The military caravan in charge of Village No. 7 stopped. Dozens of recruits and instructors rushed towards the village that had been reduced to ruins. Some were responsible for searching for the location of the victims, some were responsible for excavation and rescue, and some were responsible for setting up a temporary treatment station next to it...
Everything was going on in an orderly manner in a tense and heavy atmosphere.
Someone soon picked up the man who was kneeling on the ruins and patiently asked about the situation while taking him to the treatment station. Another group of people quickly dug through the thick soil and began to search and rescue his wife and parents.
The man stared blankly at this scene, tears pouring out uncontrollably. This rough man in his thirties, who stood tall and upright, cried like a child for the first time.
"Please...please, save them..."
"Don't worry." Zheng Zhong, who was carrying him, said seriously, "This is our responsibility."
Several other caravans just passed by the village gate, without stopping at all, and rushed towards other villages at high speed.
At the foot of Jinnan Mountain, there are seven more tragedies like Village No. 7. Time does not allow them to stop at all!
Lin Qiye, who was sitting at the end of the caravan, silently looked at the crying man. As the car left, his cry became smaller and smaller, and the outline of the ruins gradually disappeared in the rain.
Although he could no longer see it, the look of the man crying in pain seemed to be imprinted on Lin Qiye's heart and could not be shaken off for a long time... His heart seemed to be choked, and he felt indescribably uncomfortable.
Inside the car, there was dead silence.
"Village No. 5 is arriving soon. After the No. 5 rescue team gets off the bus, we will break away from the main force and drive directly into the mountains." Instructor Hong looked at the looming village in the distance and said.
The vehicle is getting closer and closer to Village No. 5. Compared with Village No. 7 just now, it is much quieter here.
There were no wailing men, and no survivors could be seen wherever they looked. The thick mud and rocks seemed to have buried all life, leaving only broken walls all over the ground telling tragic stories...
In the car, Lin Qiye could clearly feel that the fists of the other recruits were clenching tighter and tighter, and their eyes were fixed on the silent ruins, as if they could spit out fire.
Before the caravan could stop, someone suddenly stood up from his seat, jumped out of the moving caravan, fell into the rain, and rushed towards the ruins quickly.
"The soldiers of Great Xia are here!! The God of Death retreats!! Those who survive must live!!"
His voice echoed on 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 means seeing hope.
They are the hope of these people!
After one person jumped out, more people couldn't sit still. They clenched their fists and jumped out of the car one after another. They gathered all their strength and ran towards the ruins while shouting:
"The soldiers of Great Xia are here! The God of Death retreats! Those who survive must live!!"
"The soldiers of Great Xia are here! The God of Death retreats! Those who survive must live!!!"
"The soldiers of Daxia are here..."
Continuous sounds 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 vehicle.
The instructor who was driving seemed to be infected by the atmosphere. Seeing that everyone in the carport had gotten off, and only nine people were left, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The roaring engine sounded again, and the vehicle began to drive rapidly towards the depths of Jinnan Mountain. go!
…
At the foot of Jinnan Mountain.
Temporary rescue headquarters.
In the simple military tent, the two instructors had connected the satellite tracking equipment and were busy setting up the electronic communication network. Yuan Gang stood at the door of the tent with his hands behind his back, frowning and looking at the Jinnan Mountains submerged in the heavy rain in front of him, silent. language.
"Chief, all the communication equipment of the rescue team is connected." An instructor carefully adjusted the equipment and said.
Due to heavy rain and mudslides, most of the nearby signal towers were damaged, and a satellite communication network had to be set up to contact the rescue team in the mountains.
"All rescue teams, report the situation." Yuan Gang said in a deep voice.
"Rescue Team 8 has arrived at the target village and started rescue."
"Rescue Team 7 has arrived at the target village and started rescue."
"number 6… "
“…”
"Rescue Team 1 has not yet arrived at the target village."
Instructor Hong's voice finally came out from the communication equipment. Except for the three rescue teams No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 that went to the depths of Jinnan Mountain, the other teams basically started rescue operations.
Yuan Gang lowered his head and looked at the map on the table. According to calculations, No. 2 and No. 3 can reach the target village within 5 hours, while the No. 1 rescue team, even if everything goes well, will only need 10 people in the shortest time. Hour.
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 is maintained for a long time, the possibility of another mudslide cannot be ruled out.
While Yuan Gang was deep in thought, he didn't seem to notice that the voices of the two instructors who were debugging the equipment in the tent became smaller and smaller, the patter of raindrops hitting the top of the tent gradually disappeared, and the trajectory of the rain became increasingly blurry. … It was as if everything around him was slowly moving away from him.
By the time he came back to his senses, the surrounding sounds had completely disappeared. The falling raindrops were frozen in mid-air, as if the pause button had been pressed. The two instructors who were still in the tent had disappeared at some point. .
He was the only one left in the empty world.
In other words, I don't know since when, this is no longer the world he knows.
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.
At the other end of the horizon, a figure is slowly walking towards here through the suspended rain.
It was a man wearing a black tuxedo, with long hair hanging casually on his back, and a purple kite brooch on his chest. There was a faint smile on his charming face, like an aristocratic gentleman attending a senior ball, noble and elegant. Be polite and courteous.
Seeing this man, Yuan Gang's face instantly darkened.
"[Raving]."
The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, his voice as gentle as jade, "I didn't expect that you, the vice-captain of the Shangjing City team, actually know me."
"You are too discerning." Yuan Gang said calmly, "The real nightmare, the mind controller, one of the three oldest 'gods' in the Church of the Ancient God, and the creator of the believer's contract...
Of course, the most important thing is your disgusting aristocratic demeanor. "
Yayu smiled and narrowed his narrow phoenix eyes slightly, "How rude... Chief Yuan."