Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1101 - 447: The Captains’ Thoughts

At the Yunquan Temple Military Base in Meishan.

Within the military dormitories, a multitude of captains and their subordinates have been provisionally housed here.

Inside a room located on the fourth floor of Dormitory No.3.

Li Chongming, Zhou Wanxi, Meng Qin, and Xiao Mingtian found themselves assigned to share this single space.

Right now, sleep eluded all of them.

Outside, thunder boomed fiercely while torrential rain cascaded relentlessly.

Much like the turmoil churning within their minds, peace seemed impossible to attain.

Earlier today, upon arriving at Yangshan Port and witnessing the impressive array of Zhao Kai and his group, the true magnitude of the Yangshan Shelter—as touted by Liang Yuan—dawned on them in full force.

This realization hit hardest when they spotted the assortment of vessels of different sizes anchored along the waterways flanking the port. True, none matched the grandeur of their own freighters, yet the key detail was their pristine, almost brand-new appearance!

What could this possibly indicate?

It revealed that Yangshan possessed its very own shipbuilding prowess!

Additionally, the attire and footwear donned by those individuals hardly resembled the ragged gear of apocalypse survivors.

Their outfits and shoes appeared spotless, as if routinely laundered and refreshed.

Such luxury remained a distant dream for captains long tormented by severe shortages.

On top of that, both the towering mountain strongholds and this present military outpost sent a unified signal their way.

The Yangshan Shelter stood as a bastion of strength rivaling even the mighty Mist City!

"Chongming, are you asleep?"

Zhou Wanxi at last gave in to his urge and posed the question.

"What is it?"

From the bunk overhead Li Chongming's, a gravelly voice responded.

Evidently, rest had evaded him too.

Zhou Wanxi inquired, "We've spent a full day in this place already. What's your take on it?"

After a brief pause, Li Chongming murmured, "I'm sticking with Mr. Liang."

Zhou Wanxi arched a brow in surprise and pressed, "And what's really on your mind?"

"Haha, what's left to discuss? Our fates rest entirely in Mr. Liang's grasp; options aren't exactly abundant."

"That said, even if alternatives existed, I'd pledge myself to them in a heartbeat. Just glance at Yangshan's setup and how comfortably the locals live."

"No shelter I've encountered comes close to this one!"

Li Chongming's candid assessment left Zhou Wanxi momentarily stunned; he hadn't anticipated such glowing praise for the Yangshan Shelter from him.

He ventured, "You truly believe this surpasses even Guangfu?"

Comparing it to Mist City was out of the question for him.

No contest there; Mist City boasted undeniable appeal, yet its overseer, Chang Yuntao, proved a dismal letdown.

Despite overseeing the expansive Mist City, he squandered efforts on blocking outsiders from the island rather than fostering growth.

In Yangshan, however, doors stood wide open to all. At minimum, the sheer number of inhabitants here dwarfed Mist City's populace.

Li Chongming offered no reply, but Meng Qin interjected from his adjacent bunk.

His tone carried a sardonic edge: "Haha, you actually view Guangfu as some paradise?"

"Guangfu's landscape teems with tangled powers and sects; survival demands allegiance to one."

"Once enlisted in a sect, exploitation awaits as they relentlessly drive you to hunt genetic species and fulfill grueling tasks."

"I haven't witnessed any sect there pouring real effort into farming; the casualties from battles rival those claimed by mutant beasts on a daily basis."

Meng Qin's revelations stunned Zhou Wanxi, Li Chongming, and even the usually quiet Xiao Mingtian.

No one had foreseen such candid criticism from Meng Qin, a member of the Spiritual Ability Sect.

Zhou Wanxi probed further: "But aren't you part of the Spiritual Ability Sect? Is the reality there truly that severe?"

Meng Qin responded coolly: "It's far worse than your wildest guesses."

"Yangshan may lack a Floating Island and could confront future flood threats, but judging by Mr. Liang's visionary strategies, he grasps the bigger picture better than Guangfu's rulers ever could."

"For starters, Mr. Liang has steered Yangshan with remarkable success. Should he command a Floating Island, his talents would surely eclipse the dominance of Guangfu's Three Great Sects."

Meng Qin's words stemmed from genuine conviction, free of any sycophantic intent toward Liang Yuan.

As a former insider of the Spiritual Ability Sect, his insights into Guangfu's chaos ran deep.

Life in Yangshan for its dwellers contrasted sharply with the plight of Guangfu's beleaguered survivors.

Yangshan's folk brimmed with vigor, their expressions alight with optimism and eagerness for what lay ahead.

Guangfu's people, conversely, wallowed in despair, pinning fragile hopes on the illusory gods peddled by the Three Great Sects.

Those Three Great Sects wielded famine as their tool of domination.

They withheld true sustenance and comfort from followers, dooming them to perpetual hunger that bred dependence and thankfulness for meager handouts.

A simple ration sufficed to secure unwavering devotion, all at negligible expense.

Yangshan flipped this script entirely, ensuring every soul enjoyed ample food and decent garb, with purposeful tasks filling their days and fueling collective progress.

Two worlds apart in every sense.

Mr. Liang eschewed the cultish indoctrination typical of sects to bind his people.

Through tangible deeds alone, he forged unbreakable loyalty to Yangshan among all.

A masterstroke of leadership, without question.

Abruptly, Xiao Mingtian piped up from the facing bunk: "All this talk amounts to nothing. Recall what Minister Zhao announced today? As fresh arrivals in Yangshan, we're bound by their customs to toil for a full month."

"Once that labor stint concludes, no chains on our freedom remain, and we'll wander the mountains at will."

"That's when we can personally gauge the shelter's true progress, right?"