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The military caravan in charge of Village No. 7 stopped, and dozens of recruits and instructors rushed towards the ruined village. 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 going on in an orderly manner in a tense and heavy atmosphere.

Soon someone picked up the man kneeling on the ruins and sent him to the treatment station while patiently inquiring about the situation. Another group of people quickly dug up the thick soil and began to search for his wife and parents.

The man stared blankly at this scene, tears pouring out uncontrollably. This rough man in his 30s cried like a child for the first time.

"I beg you... please, save them..."

"Please rest assured." Zheng Zhong, who was carrying him behind his back, said seriously, "This is our duty."

Several other caravans just passed by the gate of the village without stopping at all, and rushed towards other villages at high speed.

At the foot of Jinnan Mountain, there are still seven more tragedies like Village No. 7, and time does not allow them to stay in the slightest!

Lin Qiye, who was sitting at the end of the caravan, watched silently the figure of the crying man. As the vehicle left, his cries became smaller and smaller, and the outline of the ruins gradually disappeared in the rain.

Although he could no longer see it, the appearance of the man crying bitterly seemed to be imprinted on Lin Qiye's heart, which could not be shaken off for a long time... His heart seemed to be choked, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Inside the car, there was a dead silence.

"Village No. 5 will be here soon. After No. 5 rescue team gets off the car, we will leave the main force and drive directly to the mountains." Instructor Hong said, looking at the looming village in the distance.

The vehicle is getting closer and closer to the No. 5 village. Compared with the No. 7 village just now, it is much quieter here.

There were no crying men, and no survivors could be seen as far as the eyes could see. The thick mud and rocks seemed to have buried all vitality, leaving only ruined walls all over the floor to tell tragic stories...

Inside the car, Lin Qiye could clearly feel that the fists of the other recruits were getting tighter and tighter, and their eyes were fixed on the silent ruins, as if they could spew out fire.

Before the caravan stopped, someone suddenly stood up from the seat and jumped out of the moving caravan. His figure fell into the rain and rushed towards the ruins.

"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 speaking to, but he always felt that someone could hear it...

Hearing it is equivalent to seeing hope.

They are the hope of these people!

After one person jumped out, more people couldn't sit still. They jumped out of the car with clenched fists. They mustered all their strength and ran towards the ruins, shouting:

"Big Xia soldiers are here! The god of death retreats! Those who survive must live!!"

"Great Xia soldiers are here! The god of death retreats!! Those who survive must live!!!"

"Big Xia soldiers are here..."

One after another voices echoed in the ruins, the vehicles did not stop, and all the people who were supposed to go to support the village had already jumped out of the vehicles.

The instructor who drove the car seemed to be infected by the atmosphere. Seeing that all the people in the car shed should get off, there were only nine people left. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the roaring engine sounded again, and the car began to drive towards the depths of Jinnan Mountain at high speed. go!

……

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 building the electronic communication network. Yuan Gang stood at the door of the tent with his hands behind his back, frowning and looking at Jinnan Mountain, which was submerged in the heavy rain, in silence. language.

"Chief, the communication equipment of all the rescue teams has been connected." An instructor carefully adjusted the equipment and said.

Due to heavy rain and mudslides, most of the nearby signal towers were damaged, and it was necessary to build a satellite communication network to contact the rescue team 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 started rescue."

"Rescue team No. 7 has arrived at the target village and started rescue."

"number 6……"

"..."

"Rescue team No. 1 has not yet reached the target village."

Instructor Hong's voice finally came from the communication equipment. Except for the three rescue teams No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 who went to the depths of Jinnan Mountain, the other teams basically started rescue operations.

Yuan Gang looked down at the map on the table. According to calculations, both No. 2 and No. 3 can reach the target village within 5 hours, and No. 1 rescue team, even if everything goes well, needs at least 10 rescue teams. 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 this rainfall is maintained for a long time, the possibility of another mudslide cannot be ruled out.

While Yuan Gang was meditating, he didn't seem to notice that the voices of the two instructors in the tent who were adjusting the equipment became smaller and smaller, the sound of raindrops hitting the top of the tent gradually disappeared, and the trajectory of the rainwater falling became more and more blurred ...as if everything around him was slowly moving away from him.

When he came back to his senses, the surrounding sounds had completely disappeared, and the falling raindrops were frozen in midair, as if the pause button had been pressed, and the two instructors who were still in the tent had disappeared at some point .

In the empty world, he was the only one left.

In other words, at some point, this place was no longer the world he was familiar with.

Yuan Gang frowned tightly, the strange surroundings did not make him flustered, he seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes fell outside the tent.

On the other side of the horizon, a figure is slowly walking towards here through the hovering rain.

It was a man in a black tuxedo, with long hair loosely draped behind his back, and a purple kite brooch pinned to his chest. There was a faint smile on his coquettish face, like an aristocratic gentleman attending a high-end ball. Be polite.

Seeing this man, Yuan Gang's face darkened instantly.

"【Raving】."

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and his voice was as gentle as jade, "I never thought that you, the vice-captain of the Shangjing team, would know me."

"You are too recognizable." Yuan Gang said calmly, "A real nightmare, a mind controller, one of the three oldest 'gods' in the Church of the Ancient Gods, and also the creator of the believer's contract...

Of course, the most important thing is your disgusting aristocratic demeanor. "

Yan Yu smiled, narrowing his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly, "It's really rude... Chief Yuan."