Upon hearing the executive officer's words, the soldiers guarding the gate quickly made way.

The sentry captain and his group finally managed to step out of the gate.

The two passed each other by.

The sentry captain turned his head and looked at the other person, a deep sense of emotion welling up in his heart.

He knew very well that if it weren't for the patrol captain's help, they probably wouldn't have been able to leave this door at all.

The patrol captain also looked at him at the same moment.

Both of them knew in their hearts that this might be the last time they would ever see each other.

"Old Zhao, take care." The sentry captain suppressed his excitement at escaping and said in a low voice.

"Farewell, Lao Liu," the patrol captain replied in a low voice, his face filled with sadness.

The sentry captain led his men away from the shelter in a hurry, heading quickly westward.

The patrol leader then led his patrolmen back to the shelter.

The two walked in opposite directions, neither of them looking back.

They both respect each other's choices.

"Waaah—waaah—"

As the incessant alarm blared, the officer at the gate silently calculated the time in his mind.

"That shouldn't be the case."

The executive looked into the distance, a hint of doubt in his mind.

Closing time was approaching, and many patrol teams still hadn't returned.

Logically, upon hearing the alarm, even the most remote patrol positions should be able to return within the stipulated time.

But now only a handful of teams have returned.

Hearing the constant alarms emanating from the shelter, the people in the Wangjiaqiu safety zone, located below the high wall on the other side, appeared somewhat panicked.

"Master, what should we do?" Wang Lijian hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Wang Qinshui glanced at the shelter gate, then looked at the people in the safe zone.

He knew very well that they probably didn't even qualify to enter the shelter.

Although the shelter offered him a spot, he was unwilling to abandon the Wang family and enter the shelter alone to eke out a living.

In addition, the shelter had not yet had time to hold a talent selection process.

His plan to send some members of the Wang family to the shelter also failed.

However, after a few days of rest, their team gradually recovered and exchanged a lot of supplies, so it was time to set off.

From a distance, Wang Qinshui could tell from the various reactions at the shelter that a crisis was imminent.

Thinking of this, Wang Qinshui immediately made a decision and shouted loudly to the people around her:

"All members of the royal family, continue your migration with me."

"Yes!" The Wang family members seemed to have already made preparations for the relocation.

Wang Lijian hurriedly rushed to the front of the group to lead the way, turning around from time to time to urge them on:

"Hurry up!"

Even though he had lived in the safe zone for many years, he had never experienced such a strong feeling of palpitations, making him want to escape from here.

The group from the Wang Family Safety Zone set off immediately after they were fully prepared.

After bypassing the high walls of the refuge, they continued their migration westward.

The sudden departure of this large group of people instantly drew the attention of all the refugees.

As the Wang family members, dressed in khaki raincoats, walked further and further away, the refugees below the high walls finally began to panic.

"What?!"

"The Wang family's safe zone has also left."

What do we do?

The refugees looked at each other, bewildered.

The migrants who came from other places also seemed to have lost their way.

Meanwhile, some of the older refugees among the crowd had already begun packing their belongings.

They knew perfectly well that getting into the shelter was absolutely impossible.

Disaster is imminent.

To survive, they must follow the safe zone; only then will they have a chance to find a way out.

Although the people in the safe zones that had migrated ahead had changed, they had no choice but to follow whichever safe zone they were in, as long as they could continue migrating westward.

Soon, half of the refugees chose to follow.

Also choosing to leave were some local refugees from Xirong Mountain and people from the safe zone.

The departure of these people instantly reduced the crowd under the high walls by more than half.

The remaining refugees hesitated.

After all, leaving here would mean going hungry, or even dying on the way to migrate.

The migrants who have always lived in the area do not seem to want to leave their familiar surroundings.

"Report!"

A patrolman riding a camel sped toward the gate, shouting as he ran.

"Urgent report!"

As soon as they arrived at the gate, the patrolman, breathless, said to the officer:

"The Xirong Mountain is flooded!"

Upon hearing this, the executive officer's expression changed drastically. Knowing that time was running out, he hurriedly gave orders to the people around him:

"The shelter is about to be sealed off. Prepare to close!"

"Yes, sir!" The two patrolmen immediately got ready.

Suddenly, a person rushed out from inside the high wall and shouted at the executive officer:

"Don't close the door yet, the Holy Son hasn't returned."

The executive officer, of course, did not close the door completely; he only closed it halfway.

This action instantly ignited the surrounding refugees.

"Are you closing up?"

“I heard it too.”

The refugees outside the high walls were instantly thrown into extreme panic. Unable to suppress their fear any longer, they all rushed forward in a swarm.

"I'm a local!"

"I've dedicated my whole life to this shelter, please let me in."

"I know Captain Ma from the shelter!"

No matter what the refugees shouted, the executive officer remained unmoved.

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