Armed with the valuable information they'd uncovered in the ruins, Xiao Yi and his team embarked on their return journey, filled with anxiety and anticipation. Along the way, they neglected rest, their minds constantly pondering how to use this information to save the camp and the lives of the rest of the people. Finally, as the outline of the camp came into view, smiles of relief crossed their weary faces. Without further ado, they immediately gathered all the key members of the camp, gathered them together, and began to share their hard-earned findings. Xiao Yi stood before them, holding the paper containing the information. His voice was firm and powerful, as he declared, "Friends, we have made a significant discovery in the ruins. This information will be crucial in our fight against the mutants." He detailed the mutants' weaknesses, natural countermeasures, and the optimal timing for attack. Everyone listened intently, their eyes gradually alight with hope. As Xiao Yi concluded his speech, everyone engaged in a lively discussion. Some suggested crafting specialized weapons tailored to the mutants' weaknesses; others suggested organizing an elite squad to seize the perfect moment for a surprise attack; still others considered how to gather and utilize natural substances that could counter the mutants. After lengthy deliberation and planning, a detailed plan to combat the mutants gradually took shape. They decided to initially dispatch some personnel to gather the necessary herbs and minerals, while simultaneously organizing artisans to craft specialized weapons. Another group would train the warriors, honing their combat skills and teamwork. In a corner of the camp, artisans toiled day and night, their sweat-drenched faces illuminated by the fire. Foraging teams ventured deep into dangerous territory, carefully searching for precious resources. Warriors, on the training grounds, diligently trained, their cries of battle echoing incessantly. The entire camp was steeped in a tense yet orderly atmosphere, each aware that they were fighting for survival and striving for the future.

Meanwhile, in every corner of the vast world, more and more survivors heard of the existence of this land. Clinging to their last glimmer of hope, they embarked on the arduous journey of migration. In the far north, a group of ragged men pushed tattered carts loaded with their few remaining belongings. They crossed the frozen wasteland, the biting wind razor-slicing their cheeks, but their desire to survive kept them moving. In the jungles of the south, another group of survivors supported each other as they made their way. The humid and oppressive heat made breathing difficult, and mosquito bites left their bodies red and swollen. But they resolutely followed the faint trails left by their predecessors, step by step, towards their goal. In the western desert, a small group trudged through the vast expanse of yellow sand. Water and food were extremely scarce, and every step forward required immense effort. But they gazed into the distance, their eyes filled with longing for the land. And from the ruins of the east, men emerged, carrying their backpacks, traversing rugged mountain paths and crossing turbulent rivers. Along the way, they encountered numerous dangers and hardships, but their faith remained unwavering. These survivors, hailing from diverse lands, some traveled alone, some with families, and some in groups. Bringing their own stories and pains, they converged into a torrent, flowing toward this land of hope. When they finally set foot on this land, smiles of relief bloomed on their weary faces, their eyes sparkling with longing and anticipation for a new life.

Xiao Yi, fully aware of the power of unity, traveled through the camp, rallying the survivors with passionate and encouraging words. He personally invited those with exceptional skills to serve as coaches, organizing a systematic and rigorous training program. Every morning, before the sun fully rose, the camp grounds resounded with the sound of unison chants. Regardless of their previous occupations, the new recruits threw themselves into the training. Strong men sweated profusely during strength training, lifting heavy rocks and honing their muscles and endurance. Agile young men leaped and darted over obstacles, sharpening their reflexes and coordination. Elsewhere, instructors skilled in combat were hand-in-hand, teaching the survivors various combat techniques, from close combat to weapon handling, each movement demanding precision and power. Xiao Yi himself was equally relentless, leading by example and working alongside the others. During breaks, he would sit with the team members, sharing his experiences in the ruins and inspiring them to forge ahead. The women were also busy. They oversaw logistics, ensuring adequate food and water for the trainees while also learning basic self-defense techniques. Children cheered them on, their innocent eyes filled with anticipation for the future. During training, everyone helped and encouraged each other. If someone fell, several hands would immediately reach out to help them up; if someone encountered difficulties, those around them would patiently guide and assist. Day after day of training strengthened the team. Fear and confusion vanished from their eyes, replaced by determination and confidence. They knew the upcoming battle would be a fierce one, but they were fully prepared, determined to fight for their survival and their future.

Finally, that dreaded day arrived. On the surface of the sea, the waves surged, a dark shadow looming. The hideous forms of the mutated marine creatures loomed in the waves, their fangs bared, claws slashing, charging forward with the power of destruction. Xiao Yi stood at the forefront of the group, weapons firmly gripped, his gaze blazing. Behind him, the warriors stood tall, ready for battle, showing no sign of retreat. The howling sea breeze ruffled their hair, but it couldn't shake their unwavering resolve. Xiao Yi roared, "Brothers, sisters, this is our fight for survival! We will not retreat, we will not be afraid!" His voice echoed on the wind, stirring the fighting spirit within them. As the mutated creatures approached the shore, the first to charge was a giant octopus monster, waving its thick tentacles, attempting to sweep the warriors away. Undaunted, Xiao Yi leaped forward, slashing at the tentacles with his sharp blade. The other warriors followed suit, attacking the octopus monster's weak spots with their weapons. Then, a swarm of shark monsters with razor-sharp fangs pounced. The warriors worked closely together, forming a defensive line, shielding the shark monsters' attacks with their shields while striking back with their spears. The battle intensified, blood staining the beach red, but Xiao Yi and his team refused to retreat. Their cries resounded through the air, each one exerting their full potential in a desperate struggle against the mutant creatures. In this life-or-death situation, they held only one conviction: to defend their homeland and their lives!

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