Lu Xiaobu stood at the forefront of the crowd, looking at the seven plaques without speaking, silently putting them away.
Gourd Island retreated to the side, and then people began to disembark from the Flying Boat one after another.
Some Flying Boats had more people disembark, while others had fewer people disembark.
Some had over a thousand, while the least had only eight or nine people coming down.
Liang Lan, with tear-swollen eyes, counted the people coming down one by one.
When counting the boats with many people, tears flowed uncontrollably. When counting the boats with few people, her body weakened, nearly slumping to the ground.
Ten, fifty, a hundred, a thousand!
Five thousand one hundred and twenty-three!
Of a hundred thousand, only five thousand one hundred and twenty-three remain!
Ninety-four thousand eight hundred and seventy-three disappeared!
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The people coming down from the Flying Boat each held a tray in their arms, with plaques laid on each tray.
