Sometimes, the cry would sound again after a brief pause, even sharper and more rapid, as if warning something. Other times, the cry would suddenly stop in mid-air, followed by an even longer period of dead silence, making one's heart involuntarily tighten.

The silence intertwined with the cries of the night owls, forming an eerie and terrifying scene, making the people in it feel even more lonely and terrified. He slumped in the driver's seat, his body heaving with heavy breathing, gasping for air as if he were sucking all the air around him into his lungs.

His chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed labored, as if he had just completed an extremely strenuous marathon.

Sweat poured out from his forehead like a flood, slid down his cheeks, and gathered into small streams. The sweat flowed down his neck, quickly soaking his clothes. At this moment, his back was completely soaked with sweat.

His clothes clung to his back, making him feel very uncomfortable from the dampness, but he was too busy to care. Sweat continued to pour out, dripping onto the driver's seat, leaving a small damp mark.

His eyes were filled with fatigue and relaxation after tension. He stared ahead dully, his hands resting weakly on the steering wheel, his fingers still trembling slightly.

Every breath he took, every drop of sweat, spoke of the extreme tension and immense pressure he had just experienced. At that moment, he just sat there, trying to calm his breathing, trying to get his racing heart back to a normal rhythm. With trembling hands, Xiao Yi eagerly rummaged through the backpack beside him. He messed up the items in the backpack, but he didn't care. Finally, his hands touched the precious bags of food and a bottle of water.

He grabbed the food and water, his eyes flashing with an almost crazy desire. He roughly tore open the food packaging and stuffed the food into his mouth without even bothering to check what was inside.

He bit off a large piece of dry food, his cheeks bulging with food, and before he had time to chew it a few times, he hurriedly stuffed another mouthful in. His throat kept moving as he swallowed desperately, as if he had been hungry for a long time.

He also drank water in big gulps. Some water overflowed from the corners of his mouth, flowed down his chin and dripped onto his clothes, but he had no time to pay attention.

He ate so eagerly and frantically, as if this wasn't just ordinary food, but a panacea that could save his life. Before he could completely swallow the food in his mouth, he couldn't wait to grab the next piece, and the sound of his chewing was particularly loud in the silent space.

In a short while, he had devoured most of the food, and the bottle of water was almost empty. Only when he felt a sense of fullness did he slow down his movements, but he still didn't put down the food in his hands, continuing to mechanically stuff it into his mouth. The dry bread was hard and tasteless, almost inedible. However, in Xiao Yi's mouth, it tasted like the world's finest delicacy. He chewed vigorously, each bite seemed so difficult, but his face was filled with satisfaction.

The ice-cold water, without any temperature, even had a hint of chill, as it passed through his throat and irritated his stomach. But for Xiao Yi, this ice-cold water was like nectar, nourishing his dry body.

He chewed the bread in big mouthfuls, savoring every bite carefully. Although it was just a monotonous, rough taste, he felt like he was savoring a carefully prepared delicacy. Every bite of bread he swallowed brought him a little bit of recovery, making his body feel fuller than it had been for a long time.

Holding the water bottle, he poured water into his mouth, his throat making gurgling sounds. The cold feeling spread throughout his body, but it also lifted his spirits.

Xiao Yi knew in his heart that the dry bread and cold water in front of him were his hope for survival and the driving force that kept him moving forward. Only by recovering his strength as soon as possible could he continue to escape in this crisis-ridden world and have a chance to find a truly safe place.

His eyes were filled with determination and resoluteness, and he swallowed the food and water without caring about his image, because he knew that the embarrassment at this moment was for the sake of future life, for the sake of being able to survive and face unknown challenges and possible hopes. In this brief period of tranquility, Xiao Yi leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly closed, but his thoughts began to churn like surging waves.

Memories of the past flooded back uncontrollably. Those warm times spent with family and friends now seemed so distant and unreal. He thought of his mother's warm smile and his father's broad shoulders. Those days, once ordinary but inestimable, were now ruthlessly crushed by war.

The bloodshed and cruelty he had experienced along the way kept resurfacing in his mind. The figures of his companions falling in the hail of bullets, the hideous faces of the enemies, and the endless smoke and ruins, all intertwined together to form a heartbreaking picture.

Confusion and fear about the future also took advantage of this opportunity to invade his mind. Not knowing how long he would have to flee, not knowing if there was still hope ahead, this uncertainty made him feel extremely anxious and helpless.

He thought about his responsibilities and mission, how to survive in this chaotic world, how to avenge his dead companions, and how to regain the lost peace and tranquility.

A whirlwind of thoughts raced through his mind, weighing heavily on his heart. But within the depths of these churning thoughts, a ray of unwavering faith gradually emerged. He knew he couldn't give up and must continue on this difficult path. His thoughts, like a wild horse unleashed, suddenly drifted back to the familiar companions at the base.

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