Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!-Chapter 194 - 65: Self-Recommendation
When it came to evacuation, everyone remained silent. ππ«ππ²π¨πππππ―ππΉ.ππ¨πΊ
The numbers of survival reflected the numbers of death in reverse.
The Colonel, who was the interim commander, said, "Please accept my condolences."
After a few moments of silence, they began their work.
The students gathered some items like military tags, badges, and jewelry that could still hold sentimental value to relatives.
The instructors coordinated with the soldiers who were gradually descending from the sky.
The shelter, where the unconscious survivors were stored, was dug into by the Insect Men, but none of the people were taken; the Insect Men didnβt drag them away.
The soldiers who came to the basement looked at the calm shelter, feeling amazed; despite the insect tide, it was remarkable that so many people survived.
A few civilian staff who had not inhaled the gas were surprised to stand up when they saw the new reinforcements, "Youβre here? Whatβs the situation outside?"
Thatβs the first question that must be asked.
"Youβre temporarily safe now."
The civilian staff couldnβt fully believe it and asked, "What about Lieutenant Fan?" It was Lieutenant Fan who saved them; they trusted the one who had saved their lives even more.
Fan Li was right behind the soldiers. He stepped out, "The mother body entrenched in Huangyang City has been eliminated, and reinforcements have arrived."
Hearing the word "reinforcements," they excitedly activated the protective device, releasing gas to awaken the others.
During this time, soldiers went to inspect the gap that had been dug out.
The gap still had a pungent smell, and the inner walls of the tunnel were coated with slime. "The people here are very lucky; the Insect Men came in but didnβt take anyone. Does this protective device have a special function?"
Fan Li didnβt speak, and the civilian staff gave Fan Li a glance, tacitly remaining silent as well.
The kindness of life-saving, though it cannot be repaid with a fountain, can lead them to choose to stand by their benefactor.
The crowd was gradually waking up; only two infants awoke a bit slower. All four hundred people were unharmed.
Fan Li was relieved by the decision he had made.
The survivors were all at a loss, having lost several hours of memory, and then they were informed that the crisis had passed.
Teenagers wept for joy, mothers hugging their children kissed them excitedly, rubbing the pendants on their necks, murmuring that it must have been divine favor that allowed them to survive.
"It wasnβt God who saved you; it was the soldiers and a group of students." The civilian staff helped them up, telling them the truth, not to pin their hopes on the ethereal gods.
Many couldnβt listen, stubbornly attributing othersβ achievements as a divine gift to them.
An elderly leading the believers mumbled incoherently, with murky eyes staring ahead, "Gods only require prayer, and they will hear the wishes of the faithful. Gods can redeem souls and cleanse sins. You cannot; kneeling to you would only lead to more pollution."
The civilian staff was numbed by the staunch faith of these believers.
They were difficult to handle; once these people left Huangyang Star, they would become a bundle of trouble.
Fortunately, they would no longer be responsible for them afterward.
With no entertainment on Huangyang Star, mythical tales secretly thrived, and the more people who liked to escape reality, the more they believed in them.
Now, they only needed to ask their intentions: do they wish to stay on Huangyang Star or leave?
If they chose to leave, they must depart immediately.
Those staying must rebuild Huangyang City, following military command, not allowed to leave designated areas at will.
The underground Star Gold Mine was so large that even the Military Department coveted it.
Hence, Huangyang City had to remain in place to facilitate the mining of Star Gold.
A city cannot exist without people; these survivors would ensure initial population development.
Most chose to stay; they didnβt want to leave their homeland or go to an unfamiliar planet.
The man who supported Fan Li among the survivors also didnβt leave.
In a city of hundreds of thousands, only about two thousand people remained.
Only by staying could they hope to rebuild the glory of the past.
Comrades who fought hand in hand were now going their separate ways, as students and soldiers bid farewell.
Though they were together for only two days, having faced life and death together, they built a camaraderie, exchanging contact information, hoping not to lose touch.
The time to leave came quickly.
The space station was destroyed, and the transport ships could only land on the planetβs surface under the escort of the military Mecha Master.
The survivors who wanted to leave queued orderly to board the ship.
Fan Li hugged the soldiers who stayed behind to say goodbye.
Su Xiaocai retrieved her protective device but couldnβt get back the Mecha wreckage. Fan Li said the Vice Admiral wouldnβt allow it because he needed to report to his superiors.
Itβs hard not to suspect that the military has ulterior motives.
At the moment of parting, emotions ran low.
Hu Ping sat in a wheelchair, securely fastened inside the transport ship early on to prevent further injury during the bumpy transit.
He felt melancholic, as his recovery from a comminuted fracture would take a long time, leaving him to be just a cheerleader for his "Mecha friends" for the foreseeable future.
