Wenbin Base's refusal to send troops and its silence left Xu Xin deeply dissatisfied. But every base had autonomy; that was the rule of the Apocalypse Era. He could not force those teams resisting the zombies to withdraw and join the alliance army. Not only would that provoke resentment among Wenbin Base's survivors, it might also tarnish the Northern Alliance Army's reputation, which would be highly detrimental to their later plans.
Time and various constraints also left Xu Xin with no spare time to discuss sensitive and in-depth matters with Sun Wenbin. Early the next morning, he could only hurriedly depart with the supplies handed over by Wenbin Base, leading fifty thousand men away.
Only after finally seeing those fifty thousand people off did Sun Wenbin truly breathe a sigh of relief. He then ordered the base sealed off, instructing everyone to hold their ground during the war and not participate in any battles.
Regardless of this war's outcome, Wenbin Base had at least defended its own territory and protected tens of thousands of survivors. No matter which side won, Sun Wenbin might not earn any merit, but he certainly would not be blamed either.
This conservative approach was also adopted by many bases. Xu Xin ran into one obstacle after another along the way, and the alliance army's numbers grew extremely slowly. By the time a month had passed and they were nearly at the border, they had gathered fewer than eighty thousand people.
"Stop. Set up camp here and send out the Reconnaissance Team to scout the way ahead." The closer Xu Xin got to the border, the more cautious he became.
Eighty thousand people set up camp together in a small valley not far north of the border, quietly awaiting news from the reconnaissance team ahead.
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