The military caravan in charge of Village No. 7 stopped, and dozens of recruits and instructors quickly ran towards the village that had become a ruin. Some were responsible for searching for the location of the victims, some were responsible for digging and rescue, and some were responsible for setting up a temporary treatment station nearby...
Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner in a tense and heavy atmosphere.
Soon, someone carried the man who was kneeling on the ruins on his back and sent him to the treatment station while patiently asking about his condition. Another group of people quickly dug through the thick soil and began to search for his wife and parents.
The man stared at the scene blankly, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. This tough man in his thirties cried like a baby for the first time.
"Please... please, save them..."
"Don't worry." Zheng Zhong, who was carrying him on his back, said seriously, "This is our duty."
The other few caravans just passed by the village gate without stopping at all, and rushed towards other villages at a high speed.
There are seven more tragedies like Village No. 7 at the foot of Jinnan Mountain. Time does not allow them to stop for even a moment!
Sitting at the end of the caravan, Lin Qiye silently looked at the man who was crying loudly. As the vehicle moved away, his crying became quieter and quieter, and the outline of the ruins gradually disappeared in the rain.
Although he could no longer see it, the man's crying appearance seemed to be imprinted in Lin Qiye's heart, and he could not get rid of it for a long time... His heart seemed to be choked, and he felt indescribable pain.
There was dead silence inside the car.
"We're about to arrive at Village No. 5. After rescue team No. 5 gets off the bus, we'll leave the main force and drive directly into the mountains." Instructor Hong said, looking at the village that was looming in the distance.
The vehicle was getting closer and closer to Village No. 5. Compared with Village No. 7, it was much quieter here.
There was no crying man, and no survivors were seen anywhere. The heavy mud and rocks seemed to have buried all life, leaving only broken walls and ruins on the ground to tell a tragic story...
Inside the car, Lin Qiye could clearly feel that the other recruits’ fists were clenching tighter and tighter, their eyes fixed on the silent ruins, as if they could spit fire.
Before the caravan stopped, someone suddenly stood up from his seat and jumped out of the moving caravan. His figure appeared in the rain and rushed towards the ruins quickly.
"Daxia soldiers are here! Death retreat! The survivors will live!"
His voice echoed in the ruins in the rain. He didn't know who he was talking to, but he always felt that someone could hear him...
Hearing it is like seeing hope.
They are the hope of these people!
After one person jumped out, more people could no longer sit still. They clenched their fists and jumped off the car one after another. They gathered all their strength and ran towards the ruins, shouting:
"Daxia soldiers are here! Death retreat! The survivors will live!!"
"Daxia soldiers are here! Death retreat! Those who survive will live!!!"
"Daxia soldiers are here..."
One after another, the sound echoed in the ruins. The vehicle did not stop, but all the people who were supposed to support the village had already jumped out of the car.
The driving instructor seemed to be infected by the atmosphere as well. Seeing that everyone who needed to get off the carport had gotten off and only nine people were left, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The roaring engine sound sounded again and the vehicle began to speed towards the depths of Jinnan Mountain!
…
At the foot of Jinnan Mountain.
Temporary rescue headquarters.
In the simple military tent, the two instructors connected the satellite tracking equipment and were busy setting up an electronic communication network. Yuan Gang stood at the door of the tent with his hands behind his back, frowning and looking at the Jinnan Mountain in front of him that was submerged in the heavy rain, and remained silent.
"Commander, all rescue teams' communication equipment are connected." An instructor carefully debugged the equipment and spoke.
Due to heavy rain and mudslides, most of the nearby signal towers were damaged, and a satellite communication network had to be built to contact the rescue teams in the mountains.
"All rescue teams, report the situation." Yuan Gang said in a deep voice.
"Rescue Team No. 8 has arrived at the target village and has begun rescue operations."
"Rescue Team No. 7 has arrived at the target village and has begun rescue operations."
"number 6… "
"… "
"Rescue Team No. 1 has not yet arrived at the target village."
Instructor Hong's voice was finally heard from the communication equipment. Except for the three rescue teams No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 heading to the depths of Jinnan Mountain, other teams had basically started rescue operations.
Yuan Gang looked down at the map on the table. According to calculations, rescue team No. 2 and No. 3 could reach the target village within 5 hours, while rescue team No. 1 would need at least 10 hours even if everything went well.
He walked to the door of the tent and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky. According to the current situation, the rain will not stop in a short time. If the rainfall continues for a long time, the possibility of mudslides cannot be ruled out.
While Yuan Gang was deep in thought, he did not seem to notice that the voices of the two instructors who were debugging the equipment in the tent were getting smaller and smaller, the sound of raindrops hitting the top of the tent gradually disappeared, and the trajectory of the falling rain became more and more blurred... It was as if everything around him was slowly moving away from him.
By the time he came to his senses, the sounds around him had completely disappeared. The falling raindrops were frozen in mid-air, as if the pause button had been pressed. The two instructors who were originally in the tent had disappeared without a trace.
He was the only one left in the empty world.
In other words, since some time ago, this place is no longer the world he is familiar with.
Yuan Gang frowned tightly. The strangeness around him did not panic him. He seemed to have noticed something and his eyes fell outside the tent.
On the other side of the horizon, a figure was slowly walking towards here through the suspended rain.
He was a man in a black tuxedo, with his long hair casually draped behind his back, a purple iris brooch pinned on his chest, and a faint smile on his charming face. He looked like an aristocratic gentleman attending a high-class ball, dignified and polite.
When he saw this man, Yuan Gang's face instantly turned gloomy.
"[Raving]."
The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said in a gentle voice, "I didn't expect that you, the deputy captain of the Shangjing City team, actually knew me."
"You are too recognizable." Yuan Gang said calmly, "A true nightmare, a mind manipulator, one of the three oldest 'gods' in the Ancient God Church, and also the creator of the believer's contract...
Of course, the most important thing is your disgusting aristocratic manner."
Yi Yu smiled, and her narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "How rude... Chief Yuan."