In a chaotic world of infrastructure development, a woman's path to survival after being reborn

There were quite a few refugees gathered at the exit, and they looked menacing, so the soldiers tacitly gripped their blades tightly, not daring to relax for a moment.

Seeing the starving eyes of the disaster victims, many people in the group were frightened, especially some timid women who sat on the vehicle with their heads down cautiously, not daring to glance out.

The procession descended the mountain in a grand manner, which naturally caught the attention of the disaster victims waiting at the mountain pass. They stared intently at each person in the procession, their eyes constantly glancing at them.

The undisguised stares of the disaster victims made everyone in the group extremely nervous. They had no doubt that if it weren't for the soldiers standing guard outside the vehicle with knives drawn, these people would have rushed up at any moment.

Perhaps realizing they were not to be trifled with, the disaster victims did not attack immediately. Instead, they pretended to kneel down to gain sympathy, and then secretly observed them, like wolves that had been starving for a long time, waiting for them to show a cowardly appearance before swarming in.

Zhao Zexuan had anticipated this situation, so he had his soldiers display their weapons early on to intimidate the disaster victims.

Zhao Zexuan led the way and had already reached the foot of the mountain. He stopped when he was about seven or eight meters away from the disaster victims, frowning as he looked at the kneeling victims in front of him.

Perhaps anticipating that this group of people was not to be trifled with, some of the disaster victims immediately stepped forward and pleaded, "Sirs, please have mercy and save us! We haven't eaten for days, and we'll starve to death if we don't eat soon."

Upon hearing this, the other disaster victims who were lying on the ground too weak to stand up also moved their bodies, trying to look up ahead with an astonishing light in their eyes. They looked at each person in the group as if they were looking at a lifeline.

Such gazes were unbearable to look at. They were indeed pitiful, but even so, the soldiers present, including every villager sitting in the vehicle, did not soften their hearts, because everyone knew that once they softened their hearts, the consequences would be irreversible.

Hearing the disaster victims' pleas for mercy, Zhao Zexuan remained unmoved, staring solemnly ahead. His attitude was clear: they did not have that much compassion.

Zhao Zexuan didn't speak, but the menacing aura emanating from the soldiers behind him grew even stronger. It was obvious what they meant by that attitude. Upon seeing this, the refugees who had been pleading and crying just moments before immediately became fierce, staring intently at the group. Some even cursed, "These people clearly have food but are unwilling to give any of it to save us. They've lost all conscience! They deserve to die! Why should we be polite to them? Let's just attack and take the food back!"

"Take back the grain!" More and more disaster victims were roused, their emotions running high. The next second, some disaster victims rushed into the line, but before they could get close, they were killed by Zhao Zexuan, who was sitting on his horse.

Zhao Zexuan and his men had been on the battlefield, and their air of menace was palpable. They were less merciful and more resolute than ordinary refugees.

Their swords and knives never stopped, and one after another, the refugees who rushed forward fell into pools of blood.

This brutal act greatly shocked the disaster victims behind them. They saw that the people at the front had their throats slit before they could even get close to the group, and they all took a step back in fear, hesitating and not daring to go forward again.

These disaster victims were a temporary group, their hearts were scattered, and they were not united. So when they saw Zhao Zexuan and his group directly killing people, they were so frightened that they dared not take another step forward.

The purpose of wanting food is to survive, but now that they can neither get food nor risk their lives, no one is foolish enough to continue forward, though they are unwilling to disperse.

No one dared to step forward, so Zhao Zexuan and the others stopped what they were doing, raised their blood-stained broadswords high, and stared intently at the terrified victims.

"We have no food. If we want to find food, we need to find other ways. If you still want to take it by hand, then we won't hold back with our knives!" Wang Cong shouted to the disaster victims in front of him who were holding on and refusing to give up.

Upon hearing this, many disaster victims exchanged glances, terrified yet unwilling to give up, resulting in a stalemate.

Zhao Zexuan saw the hesitation in the eyes of the disaster victims and understood their mentality. He immediately ordered the team to continue forward and said to the soldiers behind him, "Keep moving forward. If you encounter anyone who is blind and tries to take advantage of the situation, don't be polite and take action."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers behind him shouted loudly, "Yes, General!"

The soldiers, having eaten their fill, were naturally different in spirit from the starving refugees. Their vigor and imposing presence caused the already timid refugees to involuntarily take a few steps back.

Riding his horse, Zhao Zexuan and the general beside him continued forward, and the procession followed. It could be seen that with each step the procession took forward, the disaster victims would retreat one step, one step back, step by step.

Su Li sat in the car and saw the whole scene through the gaps in the carriage. She saw Zhao Zexuan and the others' decisiveness, and she also saw the disaster victims who had their throats slit and were lying in pools of blood. She understood the conflict clearly.

The smell of blood outside was so strong that Su Li could smell it clearly even while sitting in the car. She had clearly seen the one-sided confrontation just now, but she didn't dare to look for too long, so she only glanced at it before lowering her head. She didn't think Zhao Zexuan and the others had done anything wrong; she was just glad that she wasn't one of those disaster victims.

Everyone is trying to survive, and no one is wrong. Putting herself in Su Li's shoes, if she were one of the disaster victims, without the support of her space, starving to death, and encountering such a lifeline, wouldn't she desperately grab onto it?

Without a doubt, the answer is yes—she will desperately grasp at this lifeline, no matter how difficult it may be.

People are selfish and want to live. The refugees wanted to live, so naturally everyone in the group wanted to live. Therefore, everyone chose to ignore the hopeful eyes of the refugees.

The atmosphere outside was tense. At this moment, the adults and children in the group dared not utter a sound. They silently watched the group move forward step by step, and the light in their eyes slowly disappeared as they watched the disaster victims lying on the ground, barely alive.

Perhaps deterred by what had just happened, the gathered disaster victims dared not easily block the procession. As the procession moved forward, they kept retreating until they eventually retreated to both sides.

Knowing that the atmosphere outside was tense, Su Li didn't dare to utter a sound while sitting in the car. She stopped looking outside and just stayed quietly.

"Madam, please be seated!" Mo Bei's voice came from outside.

Upon hearing this, Su Li immediately agreed, "Okay."