Crack... bang!!
The carriage's rear gate closed from outside. Someone patted the back of the truck and shouted for them to set off. Receiving the signal, the driver immediately started the engine.
With a rumble, the gray transport truck slowly began to move forward.
Holding Zhou Xiaoman in her arms, Sun Xiuying watched the scenery slide backward outside and the crowds waiting eagerly for the next convoy. It all felt like a dream.
The wheels rolled over gravel and potholes, making the carriage sway and jolt.
At that moment, an unprecedented peace hung over the carriage. It was as if all their past hardship had finally been rewarded, and many people began to sob quietly.
Moved by the mood around her, Zhou Xiaoman's eyes reddened. She raised her sallow little face and asked Sun Xiuying, "Mom, why are they crying?"
This truck was filled mostly with mothers carrying young children. The long journey had kept their nerves under intense strain, never allowing them to relax even slightly. Now that they could finally let go, their emotions poured out.
Sun Xiuying said nothing. She merely rubbed Zhou Xiaoman's head and held her tightly.
It was already nearing November, and a new Harsh Winter was about to arrive. The temperature had gradually begun to fall.
Winters in the Dark Age only ever grew colder.
The howling wind swept past their ears, lifting their loose hair.
After about five hours on the road, the old soldier in the driver's seat suddenly opened the observation hatch and called out to the women and children behind him.
There was an inexplicable pride and superiority in his voice. Toward these people relocated from the front lines, he carried the arrogance of someone from a big city.
For some reason, the environment throughout Jiangzhou had been improving