CHAPTER 73: CHAPTER 73: ALL-OUT CROSSFIRE

Especially after hearing that interstellar allies couldn’t provide results, and the monsters might breach the defenses.

Everyone could imagine that kind of terrifying scene.

The troops have weapons, ordinary people can only be slaughtered!

That would definitely be Purgatory.

However, the group that is truly panicked at this moment doesn’t have time to voice online.

As early as a few days ago, the cities closest to the forest area had basically been evacuated, given that all transport resources were concentrated here.

Across the entire province, less than half the population has been evacuated.

At least fifty million remain!

They received the notice to accelerate evacuation even earlier than the conference.

Nan Jia City is one of them.

This city is not well-known within the province, but it has a population of over a million, plus surrounding counties and towns, the population amounts to more than four million!

Only over a million have been evacuated before.

Originally, it was thought that being a straight-line distance of one hundred and eighty kilometers from the forest, coupled with a large number of troops coming to establish a defensive line, even if the war broke out, it wouldn’t reach here soon.

But right now, dense text messages bombarded everyone in the city, and all broadcasts, televisions, even advertisement screens are playing the accelerated evacuation notice in turns.

Helicopters are also continuously looping the announcement in the sky.

There’s even a unit entering with armored vehicles, fully armed soldiers start cooperating with the city management department to clear roads, continuously assisting in evacuation.

"Mom and dad, grandpa and grandma, hurry up!" A young man in his twenties was carrying a bag, shouting urgently at the door, "Everyone else is leaving, forget the things we can’t carry!"

"Coming." Two middle-aged people helped two elderly out, their expressions somewhat anxious.

But the elders are really old, coupled with carrying bags, descending the stairs is somewhat slow.

"Hurry up, three community buses have already left." The young man was the most anxious.

"You all go first, go first." Grandpa kept saying.

But how could the middle-aged people agree, finally glanced at the bag in hand, gritted his teeth, and directly discarded one.

"I’ll carry Dad, son, you carry Grandma, go!"

Discarding some burdens did make it noticeably faster.

But upon reaching the second floor, they found a gaunt elder standing at the door watching, but appearing in no rush to leave.

"Uncle Zhang, why are you still standing here." The middle-aged man knew this person, not much talk usually, but couldn’t help shouting this time, "Didn’t hear the broadcast? There’s no time if you don’t leave!"

"Not leaving." The elder waved his hand, sighed, "Terminal cancer, only months left, no point in leaving."

"..." The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but eventually continued downward.

He could still hear the elder’s voice from behind: "If you see my son and daughter-in-law, please look out for them for the sake of being neighbors for so long."

"Certainly, certainly!" The middle-aged man shouted heavily but didn’t dare look back.

Just after exiting the building, the community immediately became noisy.

Many people were crowding together, community workers with loudspeakers continuously calling names, and many with large piles of luggage desperately squeezing toward the buses, to no avail against the shouts.

The middle-aged man attempted to squeeze through while carrying his father but found the crowd impenetrable.

Desperate.

Until a squad of fully armed soldiers ran over, the leader fired a few shots into the sky.

Taking the loudspeaker, he shouted loudly: "Maintain order, let children board first, line up properly, military family identification get priority! Violate rules, ignore evacuation orders, directly detained!"

The gunshots immediately calmed many people down.

For days, there’s been constant media coverage that during special periods, everything’s dealt with strictly, and these soldiers will indeed fire directly to maintain order.

But most, including the middle-aged man’s family, heaved a sigh of relief, looking towards them like saviors.

Including quite a few who had just been fighting.

Their struggle was merely due to seeing others pushing, fearing not pushing might mean missing the bus.

At times like this, boarding the bus a minute earlier means a minute longer to live!

And from the crowd, someone suddenly shouted a question.

"Does enlisting now count?"

"Count!" The response came not from the soldiers but others, "The broadcast said there’s large-scale recruitment, every five hundred meters there’s an enlistment registration point."

Instantly, the crowd erupted into commotion again, many directly moved toward outside the community, where they indeed saw enlistment registration points at the entrance.

The middle-aged man suddenly panicked, turned to look, and indeed saw his son heading that way.

"Son." He hurriedly grabbed him, "Our family depends on you, I’ll go, I’ll go! Take care of your mom, grandpa, and grandma."

"Save it, with your belly, you won’t pass." The young fellow was also torn but gritted his teeth, "Nowhere is safe, the real meteorite hasn’t come yet, escape the first day of the month, but not the fourth. Better to go fight in the army, where prioritizing Martial Arts training gives you guarantee!"

Indeed, the current propaganda already included Martial Arts training.

Younger people are more proactive.

They adapt better to such changes than older folks and understand more clearly that the real crisis is yet to come.