Yangshan, covered in vast snow, branches bending under its weight.
Many pine trees on the mountain were bowed by the heavy snow.
However, what lay before were no longer ordinary pine trees.
Amidst the frenzy of mutation and evolution, they not only became more solid and robust, with developed root systems capable of resisting flood erosion, but also could withstand the gnawing of mutated creatures.
A mere snowstorm couldn't really crush them.
Wearing a military uniform, Aftershock stood in the room on the cliff, gazing at the Yangshan patrol team at the foot of the mountain, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"The people of Yangshan, their mental state is completely different from those survivors I met in the shelters before."
"And the population size of Yangshan is a bit beyond my expectations."
