Twenty-five thousand people, it's definitely impossible to relocate them all at once. Split into five groups, and then have five Cold Resistance Level leaders escort them personally. That would solve the problem.
Detecting the enthusiasm in Luo Yuan's tone, Xia Chuan nodded with a light smile, which couldn't hide the happiness on his brow.
Counting Wushuang's more than twenty-five thousand people, along with the Beehive's thirty-three thousand, this wave of population surge for Great Xia would be unprecedented. The key is that during the few months since my brother Xia Hong left, we haven't been idle; the population has been steadily increasing the entire time.
"Once these two groups are all relocated back to Xia City, our total population in Great Xia will be roughly..."
"How can my Wushuang men allow themselves to be so violated? Have your spines been removed? I'm back, so what are you all afraid of? Everyone pick up your weapons and resist!"
