"Defend our home!"
"Never retreat!"
On West Continent Island, there is no shortage of brave souls who, with earth-shaking roars, express their determination to defend their home.
The elderly Island Master signaled for everyone to quiet down, his tone shifting as he sighed.
"The enemy is strong. Although we have the resolve to defend our home to the death, we can't leave ourselves without any fallback. As the old saying goes, 'As long as the green hills last, there'll never lack for firewood.' Our West Continent Island mustn't be left without a future!"
The Island Master sighed and said, "Therefore, while we prepare to fight the enemy to the end, we must also make some preparations for retreat."
His words were rational and convincing. The Island Master held extraordinary authority on West Continent Island; no one would refute what came from his mouth.
"Island Master, if we are to evacuate, then where should we go?"
Someone asked.
