Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 454: Formal Evacuation: The Sigh of Leaving Homeland

At the Beihai Port in Taizhou, South China, the sea breeze with its salty and humid breath blew along the shore. With the help of his eldest son Huang Changyao, Huang Guangtai slowly boarded the Fuso transport ship docked at the port. His face no longer had the dignity and pride of the past, but was replaced by fatigue and vicissitudes. The traces of time were deeply engraved on his face, as if telling of the hardships and difficulties he had experienced over the years.

At the dock, 200,000 soldiers from the Southern Government began to board the ship under the supervision of the supervision team. Most of them had blank expressions, their eyes full of confusion and uncertainty. They mechanically followed the team on the dock, like a group of puppets without souls.

Among these soldiers, there are some young people who have not yet started a family. Their faces still retain their immaturity and childishness, but now they have to face an unknown future. Their eyes are full of confusion and fear, not knowing where they will go and what fate they will face.

Other soldiers with families were more resistant. They were unwilling to follow Huang Guangtai in the evacuation. Once they went to Liuwan Island, they didn't know when they could return to their homeland. They were filled with nostalgia and reluctance for their hometown and relatives. Every time they looked back at the familiar land, they seemed to hear the calls of their relatives and hometown.

Some of the soldiers even had fierce physical conflicts with the supervision team.

At this time, Huang Guangtai's second son Huang Changfeng hurried to the place where the riot occurred. He was wearing a neat military uniform, with a dignified and decisive look on his face. He picked up the loudspeaker and shouted loudly: "Whoever dares to cause trouble again will be executed on the spot!"

His voice echoed over the dock, like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of every soldier. They all stopped and looked at Huang Changfeng, their expressions becoming complicated.

Huang Changfeng continued, "I know you don't want to leave the mainland. I was born and raised in Taizhou, and I know how you feel about not being able to leave your homeland. But now our Southern Government has reached a precarious moment, and we have no other choice."

His voice was full of helplessness and heaviness, but it also revealed a hint of firmness and determination. The soldiers listened to his words, and the resistance and dissatisfaction in their hearts seemed to subside a little.

Huang Changfeng continued, "Anyone who is willing to leave with us will be given 300 yuan as resettlement allowance. We will also mobilize our own forces and find a way to take your family away!"

This sentence was like a ray of light that illuminated the hearts of the soldiers. They began to discuss, and although they were still reluctant and hesitant, they seemed to feel a little relieved when they thought about getting a large sum of resettlement money and having the opportunity to take their families with them.

Finally, under the persuasion of Huang Changfeng and the supervision team, the soldiers boarded the transport ship one after another. With mixed feelings and uncertainty about the future, they embarked on the journey to Liuwan Island.

Huang Guangtai, the former president of the South, was standing on the deck of a transport ship. The sea breeze blew in his face with a salty smell, blowing his gray hair and clothes. His wife Song Yuanqing, who was beside him, held his arm tightly, as if she wanted to use her own strength to give him some comfort and support.

After more than a day of intense and orderly boarding and evacuation, 200,000 soldiers have lined up neatly in the cabin, and the large amount of cash and treasure they carried has been carefully moved onto the ship. Huang Guangtai's eyes slowly swept over everything on the shore. Those familiar buildings, streets and mountains seemed to be bidding him farewell. A trace of reluctance and nostalgia flashed in his eyes, as if he wanted to imprint every detail of this place into his heart.

"I never thought that I, Huang Guangtai, would be forced to leave my hometown and live in a completely unfamiliar land at the age of 60." Huang Guangtai's voice was trembling and choking, and his voice drifted in the wind, looking particularly desolate. He slowly turned around and looked at the sea in the distance, with a complicated expression on his face.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqing comforted him softly, "Even if we go to Liuwan Island, there may be a chance for us to make a comeback. We still have 200,000 elite troops. Perhaps going to a new place will be the beginning of hope." There was a hint of firmness and encouragement in her words, trying to instill some confidence and courage in Huang Guangtai.

However, Song Yuanqing's words did not comfort Huang Guangtai. He shook his head gently and sighed, "Yuanqing, you don't know. This land, the land I once fought for and shed blood for, is now going to be a place I can never return to. I feel ashamed of my colleagues in the South, my ancestors in the South, and even more so of my ancestors in the Huang family!"

His voice was filled with endless emotion and sadness, as if telling the end of an era and the helplessness of a hero. Song Yuanqing listened silently, knowing that what Huang Guangtai needed at the moment was not comfort and encouragement, but understanding and companionship. She gently snuggled up to him, looking out at the sea in the distance, as if silently bidding farewell to the land that once belonged to them.

On the deck, the sea breeze whistled, and the waves hit the hull, making bursts of roars. Huang Guangtai stood at the bow, looking into the distance, as if recalling the past glory and honor. At this time, Watanabe Haraharu came over with a general in Fuso Navy uniform, breaking the moment of tranquility.

Watanabe Haraharu approached Huang Guangtai with a look of respect and alienation on his face. He said, "President Huang, this is the deputy commander of our Asian Sea Fleet, General Fujiwara Takusai." As he spoke, he turned sideways to make way for Fujiwara Takusai behind him.

Fujiwara Takusai was of medium height, sturdy, with a wisp of moustache, and looked capable and stern. The contempt and arrogance on his face were more obvious in the sun, as if it was a sense of superiority engraved in his bones. He spoke to Huang Guangtai in his half-baked Chinese: "President Huang, I have heard of your name for a long time!" There was a hint of provocation and sarcasm in his voice, as if he was deliberately provoking Huang Guangtai's bottom line.

Huang Guangtai keenly sensed the contempt hidden deep in Fujiwara Takusai's eyes. That look was like an invisible blade that pierced his heart. He was originally the president of the high and mighty Southern Government, enjoying supreme power, but at this moment, on this Fuso transport ship, he felt unprecedented humiliation and helplessness.

He knew very well that from the moment he officially stepped on this ship, his fate might have changed drastically. In the eyes of the Japanese, he might have become a pet dog, a poor creature used to deal with Beijiang and Su Zhengyang. His image might have been reduced from a high-ranking president to a stray dog ​​who was defeated miserably by Beijiang and could only flee to Liuwan.

This huge gap made Huang Guangtai's emotions extremely complicated. He felt angry and unwilling, helpless and sad.

He knew that he no longer had any choice but to silently endure the humiliation and pain, hoping that one day he would be able to rise again and wash away today's shame.

One day, I will come back and restore the glory of the South on this land! Huang Guangtai secretly made up his mind.