A group of refugees rushed forward with wide eyes, their eyes fixed on the gate.
"Bang! Bang!"
Several crisp gunshots rang out in succession, and several refugees were shot dead on the spot by the patrol soldiers, falling to the ground.
"They fired?"
"Murder in the shelter??"
"impossible!"
"The people in the shelter are good; they won't kill us...they won't."
The refugees were filled with shock; even with the facts right in front of them, they couldn't believe it.
The shelter that provided them with free food every day actually opened fire on them.
Seeing the dead bodies on the ground, the other refugees were terrified and stopped rushing forward.
"Let me out!"
A fierce conflict seemed to be taking place inside the gate.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out from inside the door.
The patrol captain fired a warning shot from inside the gate, since he knew many of those trying to escape.
But the gunfire still couldn't stop those who wanted to escape.
While the patrol captain hesitated, several figures had already successfully rushed out of the gate.
"Fire!" the executive officer commanded.
"Rat-a-tat-tat." The patrolmen at the door opened fire without hesitation.
After a burst of gunfire, the few people who had just escaped through the gate were all killed at the entrance.
Even as they lay dying, they struggled and tried to crawl away from the shelter.
Upon witnessing this scene, the patrol captain inside couldn't help but close his eyes.
At the same time, a messenger quickly arrived at the gate and handed the latest orders to the executive officer.
"This is the latest order from higher authorities."
The executive officer received the order, glanced at it quickly, and immediately waved his hand to give the order.
"close the door!"
The patrolmen guarding the gate hurriedly ran inside, shouting in a drawn-out voice as they went:
"close the door--!"
A deafening "BOOM!"
The massive steel gate was completely shut.
The refugees outside rushed to the gate, pounding on it and crying out:
"Waaah, open the door!"
"Let me in! I'll do anything for you!"
All that responded to these refugees was cold rain and tightly closed doors.
At that moment, another commotion came from inside the gate.
"This is the last chance."
"Follow me and charge out!" someone shouted repeatedly from inside the gate.
"Put-put-put—"
After a burst of gunfire, there was no further sound from inside the high walls; it was deathly silent.
at the same time.
To the west of the shelter.
The group was heading west.
At the center of the group, a young man rode a tall camel, leisurely swaying along.
The young man was followed by a group of strong combat soldiers.
As the group continued westward, an intelligence officer cautiously stepped forward and respectfully inquired of the young man:
"Your Holiness, this doesn't seem to be the direction of the refuge."
The Holy Son looked at the intelligence officer and replied with a smile, "Of course not."
"So, do you have any objections?" The Holy Son's gaze was fixed on the intelligence officer.
"No, no." The intelligence officer immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing and apologizing repeatedly.
In that brief moment, the intelligence officer even sensed a life-threatening danger.
Upon hearing the Holy Son's words, the commander and the others immediately realized what was happening and involuntarily lowered their heads slightly.
Suddenly, light flowed from the Holy Son's body, and his sharp gaze swept over the combat units he had brought with him.
“From today onward, do not call me the Holy Son, nor am I the Holy Son of the Sanctuary.”
"You only need to remember one thing."
The Holy Son raised his right hand and pointed to his chest.
"I am Wang Zhaotian, and I am your captain."
"Did you remember?" Wang Zhaotian asked loudly.
"Understood," everyone answered in unison.
Seeing this, Wang Zhaotian nodded in satisfaction.
The light emanating from him then dissipated, and he returned to his previous arrogant and unruly demeanor.
Wang Zhaotian glanced back in the direction of the shelter, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Old man, you didn't expect that, did you?"
"You want me to stay in there for another thirty years? No way!"
His initiative to pursue Zhangjia Safe Zone was just an excuse; his real purpose was to leave the shelter.
"You can no longer hold me back."
"I'm finally leaving this awful place."
Wang Zhaotian's voice carried a hint of unrestrained ease.
Following the rain and mist, Wang Zhaotian turned his gaze back to the west, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"A new world has arrived, and I, Wang Zhaotian, have come!"
......
West of the shelter.
The Wang family members are moving forward quickly.
A figure ran back quickly from the front.
"Master, it's a flood!"
The person in charge of reconnaissance pointed to the foot of the mountain and shouted.
"The flood will soon block the road to the west."
Wang Qinshui immediately gave the following order:
"Speed up!"
Everyone in the Wangjiaqiu safety zone started running.
They must reach the highlands to the west before the floodwaters block their path.
"Splash—"
The rain was getting heavier and heavier; this weather was definitely not normal.
And that inexplicable sense of crisis.
Not far behind the Wang family's safe zone, the refugees also ran desperately to catch up.
If they run too slowly, they will all die without a burial place.
Fortunately, the refugees had eaten their fill for a few days in the safe zone and were now keeping up with the pace of the Wang family's safe zone.
At this moment, the refugees waiting outside the high walls also realized that the situation was not good.
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