"I can’t understand, how did the situation deteriorate so quickly?"
Huo Jiang shook his head: "Perhaps we have a strategic misjudgnt, the dark probing was just at Dawn City?"
"Do not hold on to illusions, plan for the worst!"
For a mont, the discussion around strategic deploynt beca intense. Presented to humanity was undoubtedly a difficult and desperate issue; Lin Xian’s head was dizzy, and while the leaders were discussing in the room, he left the eting room alone.
He wanted to get so fresh air, the City Ring searched the entire city, after a fierce overnight battle, Devour Starship, at this ti Lin Xian felt like a walking dead.
Lin Xian wasn’t sure if it was the physical exhaustion, or his feelings towards Chu Yan, towards the mbers of the Infinite Alliance, or for the remaining elderly, weak, sick, and small in the city and the weak from the smaller convoys, or the sadness of humanity’s approaching end, making him feel as if his emotions were being twisted and sucked into an abyssal vortex, making it hard to breathe.
In the corridor of the Heavenly Calming Ship, busy crowds stread by constantly. Taking on the operation of such a large city was no easy task—ergency teams, dical, supplies, city infrastructure maintenance, water, air, Dark Mark detection, repairs, even psychological and disease services—all the Phoenix Society staff were busy, with queues stretching for kiloters at ergency supply collection points across each city district.
What they received was just a piece of bread, a small bottle of water, but it ca with special options like canned at or fruit for choice. If you chose fruit and vegetables, you would get a portion of fresh fruit or vegetables grown in the Phoenix Society and Federation Cultivation Base, perhaps two apples, or half a cauliflower.
Such things were more rare than canned at, since many people had not eaten fresh food for a long ti, and green vegetables and fruits could also balance the body’s dark invasion toxins, making them valuable resources.
On the Infinite Alliance’s side, Jian Xuwei, Chen Sixuan, Shi Deyuan, Jiang Yun, and others were vigorously preparing supplies and weapons to deal with the upcoming large-scale relocation and war. The extended Joint Train was urgently utilized, loading as many people as possible as per Lin Xian’s request; there was no ti to consider material and interest issues anymore.
At the Star City Orbital Station, the fifteen-kiloter-long Joint Train, Shi Deyuan, Lao Mo, Luo Yang, and others urgently collected dozens of various carriages from the orbital station’s maintenance area and freight area, all were attached to the back of the Joint Train. Whether it was rusty freight carriages, already abandoned ground rails, passenger carriages, or even mining carts, they all beca a sanctuary for those helpless survivors.
A large number of children, won, and abandoned injured, and weak people boarded, clinging to a lifeline, without complaint even for a dirty corner.
At this ti, the orbital station resembled the great evacuation of Dunkirk, with dense crowds queuing, holding up the supplies they could offer, holding up swaddled infants, hoping to board this final Doomsday Train from Dawn City.
The core mbers of the Infinite Alliance such as Chen Sixuan all had a heavy look, everyone felt a suffocating sense of an impending storm.
Sha Sha stood on the roof of the Infinity, gazing at the vast crowd, with a frown on her small face: "Sister Chen, can we really save so many people?"
Chen Sixuan didn’t respond directly, but only said: "Let’s do our best."
"Steel Brotherhood recruiting! Priority for those with guns! Skills without guns! Car repair, dical treatnt, farming are all okay! — Repeat! Anyone who can move without a mark can join! Up to 300 positions!"
A hoarse male voice roared amidst electromagnetic noise on the survivor frequency, with engine roars and tal collisions in the background.
"East District convoy attention! East District convoy attention! We have thirteen armored trucks, plenty of fuel, but need firepower cover! Can still squeeze in about 200 people, gather at the old power plant in Ping City! Repeat—"
"Attention everyone, we are the Red Flag Alliance, assembling in the old industrial area of the North Outer City District, the convoy is preparing to move slowly towards Qingbo City, all walking survivors can join, everyone gather and cover!"
At this ti in the survivor channel, the information was incredibly congested, with recruitnt, calls for help, shouts, and updates on regional situations all happening at once.
"Lin Xian, the Joint Train can carry more than four thousand people at most, the teams of other Infinite Alliance mbers like Wang Hongyuan and He Linqiu can only integrate more than five thousand people at most."
Lin Xian was at the top of the Twin Star Tower at this ti, standing on the edge of the building, feeling the wind, while Chen Sixuan’s voice ca through his headset.
"If the Sky Do Train were completely open for boarding, it could take at least another ten thousand people. What’s the situation now, where does the Phoenix Society need us to relocate these people?" Jian Xuwei’s voice also ca through.
"If we need to reach Qingbo or Ping City before dark, we must depart by 4 p.m. to avoid the contamination of the Dark Mark!" Shi Deyuan also said on the communication frequency.
"Auto convoys must set off first, otherwise there won’t be enough ti," Jiang Yun said.
Listening to the voices in the headset, Lin Xian felt his thoughts jumbled, he pressed mute, and the world instantly quieted down. He wanted to calm down for two minutes and take a good look at this world.
But he couldn’t calm down, his mind kept thinking about what Chu Yan had said to him.
A breeze blew past, and Lin Xian suddenly noticed a small black ant had sohow been blown onto the back of his hand. After Apocalypse Day, a large number of Blue Star’s living creatures have gone extinct. The more resilient ones that remain are underground, dark-dwelling creatures. Ants were rembered as common insects, but Lin Xian already forgot when he last saw an ant.
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