When one side is in trouble, with support from all sides, China can rise from its decline. This spirit has long been engraved in its bones.
In just ten minutes, those with cars got out, those with boats got out, and the remaining people also donated a lot of materials to help the 24 million people in Magic City get through the difficulties.
As the evacuation work gradually got on track, the elderly, the weak, the sick and pregnant women left first by air and high-speed rail, and the numbers in the upper right corner of the live broadcast room also dropped rapidly.
[Countdown to the arrival of the tsunami in the Magic City: twenty-nine hours. 】
[The number of people who have not been evacuated so far: 13,929,100. 】
Xiao Sa looked at the barrage of questions in the live broadcast room, and picked up the data in his hand to introduce it.
"The elderly, the weak, the sick, the disabled and the pregnant have already left by plane and high-speed rail. Of the more than 13 million people left, 5 million can still use the second wave of planes and high-speed rail."
"Of the remaining eight million people, four million can leave first through buses that have completed transportation, and two million people can leave through warships and civilian ships."
"And the last two million will form a huge team and march towards Hangzhou."
Following Xiao Sa's explanation, the nearly 200 million people in the live broadcast room had some understanding of the entire plan.
On the front line of the Magic City, Luo Jingzhong was leaning on a chair for a short rest, his eyes still staring at the traffic on the screen.
"How long will it take for the third batch of evacuation?"
"It will definitely be completed within five hours. General, would you like to take a nap? You haven't had any rest since last night."
"Don't worry about me, ask how the logistics are going. With so many people spread across three cities, they are under greater pressure than me."
The little warrior quickly picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number, and soon got the data of three surrounding cities.
"There's basically no pressure on Jinling. It's a big city, and it still has the resources to accommodate five million people."
"Hangzhou City is under a little pressure, but most of the things the people are assisting are in Hangzhou City, and the next two million can also be borne."
"Greentown is under the greatest pressure. A total of six million people will be admitted to Greentown this time, and it is not a first-tier city. The current grain depot is somewhat unable to hold on."
After hearing the little soldier's report, Luo Jingzhong took a deep breath: "Tell Green City that even if they starve to death for me, they must ensure that the people have food!"
Zhang Bei was also watching the live broadcast room at this time, and couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope in the entire big migration plan.
Whether this great migration can be successful or not is related to his salvation of the world.
If it works, with at least one piece of Miracle Light, you can buy the nuclear fusion blueprint. In a world of more than 200 degrees below zero, humans who have lost most of their energy can only survive by relying on nuclear fusion.
The Great Migration failed, Zhang Bei had no light of miracles, and it was impossible to purchase blueprints. Relying on points to purchase finished nuclear fusion would only allow 10 million people to survive at most.
In other words, Zhang Bei is actually betting that China in this world can accomplish this miracle!
It is impossible for such large-scale domestic migration not to attract the attention of foreign countries.
However, due to the magnitude 12 earthquake, which involved the energy of most countries, even if some people focused on this major migration, there were still no relevant news reports.
As time went by, groups of people dispersed from the Magic City to different cities.
Soon, the countdown in the live broadcast room was down to the last twelve hours.
A light rain started to fall from the sky at some point, and a huge convoy gathered at the highway intersection.
Luo Jingzhong watched the troops maintaining order walking among the traffic. He wiped the rain from his face and pressed the intercom.
"As the last two million people, we gave up the opportunity to safely evacuate to the elderly, children, and pregnant women. I know that many people are somewhat reluctant."
"I, Luo Jingzhong, will make a promise here. As long as there is still one person who has not reached a safe position, I will accompany you at the end of the team!"
"We still have twelve hours and need to advance at least 153 kilometers. All soldiers must maintain speed and ensure that no one will be left behind!"
"Everyone is here, let's go!"
With an order, the huge traffic flow started to move slowly.
The front end of the huge traffic flow is led by military pickup trucks, and hundreds of experienced drivers lead the way to ensure that the route will not deviate.
At both ends of the traffic flow are countless soldiers riding motorcycles to maintain order and ensure everyone's safety.
At the end of the team, Luo Jingzhong stood in a pickup truck, always staring at the pictures returned by the drone.
Zhang Bei leaned against the bed, sipping the lunch box sent by the soldier, and staring at the live broadcast.
The reason why a miracle is a miracle is that in front of it is darkness without a trace of light.
The evacuation of 22 million people from Zhangbei was not unexpected at all. It is entirely possible for a country to do its best.
But the remaining two million people are the key to whether the miracle can happen.
It is impossible to go fast in this huge traffic flow. If you want to reach the safe area within the specified time, you have to travel 12.75 kilometers per hour.
It seems simple, but in fact the entire team has more than 500,000 vehicles. With so many people and so many vehicles, it is simply impossible to get together without problems.
It doesn't take much. If the team stops twice, at least 200,000 people will not be able to reach their destination and will be submerged by the tsunami.
In a state of first-level combat readiness, all TV programs, games, and short videos are banned, and all signals are connected in this live broadcast room.
The number of real-time viewers on the entire network has reached 390 million. Countless barrages passed by, and countless people were silently praying for these two million people.
The house leaked and it rained all night. Bad luck only seeks out the poor. The advancing team ran into trouble after walking for less than an hour.
"Report, meteorological experts sent news that a small hurricane has appeared at sea, which will bring heavy rain on our way forward."
This sentence not only made the audience in the live broadcast room feel excited, but also made Luo Jingzhong hammer the car window hard.
"What did the think tank say?"
"The think tank sent two plans. One, continue to advance along the original route and abandon all supplies. There is a 7% chance of arriving within the specified time, and an 80% chance of reaching 1.7 million people. arrive."
"Second, get off the vehicle at the Zhaojiacun Expressway. All members of the team will travel lightly and march quickly through Chong Town, Miaoqian Town, and through Daliangting Village to a safe point."
Two choices, one is to abandon the lives of 300,000 people in exchange for the safety of 1.7 million people.
The other is to take greater risks and let a group of untrained ordinary people carry out a forced march. If it fails, two million people will be drowned in the tsunami.
