Rotting Land: Survive-Chapter 455 - 451: The Last Night

Everyone was surprised by Xu Renjie’s reply. No one expected this man to respond so decisively.

But what they didn’t know was that this seemingly quick answer was the result of Xu Renjie’s long contemplation. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Indeed, he had always worried about the life and death of his subordinates, but likewise, he never forgot the safety of the brothers at the base.

As the saying goes, fighting a war requires focusing on the bigger picture, and daily life is no different. Since hearing Lao Zhao and others mention the winter plan, Xu Renjie’s subconscious began to pay attention to various potential threats to the base.

Firstly, threat one, the gate of the district is damaged. Though necessary repairs were later made, overall it was still unsatisfactory. If the zombies attack, only 50 or 60 would be needed to breach this defense.

Secondly, the buildings inside lack security doors, meaning that once zombies break through the gate, team members will be fully exposed to direct attacks from these creatures, which is extremely dangerous.

Lastly, and most critically, through continuous patrols, he discovered that the streets, originally cleared, had once again gathered a large number of zombies due to frequent access and the sounds from renovations inside. The scale is steadily growing.

Additionally, Luo Yi and others had been missing for a long time, gradually causing Xu Renjie to lose hope.

Therefore, considering all of the above, Xu Renjie responded to Lao Zhao’s questions so swiftly because he had already thought everything through.

Now that Xu Renjie had no objections, it was much easier to handle the remaining matters.

In the afternoon, after a brief rest, the survivors began final preparations for the evacuation the day after tomorrow.

The sorted supplies were gradually loaded onto the vehicles. To avoid potential danger, the survivors intentionally distributed supplies across three vehicles.

The Jeep had the least, limited by space, with only a camping tent, two sleeping bags, and some food and water.

The most was naturally on the modified bus, where all items susceptible to moisture were piled inside.

As for the traffic control vehicle, it was also packed with quite a few things.

This way, even if incidents like overturning or breakdowns left cars unable to move, survivors need not worry about losing all survival supplies.

Generators, car power sources, various tools were all loaded onto the vehicles in full.

For them, these items were undoubtedly as valuable as gold mountains. Survivors believed that as long as they had these tools, no matter where they ended up, they had the ability to recreate their lives and step back into civilized society.

Once all three cars were fully fueled, it was already dusk. The setting sun painted the sky, and from afar gave a sense of indescribable beauty.

November 20th, night, less than 12 hours remain until the survivors leave Bieyuan District. Tonight will be their last night in room 602; tomorrow morning they will embark on a new journey, starting a new Chapter.

Parting is always melancholic, especially for a place where one has stayed for a while. People inevitably become different due to latent nostalgia.

This has nothing to do with character, strength, or weakness; it’s just an expression of humanity. No wonder humans are called emotional animals.

So, for this last night, Wei Yang specially prepared an unusually lavish feast for everyone.

Firstly to bid farewell to yesterday, secondly to usher in tomorrow.

As the dishes were served, Xu Renjie solemnly picked up a bottle of fine Maotai, opened the bottle cap indifferently, and silently poured a glass of fine wine for each person present.

Afterward, he gathered his spirits, raised his glass high, and solemnly said word by word, "To the more than 200 innocent people at Yuhuan Gymnasium!"

Old Xu’s actions were very sudden, but Lin Junfu immediately stood up with a toast, "To Yan Hua, Guo Xiaohua! Without your pointless sacrifice, I, Lin Junfu, and my siblings wouldn’t be sitting here alive!"

Upon hearing her father’s name, Fangfang curiously raised her head and looked at Wei Yang beside her, her tender face bright with curiosity, "Wei Yang sis, what’s Uncle Lin talking about daddy doing?"

Wei Yang’s eyes were already brimming with tears. She tried hard to hold back the "spring" welling up in her heart, stroked Fangfang’s head, and with a slightly choked voice, smiled, "Uncles are praising daddy’s bravery. Fangfang, remember your father is the most selfless and greatest person in this world!"

Upon hearing these words, the young Fangfang reached over for the wine glass on the table, stood up with innocence, and in her slightly immature voice said, "Fangfang also toasts to daddy! Daddy is Fangfang’s SUPER MAN."

At this point, Wei Yang could no longer hold back her inner sadness. Scenes of her father dying miserably to save her flashed by like a movie, and he trembled a little and stood up, holding Fangfang’s small hand, agreeing, "Yes! We toast to the greatest father in this world."

The atmosphere was suddenly rendered, even Lao Zhao, a manly chap, felt his eyes getting a little moist.

Thus, one after another, the survivors gradually stood up, and phrases of condolence followed.

"Xiao Mei sis, rest assured on your journey! There’s no evil in heaven!"

"Director Wang, Big Brother Guo! I will definitely come back to see you in the future!"

"Uncle! I’m doing well now! My brothers are good to me, uncles are good to me too! Don’t worry! I’ll strive hard and won’t let you down, living well!"

"Huzi, Uncle Lin! I, Hu Xiaodong, remember your vengeance! As long as there’s breath in me in this life, I will never let Lu Rui, that damned beast, off!

The departed are gone, the living must go on!

Gatherings, separations, are just a moment!

Through the heartfelt words of the survivors, it’s not hard to see how certain they were on this journey, filled with so many joys and sorrows.

But day turns to night, true feelings remain.

This world, no matter how it changes, as long as you still hold onto your original heart, there is reason to live.

A little bit of the wine fell to the ground, evaporating into the air.

Carrying the survivors’ good wishes, it floated far away, to a land of peace without disputes or noise.

Telling the friends there that they will live strongly, with their will, together enduring!

After the dinner, everyone went to bed early, for tomorrow to them all signifies a brand new start.

No one knows what is waiting ahead on the road.

But the survivors slept deeply that night! Soundly! (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote on Qidian (qidian.com) for recommendation votes, monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)