After the emergency evacuation order was issued from above, the time each region took varied, but all of them carried it out with utmost urgency and determination.
Viewed from the sky, Huaxia's land was filled with groups upon groups of marching lines, like columns of ants emerging from their nests, forming orderly ranks as they headed into the mountains.
There was no unrest throughout the entire process.
Foreign media outlets had hoped to capture scenes of turmoil breaking out in Huaxia.
Yet after arriving, all they filmed were people lining up to board vehicles before the convoys set off.
Even when minor accidents occurred, such as someone falling behind, they were dealt with swiftly.
Even if an accident happened on the road, the vehicles involved were moved aside first to prevent traffic jams.
Watching this, the reporters felt somewhat numb. Had the people of Huaxia all received some sort of special training?
Otherwise, how could they cooperate so seamlessly?
Something like this would never happen in their own countries.
Watching what was unfolding before them, they kept feeling as though these people were putting on a show for them.
But getting all of Huaxia to put on an act for them was simply too absurd.
"If no disaster happens, all of Huaxia will become a laughingstock."
Everyone fell silent as they watched.
From their perspective, Huaxia's ability to mobilize and execute orders was utterly staggering.
But the question was, would the apocalypse really come?
Even if there were no apocalypse, as long as several places in Huaxia suffered large-scale disasters, Huaxia's actions this time would not be a humiliation.
After all, no matter what, they had indeed saved countless lives.
The problem was, would disasters really occur?
What happened at First Line Village looked like an accident no matter how