At this moment, hidden passages around the ground began to open, and children escorted by their parents started to emerge.
"Quick, get on the ship."
The soldiers present urged hastily, transferring over a million children in a short time was no easy task.
"Be good, go quickly."
"No, Mom, I don't want to go, I'm scared."
"Don't be scared, everything will be fine once you're on the ship. We'll come find you later."
A luxuriously dressed mother, holding back tears, gently stroked a little girl in a red dress, comforting her softly.
All around, countless middle-aged men and women were doing their best to soothe their children onto the ship. They were giving their only chance of survival to their offspring.
"After getting on the ship, take good care of your younger brother and sister. Without your father and mother, everything will depend on you."
"Father, I will."
...
Similar reluctant farewells played out one after another.
