Chapter 475: Digging a Pit for Her to Jump Into
Chapter 475: Digging a Pit for Her to Jump Into
Hengheng stands beside Yun Tao, watching the people cry outside the window. At such a young age, he has already witnessed many farewells like this. Just like An Ran, he has grown used to it.
Zhao Ru and Liang Ziyu carry Wang Wei into the room. As they pass, An Ran looks over—Wang Wei appears awake, resting his chin on a board, eyes open, deep in thought.
Xu Lier, who had been hiding in the truck bed, has long since disappeared. Like a rat, she sneaks away without a word.
The mourning lasts the entire afternoon. At night, Tang Jianjun’s ashes are handed to Tang Siluo.
Luo Feifan returns to Zhan Lian’s side and fills him in.
Given Tang Siluo’s current breakdown, she’s in no state to command a mission against the Mutant Flower. They will have to wait and see how her condition evolves.
Tang Jianjun once led over a thousand soldiers. From Tiesi Village to here, the journey has whittled their numbers down to about a hundred. The biggest losses didn’t occur in battle—but after entering Xiangcheng, where many were consumed by the giant Mutant Flower. Of those remaining, almost all have awakened abilities—mostly strength-type, some elemental, and a few special ones. These are all battle-hardened soldiers, and if properly commanded, a powerful force.
However, these soldiers had been loyal to Tang Jianjun. Now that he’s gone, their allegiance passes to Tang Siluo. Most will likely still obey her. But Lei Jiang, with his silver tongue, is now Tang Siluo’s closest ally. Zhang Boxun, who once held some authority, is now thoroughly hated by Tang Siluo.
Thus, internal tensions are inevitable and will drag on endlessly.
As for the survivors—the old, weak, women, and children—Tang Jianjun always protected them with all his might. He truly is a leader willing to lay down his life for them.
No wonder they can’t bear to see him go. There have been few casualties among the weak during their journey, and now around 500 remain in the community.
Five hundred people. An Ran silently calculates. Tang Jianjun had dug a pit and was pushing her in.
All the combat strength he leaves to his daughter—all the burdens, he leaves to An Ran. If that’s not digging a pit, what is?
As An Ran contemplates whether to slip away with Doll, a noise stirs outside the window.
She stands up and tells Little Mint to keep an eye on Doll rolling on the couch. Then she walks over to the window.
It’s already dark. Zhan Lian has chosen a room on the ground floor. Outside the window used to be a green belt, now turned to stone by Lei Jiang. Dead trees fill the cracks between the stones.
Beyond the stone belt, the old, weak, women and children gather quietly outside the window.
“What are they doing?” An Ran widens her eyes. Under the moonlight, she sees them—pregnant women, elderly folks, mothers holding babies. Some of the children are born after the apocalypse, even smaller than infants.