"Wu Chao! Tang Qiang! You two handle Huzi's corpse, move it to the storage room over there!"
"The rest of you, come with me. I want you to take these tents and..."
As the words fell, Hu Xiaodong struck the camping tent with a cleaver, and then the blade moved down, scraping around the edge of the frame. A piece of waterproof fabric, 2 meters high and 50 centimeters wide, was forcibly cut down.
Holding the cut fabric in his hand, Hu Xiaodong raised it to measure the approximate size, then continued, "After taking down the fabric, cut it into strips like this, then braid four strands together and connect them end to end. I want to use them to make a descent rope. Do you understand?"
"Descent rope?" Tang Xiaoquan blurted out subconsciously. He wasn't unfamiliar with such things. He often saw hosts on survival shows using knots and natural conditions to perform various high-difficulty descents and climbs.
