In the garrison camp of City A, when one garrison left, another and then a third would leave.
They would first return to their own homes, settle their families, and then rush together to Xiang City.
Commander Gong had already mentioned in the telegram that he would establish a new camp for the City A garrison, welcoming families to come to Xiang City.
If those from the City A garrison encountered any survivors on their way, he asked them to help if possible, bringing all willing survivors to Xiang City.
Nothing more needed to be said—mentioning the survivors in the telegram was encouragement enough for the garrison of City A.
So, Liu Shengyuan could only watch as, finally, most of the garrison left the camp.
He didn't stop them.
Because he knew he couldn't stop them.
The last garrison standing before Liu Shengyuan asked,
"Squad Leader, aren't you coming with us?"
Liu Shengyuan shook his head, his figure in the rain, his gaze determined but showing a trace of stubbornness.
