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Tents lined both sides of the road. The military kept order, and watchtowers and bunkers stood everywhere.
Countless children ran excitedly around the tents, watching the cars passing on the road from afar, their faces innocent and curious.
Seeing Chen Shouyi look toward the refugee camp in the distance, Li Wenwu asked, "All these people have already broken free of their faith. Have you noticed anything?"
Chen Shouyi glanced to either side, then looked away and shook his head. "No!"
Li Wenwu shot him a glance, held back for a while, but finally couldn't help asking:
"You can tell just by looking?"
It was only a hundred-odd thousand people.
Chen Shouyi thought to himself.
Even without looking, he could sense it through instinct alone.
Chen Shouyi had no intention of answering such a childish question, as simple as asking what one plus one was. He changed the subject. "Is the food supplied by the multinational forces?"
"Some of it. For now, this is the only way. If we don't provide food, they'll go somewhere else, and we won't be able to manage them at all. Yanzhou's infrastructure is too poor."
After speaking, Li Wenwu paused, then pressed on with his question. "You still haven't answered me."
Not getting an answer made him itch like a cat.
"I can!" Chen Shouyi said helplessly, and finally answered.
Li Wenwu was satisfied at last, and fell even quieter.
Why was the gap between people so huge?
After the jeep passed through a heavily guarded checkpoint,
it soon entered the small city where the command headquarters was located. The place was in ruins. Bullet marks remained on the walls, and rubbish littered the ground. A gust of wind blew up a cloud of dust.
Quite a few Yanzhou natives lived here too,