Chapter 367: Burning Fields_2

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"Dongchuan City base, militia, guards, and other combat personnel amount to 30,000, with 210,000 survivors, ready to receive our kin. Dongchuan City isn't like the Armed Forces, our military equipment is slightly inferior, and we face frequent attacks from Alien Race monsters, so bearing some hardship upon arrival is likely."

The man looked up at Li Wenyuan; he was a middle-aged man with a haggard face, managing a weak smile: "King, Rongchuan isn't dead, but I'm powerless, unable to save the people of Dongchuan."

Jia Rongchuan, the civil servant of Dongchuan City, was also a young leader groomed and placed by Li Wenyuan.

In his early forties, normally refined and cultured, he now appeared in such a state, with a large scar on his left arm extending nearly to his neck from his shoulder.

"If you're not dead, there's hope, there is hope."

Li Wenyuan's tears flowed freely as he seemed to be moved by the sentiment of Jia Rongchuan and the others among the survivors.