Daphne was about to retort, but to no avail. The sound of the transport shaking and the roaring of the jet engine were heard, and the thousand-strong team descended to the temperate zone of Mars instantly.

Due to sunlight limitations, the temperate zone on Mars is not suitable for long-term human habitation. The desolate 8,000-kilometer region, occasionally hit by hurricanes, is epitomized by the dusky sky, the true face of this ash-colored planet.

Stepping out of the simulated gravity field and onto the actual surface is not a pleasant feeling. The first memory that low gravity imprints on your body is a sense of exceptional lightness, a sensation like jumping high. The silent desolation is filled with the ancient, weathered smell of the planet.

Fortunately, the environmental factors, such as some cold temperatures, does not seem to bother anyone. The lack of sunlight radiation makes looking into the vast wasteland somewhat more tolerable.

Now, the only objective of the God's Thorn soldiers is to reach the designated area.

As veterans, the soldiers no longer need guidance from Feng Yi on choosing routes on their electronic maps. Feng Yi's chronograph, however, records the movement routes of all soldiers and evaluates them after testing. This approach effectively assesses the real experience of each soldier. Experience is the path to survival.

Feng Yi lightly tapped his chronograph, and instantly, a 5D holographic image enlarged to form a gigantic picture that one could see by looking up. "The C3 area is our final mission target. I have sent three simulated routes to your chronographs. Choose freely. This is a final warning: do not be deceived by the calmness of Mars' surface. Don't consider anything other than the three simulated routes. This time, whether you choose the right path or not, I am not responsible. Remember, time, water, food, and temperature will be key factors in this mission. Do you understand?"

The soldiers responded in unison, but this time, their voices were much smaller. They seem to feel the pressure brought by the journey. A mere 80 kilometers might not seem like much under usual circumstances, but this was Mars with its harsh environment. Any mistake could result in irreversible consequences.

Within minutes, the thousand-strong team spontaneously divided into three groups, each group having members with different choices. Each path had its shortcuts; as the saying goes, all roads lead to Mars. The secrets of these routes could only be seen by a true survival master.

In less than 10 minutes, the three teams had quickly split up…

Seeing the area almost empty, Little Fatty did not move. Feng Yi, amused and annoyed, stamped a footprint on Little Fatty's buttocks, "Fatty, why aren't you moving?"

"Officer, I want to stay with you, even if it means dying with you. I won't leave, never." Little Fatty also kicked back at Feng Yi, but didn't get him. He knew exactly what trouble he was stirring up.

Feng Yi placed a hand on his forehead, a look of utter frustration on his face. He had a good friendship with Fatty, but Little Fatty stubbornly refused to participate in the survival exercise, saying 'punish me, whatever, I value my life too much'. If he was really imprisoned, he would get what he wanted. Feng Yi felt completely disgusted. If he punished Little Fatty, it would be exactly what Little Fatty wanted, and if he didn't, it wouldn't be right either. In utter disgust, he thought, 'Those who aim low really are unbeatable.'

Alright then, if you won't move, I will. This time, Feng Yi gave in completely to Little Fatty. He turned and sped off, leaving a blur, which quickly disappeared…

Watching all this from afar, Kula's mouth was wide open in surprise. Feng Yi's movements had shocked her as if she had seen a ghost! This... how is this possible? Overlooking the endless Shadow District, even disregarding the terrain and landscape, the visibility was at least 40 kilometers. But Feng Yi could disappear within a blink, cloaked by the power of darkness, leaving only a brush of black residue. What level of a soldier is he?

Little Fatty, on the other hand, looked around and, upon noticing that the aircraft hadn't taken off yet, hurriedly ran over with small steps.

Kula had a playful smile on her face, "Take off the transport ship. Navigator, find the nearest route and land soon."

"Little Fatty looks helpless. Are we sure we want to do this?" Although the pilot said so, there was a touch of humor in his voice.

"Don't worry about him, let's take off."

You have to admit, Kula too had no idea of how to handle Little Fatty. All she could do was monitor him closely. God forbid something actually happened. As soon as Zhang Xiaobo approached the aircraft, it had already taken off.

Shit, they're actually flying? Little Fatty sank to the ground in disbelief… If the morning's trek was merely being forgotten, what he felt right now was a sense of desolation and abandonment, like an end-of-the-road hero. At that moment, he felt like waxing poetic, but under the absolute control of his survival instinct, Little Fatty was forced to make a decision.

In the end, he discarded all unnecessary weights, keeping only water, firestone, food, and a cable. As time went on and his speed steadily increased, his performance began to change as well. An agile Fatty gradually appeared in front of the surveillance camera monitor...

The route he had chosen to follow was different from others'. Although it was winding and circuitous, closer observation revealed that what seemed dangerous was actually safe. This was all based on the dynamic image simulation according to Little Fatty's point of view. Words can't describe his strong will to survive, or perhaps, his environmental judgment and insight have reached the level of a grandmaster of survival.

At this time, many soldiers generally preferred to form temporary trios for the journey. This strategy could effectively avoid the inconveniences caused by too many team members. After all, two people could hardly carry a climbing gear. Therefore, a team of three was the right choice.

However, a quad, led by Old Yean, gradually caught the attention of the monitors. The team was made up of Old Yean, Daphne, Elvis, and Balun, who was known as a human armored vehicle.

Their roles were clearly designated. Balun, who possessed a big build, was not slowed down even when carrying heavy objects. Old Yean, known for his keen sight and excellent archery skills, conducted basic surveys of their surroundings. Daphne and Elvis, who were both known for their agility, would double-check the predetermined routes. The route would be more efficient if two scouts were picking the path together. Consequently, this team was clearly ahead of most people in terms of speed

As for Feng Yi, no one knew when he had started roasting a whole lamb at a makeshift campfire while saying, "One must seize the joys of life when they come."

The monitor displayed an image, catching the undivided attention of the woman in the white coat in front of the radar screen. She gasped. The instructor was at the starting point a few minutes ago and wasn't moving. It took only about ten minutes to make such progress. Could his actual strength be on par with the Federal War God Cangmu Ling of the First Order? For a time, speculation about Feng Yi's personal strength exploded throughout the control room!

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