During their childhood on Sakhalin Island, the immigrants hid in their houses and feared that soldiers all over the streets would rush in and burn, kill, and loot them.

Now they are all scared and want to escape. The way to the sea has been blocked and they can't escape at all.

I can only hide at home and wait for the judgment of fate.

What surprised them was that since the last bloody conflict, the soldiers had become quiet and even made no mistakes.

They even wondered if the government had started to exert pressure, and they felt pressured so they temporarily stopped taking action.

On some small days, immigrants cautiously take to the streets to test their presence, and the soldiers patrolling the streets pretend they don't exist.

After confirming that it was truly safe, they felt relieved.

Little did they know that a virus had quietly begun to spread among immigrants in their early days.

The Okamoto family are new immigrants to Sakhalin Island, and they are considered to be members of the first batch of "land reclamation groups" organized by the Xiaozhi government.

I originally wanted to participate in the last parade, but I drank too much the day before and stayed awake, so I escaped.

"Honey, how is the street?"

When his wife saw Okamoto coming back from outside, she quickly asked in a low voice.

There is no food at home. Okamoto just went out to buy some, otherwise he would starve to death.

Fortunately, the people on the island were not exterminated. Businessmen from Java quickly occupied the vacancies in all walks of life, and became orderly in a short period of time.

One thing is that these people don't accept rubles and yen, and they are as hungry as they don't have dollars.

Fortunately, immigrants had more or less US dollars when they were young.

"Fortunately, on the surface it looks no different from when Da Mao was here."

Okamoto pretended to be calm and smiled, comforting her, and handed the rice and vegetables he just bought to his wife.

"That's good, that's good! I haven't been able to sleep for the past few days, for fear that they would break in."

The wife patted the huge penis, which caused waves of waves.

He turned around and started washing rice and cooking, but he kept saying, "Husband, it's not an option if this continues. I think it's safer for us to go back to our childhood days."

Okamoto nodded when he heard this. It had been a few days since this incident. He hadn't received any calls from Xiaori, and he didn't even answer the call.

Just know that this matter is not as simple as imagined.

I also wanted to quit, and felt very uneasy staying here. During Mao's reign, he only showed his disgust towards himself and others.

But the soldiers he saw on the street today not only had disgust in their eyes, but also some murderous intent.

This is definitely not a place to stay for a long time!

"Well, I will go out tomorrow to inquire about the situation. If there is a ship on the beach, we will return to Hokkaido immediately."

As long as there is a boat, it takes less than a few hours to travel from southern Sakhalin to Hokkaido.

Fortunately, they still have the nationality of Xiaoli. For example, those who smuggled over a few years ago were in trouble. They do not have Da Mao nationality, and the nationality of Xiaoli has probably been cancelled.

The two couples didn't speak, each doing their own thing. After dinner, they went back to bed.

Mainly because there was no sleep and no other entertainment programs. The TV and Internet signals were cut off by the people on the island.

The next day, early in the morning.

Okamoto was awakened by his wife's scream and subconsciously scratched his face, "What are you screaming about so early in the morning?"

He paused with his hand, feeling itchy and painful on his face. He looked at his hand and saw that it was covered with white pus and bloodshot eyes.

"I...this is."

Okamoto stood up hurriedly and felt his wife rushing over.

Seeing that my wife's beautiful face was covered with white pustules, some of which had burst, leaving white pus mixed with blood, made me feel sick to my stomach.

"What...what is this?"

Okamoto ignored his wife and hurriedly came to the mirror. His face in front of the mirror was the same as his wife's.

The itching was so unbearable that Okamoto wanted to scratch his entire face, "Let's go...find a doctor!"

Okamoto took his wife and ran out of the house in a panic.

"Go back! Don't come out~"

As soon as I opened the door, I was threatened by soldiers wearing protective clothing and holding guns.

The two had no choice but to retreat home. Only then did Okamoto realize a serious problem, and his face immediately turned pale.

‘Could it be that...these people want to kill us with the plague. I heard... the last plague in Tokyo was intentionally transmitted by someone. ’

The rumors he heard a few years ago echoed in Okamoto's mind.

Do these people want to eliminate us using the same method they used to eliminate the Chinese in the early days 80 years ago?

The more Okamoto thought about it, the more he felt it was possible!

Although the Xiaori government does not admit the crimes committed in China, in fact the people of Xiaori still know this period of history, they just never admit it.

"Husband...what should we do?"

Okamoto gritted his teeth, he had to find a way to escape, otherwise this island would be a huge "Auschwitz Concentration Camp".

"Take all your valuables and we'll go to the dock at night to find a chance!"

You will definitely die here, but you might be able to survive if you go to the dock.

The two endured the itching until the early hours of the night.

Fortunately, there were no Chinese soldiers patrolling along the way, and it took nearly two hours to reach the dock without any danger.

The pier was dark, but when I got closer, I saw some people crowded together and grabbing something.

Undoubtedly, these people were infected with the plague just like them, and what they robbed was a few small wooden boats.

In fact, the small wooden boats were deliberately left by the New World to allow these people to leave Sakhalin Island by boat. Of course, there were only a few boats.

Taking advantage of his tall stature, Okamoto squeezed in directly with his wife. He couldn't care about anything else now, it was more important to escape.

Hundreds of people crowded around each other and rushed to grab a few small broken boats. At this time, the humanity of the small days was vividly displayed.

Some simply rely on their height to pull down thin men.

Some people even dragged old, weak, women and children off the boat and climbed aboard themselves.

"Bang bang bang~" gunfire sounded, and these people were even more crazy at this time. They knew that the Chinese soldiers were coming.

"Made, row quickly!"

"Let go, you bitch!"

"Break off her hand. They are holding the boat and we can't row it."

One by one, people began to act like animals and treat their fellow humans cruelly for the sake of their own lives.

Several small boats swayed away from the pier, and the soldiers did not pursue them. They received orders and only fired to scare these people.

As for the remaining little people, because they were afraid of being killed, they jumped into the cold sea water one by one and swam towards the south.

But their fate was already doomed. They would either freeze to death or drown due to exhaustion.

The entire Sakhalin Island seemed to be enveloped by this special plague. Almost all the young people were not spared. These people began to flock into the major ports in the southern part of Sakhalin Island with their families.

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