In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

Only the crisp clanging of gun parts remained inside tent number seven.

3:30 PM.

"drop!"

The black tactical bracelet on Chen Wu's wrist flashed red.

He suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the helmet next to him, put it on his head, and stood up.

"Everyone, get out of your tents and collect your equipment."

Martin followed seven or eight white men out in single file.

Outside the tent, a tracked military transport vehicle was parked in the snow.

Two logistics soldiers lifted the waterproof tarpaulin, revealing a mountain of metal components piled inside.

"Those whose names are called, come forward and collect your armor."

The logistics soldier took out a tablet and started taking attendance.

When Martin saw the full picture of the metal components, his pupils contracted sharply, and his feigned composure almost crumbled on the spot.

Exoskeleton armor!

The Great Xia actually issued individual soldier exoskeletons directly to civilians?

In Richard's camp, only the most elite personal guard was entitled to possess such a thing.

That's a symbol of power and force!

Now, is the Great Xia distributing cheap cabbages to the common people like this?

Just how terrifying is the foundation of the Great Xia Dynasty?

"Hey, newbie, tuck your chin in."

Nearby, a bearded old soldier exhaled a puff of smoke and threw his cheap cigarette into the snow, stomping it out.

"Those are all secondhand goods, what's there to be so excited about?"

Martin snapped out of his reverie and examined the object closely.

Something's definitely not right.

The exoskeleton armor on the transport vehicle was covered with scratches of varying depths, and some joints even had dark red bloodstains.

The miniature missile launchers on the shoulder were forcibly removed, leaving rough welds.

The energy core on the back has also shrunk considerably.

"You can tell, can't you?"

They were all secondhand goods returned from the regular army of the Great Xia, or defective products salvaged from the battlefield.

The bearded veteran exhaled a puff of white breath, his tone carrying a hint of numb indifference.

"The weapon mounting system is completely destroyed, and the power core has also been repaired."

All that's left are some basic power assist functions, plus a cold-resistant bulletproof shell.

Upon hearing this, Martin turned his head and glanced at Chen Wu before his gaze settled on the veteran.

The exoskeleton Chen Wu received was a cold, matte black, with perfectly fitted joints, and the crystal core reactor on its back emitted a low buzzing sound.

The veteran's armor was also intact, and a small crystal cannon was even mounted on his shoulder.

"Your armor..." Martin stared at the veteran.

"be envious?"

The veteran followed Martin's gaze, patted the armor on his chest,

"I'll risk my life for it."

My complete Tier 2 exoskeleton set cost me a full twenty Tier 2 crystal cores.

"Martin!" The cold voice of the Great Xia logistics soldier interrupted their conversation.

"arrive."

Martin strode forward.

The logistics soldier handed over a gray-white Tier 2 exoskeleton.

"Put it on and check the airtightness and power connection."

If things go wrong, report it on the spot. If things go wrong after we cross the line, you're on your own.

Martin didn't waste any words and skillfully slipped his hands and feet into the armor.

With a faint whirring sound of the crystal core on his back, the hydraulic rods contracted, and the armor conformed to his body.

It's very heavy. The power output is only 60% of the fully functional version.

However, in terms of resisting low temperatures and increasing load capacity, it is enough to double the survival probability of an average person.

It was exactly four o'clock in the afternoon. The wind and snow intensified.

"Everyone assemble!"

Chen Wu walked out of the tent.

He wasn't wearing a helmet, and his short hair stood up in the cold wind.

The seven foreign survivors quickly lined up.

They were all veterans who had been through countless deaths; no one wasted words or dragged their feet.

Chen Wu's gaze swept over the crowd, his voice booming through the wind and snow.

"Everyone here has served in the military. I will only say this about battlefield discipline once."

Those who disobey orders will be executed on the spot.

Those who desert their posts will be executed on the spot.

Anyone who points a gun at their own people should be executed on the spot.

Chen Wu's gaze swept over the crowd, and he shouted loudly.

"Did you understand?"

"Understood!" the seven roared in unison.