In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

Time: Day 5 of the apocalypse countdown.

"They're insane... God, they're absolutely insane..."

The CNN helicopter reporter looked down at the "steel torrent" stretching for hundreds of kilometers and cried out "God" a hundred times.

"They actually started moving? A mass migration of hundreds of millions of people? And there haven't been any stampedes or riots? How is that possible?!"

The footage was transmitted back to the West.

The Champs-Élysées in Paris is on fire.

It wasn't because of the withdrawal, but because of "zero-dollar purchases".

Rioters stormed into the supermarket, not to steal water and bread, but to steal large-screen TVs and LV bags.

Gunshots rang out like firecrackers in every block, and instead of maintaining order, the police joined in the looting.

"Liars! Our government is a liar!"

"Why do the Great Xia people have underground cities? Why can only the rich live here? Are all our tax money used to feed dogs?!"

……

Across the ocean, in the Pentagon's strategic command center.

The atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating. A group of high-ranking Western officials, some holding military titles, stared intently at the satellite heat map on their screens.

What was originally a deep red representing congestion and chaos has now transformed into thick, uniformly flowing lines.

"No riots? No looting? Not even traffic jams?!"

A general, his knuckles white as he gripped his coffee cup, exclaimed incredulously, "Those are 1.4 billion people! Not 1.4 billion ants! God, are they all machines?!"

"Reporting to the General!"

The intelligence officer's voice trembled. "According to high-resolution images transmitted from reconnaissance satellites, all highways within the Great Xia territory are under full traffic control. Private cars are all merging into the three lanes on the right, and the leftmost lane... is empty."

"Empty? Are they crazy? Leaving a lane empty at a time like this?"

"That's... a lifeline." The intelligence officer pulled up a snapshot.

The image is blurry, but clear enough to see clearly.

On that empty left lane, only dark green military vehicles were speeding along at full speed.

If a private car breaks down, a military vehicle will immediately stop, and soldiers will jump out. Without even using a jack, a few people will shout in unison and push the car directly off the road, ensuring that not a single screw will hinder the advance of the main force.

The Western general slumped in his chair, turning his head to look at the towering flames over Washington, D.C. outside the window, feeling a burning pain in his cheeks.

The clown was me.

Inside the White House, the president looked at the massive traffic that seemed to illuminate the night, and the greed in his eyes finally turned into deep despair and envy.

"Why?!"

He grabbed his hair and roared hysterically, "Why aren't they in chaos?! It's already incredibly difficult for 20 million people to get underground, how dare they cramm 1.4 billion people underground?!"

"Mr. President..."

The chief of staff was deathly pale: "Let's retreat too. The mob is out of control; any later and we won't even be able to preserve any elite forces."

……

Kunlun Mountain, Peach Blossom Spring Base No. 1, Special Grade Medical Room.

The electrocardiogram monitor emitted a monotonous "beep, beep" sound.

Su Ran suddenly opened her eyes, her vision instantly focusing from blurry.

The tearing sensation of my brain being drained was still throbbing, like countless dull knives sawing at my nerves.

He instinctively tried to get up, but a rough, large hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Don't move."

Li Guodong's eyes were bloodshot, and he hadn't shaved his stubble for two days.

He looked at Su Ran, his tone revealing undisguised lingering fear: "You were unconscious for twenty-six hours. The doctor said you were mentally exhausted. If it weren't for your unusually strong physical indicators, you would be in a vegetative state by now."

"Twenty-six hours..."

Su Ran ripped the IV tube off the back of her hand, rolled over, and got out of bed: "What time is it now? How far along is the migration? Is there any chaos at the border?"

Right now, all he could think about was the mission; after all, he was racing against death.

Li Guodong looked at this reckless young man, sighed helplessly, and pressed the holographic projection button on the bedside table.

"Today is day 5 of the countdown. See for yourself."

hum.

A huge blue light screen unfolded in the ward, displaying a real-time dynamic map of the entire Great Xia territory.

This picture made even someone like Su Ran, who was used to seeing the hellish world of the apocalypse, hold his breath for a moment.

There was no red alert as expected, no black flashing lights indicating riots.

The entire map consisted of only countless blindingly bright golden lines.

Those are high-speed rail, highways, national roads, and even rural dirt roads.

They are like pulsating blood vessels, continuously transporting the blood of the 9.6 million square kilometers of Great Xia to the twelve "hearts" in the west.

"This..." Su Ran's voice was hoarse.

"This is a miracle."

Li Guodong's voice trembled with pride, "Su Ran, you still underestimate our people."

……

The camera zooms in, focusing on the Beijing-Hong Kong-Macau Expressway.

This is a river worthy of being recorded in the annals of human civilization.

The highways, which used to be completely congested, now present a strange and shocking order.

The three lanes on the right are the "lifeline".

The military trucks and buses stretched as far as the eye could see, lined up end to end, with the distance between them precisely maintained at five meters.

The vehicle carried the elderly, children, pregnant women, and sophisticated instruments crucial to the restart of civilization.

No one cut in line, no one honked their horn, and no one even threw a cigarette butt out the window.

Only silence.

Dead silence.

The people in every car had solemn expressions; they knew that this journey might be their last farewell to their homeland.

A black sedan suddenly had a tire blowout and came to a stop in the middle of the road.

The driver of the car behind did not get out to hurl insults.

Just ten seconds.

Seven or eight strong men came down from behind, and without saying a word, they shouted in unison and lifted the car with the flat tire into the roadside bushes with their bare hands, even though the car owner was shouting anxiously, "My belongings are still up there."

"As long as we're alive, that's enough! There are supplies in the dungeon!"

A shirtless man yelled and turned to get into his Wuling Hongguang minivan.

The traffic continued to flow.

"What about the railways?" Su Ran asked, turning her head.

Screen switch.

Yuhu High-speed Railway Line.

This was a hysterical frenzy.

In pursuit of maximum capacity, all seats were removed. The carriages were crammed with people like sardines in a can, everyone had to stand, people were packed tightly together.

What used to be a four-hour drive now takes six hours due to overloading.

But inside the carriage, no one complained about the crowding, and no one fought for a seat.

A young mother, holding her baby, was so weak she could barely stand and was swaying precariously.

"Hey girl, step on my foot."

An elderly man with a full head of white hair stretched out his foot, a pair of feet wearing old cloth shoes. "Take a good step. This old man's legs used to run across snow-capped mountains and grasslands. They're still strong."

The baby woke up and was about to cry.

A dozen or so people around the child reached out at the same time; some offered a piece of candy, some made funny faces, and some gently patted the child's back.

Everyone was conveying the same message through their eyes:

Don't cry.

Don't be afraid.

We are going home.

……

"As of one hour ago, the first batch of 3 million people in the secondary core area have all safely moved into the underground city."

Li Guodong pointed to the data, his eyes slightly red: "The second batch of 5 million people is on its way. They are expected to arrive within 48 hours."

Su Ran took a deep breath, the surging emotions in her chest unable to subside for a long time.

In his previous life, he survived for ten years in the apocalypse, witnessing firsthand the baseness and selfishness of humanity.

Father and son turned against each other over half a bottle of water, and husband and wife killed each other.

He believed that this evacuation would inevitably be accompanied by bloodshed and riots.

But he forgot.

This is Daxia.

This nation has a gene called "family and country" etched into its very bones.

They usually seem carefree, prone to internal struggles, and fond of complaining, but once the sky really falls, they will instantly huddle together like a ball of fire, burning through this damned heaven.