’t escape, only face the onslaught.

"Kill them!" ordered the man holding a knife as he charged.

"Wait!" Old Huang suddenly shouted.

"Don’t listen to him, just kill them. Damn, can’t believe three people are giving us so much trouble!"

"If you kill us, you won’t survive either!" Old Huang shouted.

The attackers hesitated.

Bewildered, they stared at Old Huang.

They knew the Big Camphor Tree Base’s rules: ambushing other cooperative personnel would trigger a pursuit not only from Outer City personnel but also generate bounty tasks for every cooperative personnel.

If that kid really got away and returned, they were doomed.

But now they were caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Kill them now and then we run!" the leading man barked.

He regretted coming to ambush them.

But he felt the provisions in task rewards were too meager. After a long journey, they were starving and exhausted.

Better to rob small groups of two or three people. With a large group like theirs, as long as they cleaned up afterward and destroyed evidence, they could use the stolen goods to trade for food.

As for robbing Satellite City directly... they wouldn’t dare, knowing it was well-armed.

Small-scale cooperative personnel were an easier target.

But he never expected this troublesome trio: an old man, a young boy, and a woman.

What seemed like an easy target turned out to be fiercely combative.

"I have a way for you not to die." As two attackers were about to charge, and Noble Consort readied her bow, Old Huang quickly shouted.

"?" The leading man frowned.

It was a lose-lose situation: either catch the kid before he reached the city, or they’d be hunted down.

Unless that kid got away, they’d be wanted and chased, creating serious trouble.

"If you spare us, I’ll tell the Satellite City people it was a misunderstanding. I’ll even give you our collected brass. And food, food." Old Huang hurriedly threw a small bag of grain at the man.

"I know a place with a lot of brass, and the base is looking for it. You can trade it for substantial food rations. We can cooperate, splitting it evenly, so everyone gets a good share."

This choice was truly the way to survive.

...

The man leading the group watched as one of his men picked up a bag from the ground, revealing rice cakes inside.

"Boss, he might be right. If we kill them, we won’t get far. If that kid gets away, we’ll be chased. Maybe we should..."

...

On the other side.

After reaching the fields, Xiao Ye didn’t tend to his wound and sprinted at full speed.

After helping build the Satellite City and eating sufficiently, he’d regained strength. Being young, he ran swiftly.