The leader swallowed hard, gave a cautious smile, and said, "Sir, although we won't starve, it's really hard to live in constant fear and anxiety. Besides, we can see that your side consists of highly disciplined soldiers, and we trust you."

Zhang Yao nodded, about to speak.

Suddenly, I heard some rustling sounds from the side.

It turned out that some soldiers who were collecting supplies had thrown the expired food on the ground.

One of the people in charge was still shouting, "Everyone, pay attention to the production date! If it's too far past its expiration date, you can eat it yourself, but don't put it in the camp. We have too much stuff, and our vehicles can't hold it all!"

The survivors who came to seek refuge were ecstatic when they saw this scene.

In their eyes, even if these pre-apocalyptic foods are expired, they are still good things!

These people actually looked down on it!

Just throw it on the ground!

This is outrageous!

Where did this massive army come from?

How could they have such abundant supplies!

Zhang Yao didn't care about these things, and instead praised, "Not bad, you have a sharp eye. Bring your people here, they can help move supplies. In addition, you can also get some supplies, but prioritize using the food that is about to expire, understand?"

The leader snapped out of his daze and was overjoyed; he almost knelt down to express his gratitude.

Zhang Yao continued, "Besides you 300-plus people, are there any other survivors nearby?"

The leader nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, I know there should be six or seven small groups around here, some with dozens of people, and some with hundreds."