With the first person taking the lead, others quickly followed, even exceeding the two hundred people Qiao Suinian needed.
Qiao Suinian spent five minutes dividing the two hundred people into sixty-six teams of three, with the last two teams consisting of four people each.
He tries to balance the weaknesses in the team as much as possible, often forming a team of mages, warriors, and knights, or a team of archers, warriors, and knights, or an archer, knight, and priest.
These people have been hiding in the Great Hall since the apocalypse began, and have hardly fought any battles. Their levels are still only level one.
If they don't work in groups of three, it's estimated that no more than thirty of these one hundred people will make it back alive.
However, with Qiao Suinian's pairing, as long as the teamwork is slightly better, it's perfectly feasible to solo the first round of awakened alien monsters without taking any damage.
"Remember, if you encounter a monster you can't handle, don't fight it to the death, just run back. Also, we only have four hours, so we must be back before dawn."
Before leaving, Qiao Suinian gave Han Yueling and the others another blessing before leading the team toward the cafeteria.
Fortunately, the canteen and supermarket at Jinghai University are in the same place; otherwise, Qiao Suinian and his group might have had to make an extra trip.
The wind was chilling to the bone in the early morning, making many people shiver.
They had barely walked a short distance from the auditorium when eight blood-red eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness.
"It's a level 2 Hunter Spider. First squad, you guys handle this. Once you've killed the Hunter Spider, you can follow up."
Qiao Suinian glanced into the darkness, then continued forward without looking back.
The shortest route to the cafeteria takes nearly forty minutes to walk there and back. If they encounter a monster, the whole group will have to stop and fight it together, and then they won't be able to get to the cafeteria by dark tomorrow.
During the journey that followed, whenever they encountered alien monsters, Qiao Suinian would send out a team to deal with them.
From the darkness behind, the pitiful screams of humans could be heard from time to time.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines; they all understood that their comrade had died behind them.
Qiao Suinian's expression remained unchanged; he had already done everything he could to help these people.
If three people working together can't defeat a single alien race, it just means they're not suited to survive in the apocalypse.
Soon, small teams also rushed back after successfully killing the alien race, and each of them had a more solemn and murderous look on their faces.
Some of them still had the blood of other races on them that they hadn't wiped off, making them look somewhat menacing.
In this way, Qiao Suinian seemed to treat Jinghai University as a training ground. Whenever he encountered a level one or two alien monster, he would send a small team into battle.
When encountering a level 3 monster, he will personally take action wielding his useless big stick.
He himself was also level three. With the Thorn Armor and the Useless Great Club in hand, level three aliens were nothing more than walking experience points in front of him.
This formidable fighting power made the people behind him envious.
Those squads that had successfully killed the alien race were eager to try again, and some even volunteered to fight the alien race once more.
After pushing their way through for about an hour, Qiao Suinian and his group finally arrived at the cafeteria.
Jinghai University's cafeteria has seven floors. The first floor is a huge supermarket, while the second to seventh floors are different cafeterias serving different cuisines, including Cantonese, Hunan, and Shandong dishes.
At this point, the team that originally consisted of 200 people had dwindled to less than 150.
The remaining fifty-odd vibrant lives vanished completely in the darkness of the night.
Qiao Suinian didn't feel sorry for them at all, because the less than 150 survivors all had a murderous aura on their faces, clearly having undergone a transformation from the inside out.
Once you overcome your fear of other races, you will find that they are nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.
Looking at those who had survived, Qiao Suinian nodded in satisfaction.
"Three hours left. Now we'll begin the second task. We'll split into six groups to clear out the alien races in the canteen, and then bring out any food and water we can find."
"By the way, if there are any survivors, and we confirm that they are not infected with the zombie virus, we can try to rescue them if we are capable. Finally, we will meet in the supermarket on the first floor."
After Qiao Suinian finished giving the instructions, the remaining people were divided into six groups in an orderly manner and each entered the cafeteria on the first floor.
Obviously, some of these people will die in this cafeteria, but that's exactly what Qiao Suinian's goal is.
He wanted to cultivate a group of true warriors who could fight for him, not a bunch of cowardly good-for-nothings.
Warriors are forged only through battle and bloodshed.
If these people can't even contend with the alien races, expecting them to help us fight against the Ye family in the future is just wishful thinking.
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