On the Jutland Peninsula, this narrow peninsula has been blocked by the people, and they are all people who are rushing to the small town of Richtshals, the northernmost part of the peninsula.

Because there are transport ships to the Huaxia Empire there.

Regardless of whether you have the opportunity to board the ship to the other side of the ocean, at least there is hope, and you must run north, the farther you are from the monsters, it will give you a greater sense of security, although this is just a wishful thinking.

The crowd heading north was a little numb, no matter adults or children, they had no energy. In the completely uncertain future, no one was still in the mood to talk to something. They just used to walking northward step by step along the flow of people, or numbly whipping the horses, so that they would not stop going northward.

The port in the small town of Hitsheels is not big, but it is filled with neat and uniform Chinese Empire transport ships, and a row of stays outside the port.

The immigration policy of the Immigration Bureau has long disappeared. Faced with the surging refugees, everyone has compassion and hopes that they can save more people from this continent that has fallen into purgatory.

Mu Wenyuan, the major general commander of the First Atlantic Fleet of the Chinese Empire, and is also the commander of the escort fleet of this group of immigrant transport ships.

He stood quietly on the deck, watching the people in the port who were allowed to board the transport ship after a simple screening. After being allowed to board the ship, they burst into tears and burst into tears. Those who did not pass were just numb expressions. I believe they were also prepared for this mentality. However, for the front-line staff of the Chinese Empire, the process of choice was not easy, because their slight fingers determined the life or death of countless people in front of them. Although this was not their original intention, the result was that this batch of 200 transport ships could not take away all the people, and it would not be possible to come countless times. They had to make a choice. Although this choice was cruel, the empire had used up its greatest possibility to rescue. After all, "manpower was poor."

"Report to the Commander, the emergency telegram sent by HU-331!"

The guard's report interrupted Mu Wenyuan's contemplation and took the telegram from the other party. After a glance, he realized that perhaps the batch of transport ships he led were the last flight for rescue.

He turned his head to look at the refugees stuffed with the port, sighed helplessly, and turned to walk into the command room.

"All the people present, I am Mu Wenyuan, the commander of this transport fleet. I am sorry to disturb you, but at this time I have to announce bad news to you. According to the news sent back by our reconnaissance submarines, the monster army has landed in Cherbourg, which is close to us, and their fleet is coming to us through the strait!"

Mu Wenyuan's words were passed through the loudspeaker, and when his words rang, the entire port fell into silence.

"You know what this news means. Maybe our rescue fleet may be the last flight. Although I don't want to tell you the cruel truth, I can't do it. Look at your compatriots, gentlemen, ladies, there are too many people on the scene, and we don't know what to choose. So let you make this choice yourself and who will give this opportunity to this life? You will designate it yourself, because for our rescuers, no matter who gives this opportunity to this life, it is a cruel thing. We have no right to deprive another life of life, and no one has it!

I, wait for your choice…”

After Mu Wenyuan's words, the entire port fell into a long silence. The last choice in his life was not determined. Everyone knew that there were only two outcomes for their choice, life or death.

"Let the children get on the boat. I'm old. Although I have more knowledge, there are some Chinese empires of this level, maybe I shouldn't occupy this place!" Suddenly, a middle-aged white man spoke on a transport ship next to the port.

"Father, the Chinese Empire needs a physicist like you. You shouldn't give up this opportunity. And have you already boarded the ship?" He suddenly spoke and stunned his daughter, including his wife, who had not dried up tears.

"Dear Catherine, you know, my physical level is really nothing in the Chinese Empire, and I am almost fifty years old. Even if I escape to the other side of the ocean, how long can I live? Take your mother and I can take another child off the boat, because they have an infinite future, especially under the cultivation of the Chinese Empire!"

Before her daughter could refute, the middle-aged white man turned around and said to his wife who was already in tears, "Anjier, I'm sorry for not being able to spend the rest of my life with you. You know how difficult it is for me to make this choice. I can't bear to leave you, and Catherine, but I can't go to the other side of the ocean against my conscience. My dear, I'm really sorry!"

"Dear, do you think I can leave you alone and escape? No, I can't do it. Even if I go to hell, I will accompany you and I will stay. You know, I have a lot of strength. Maybe I can kill a few monsters, right?" Aunt Angel, who has gained weight and changed shape, hugged her husband tightly and said firmly. She didn't know how tall she was when she said these words.

"Sorry, my dear, although I'm sorry, I'm very happy that you can accompany me for the rest of your life." The old couple hugged each other, tears from everyone around them flowed out involuntarily. They bid farewell to their daughter, kissed her hard on her face, and resolutely turned around and walked down the escalator.

"salute……"

The Chinese Empire naval soldiers guarding the escalator sincerely saluted the couple, saying that they respected the glorious human nature possessed by humans in desperate situations and their calm attitude towards death.

"I'll go down too, I can fight monsters! I don't have a smart brain and don't think I will make any contribution to humans in the future. Killing a few monsters may be possible!"

A young white young man also made a choice. He bid farewell to his family and got off the boat without looking back.

More and more people have made choices, and the people who are conscious of the older are slowly retreating. Their meaning is very clear, which is to give the children the hope of giving birth.

There was a melodious sound of the piano from somewhere, and the familiar folk melody blew through everyone's hearts like a breeze, and more and more people walked off the transport ship.

The word "timidity" seems to have disappeared at this moment. No one cares about the coming fate. All they care about is the hope on the two hundred transport ships in front of them, their hopes for the future...

Because there is no adult man on the two hundred transport ships except the staff, only children, children...

Maybe this is a "miracle"...
Chapter completed!