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The turbid flood peak rolled in from a distance, and then slowly retreated from the hillside. Two hours later, a muddy shallow water path was revealed between the two small peaks, leading to the hilly area in the west.
The heavy rain continued, the water surface continued to grow, and the low-lying area was already a vast ocean. The route to the second stronghold became winding and winding. It had to pass through the hilly area in the north of the west, enter the plateau corridor in the middle, and go all the way to the southwest. Turn back and rush overnight to Kelvin City, which is located adjacent to the second stronghold.
In the plan, with the speed of the bloody war horse, as long as it is not blocked by a large torrent, there should be no problem.
As Hong Feng had just retreated, Chu Yunsheng did not dare to delay. With an order, the Seventeenth Blood Cavalry immediately mounted their horses, packed their belongings, braved the heavy rain, trampled on the shallow water, and galloped westward.
Under the urging of its master, the war horse let out waves of low neighing, raised its head and accelerated suddenly, smashing through the dense rain lines layer by layer, like bloody arrows shot into the rainy world, and whizzed through the narrow gray canyon.
Deputy Mayor Chris led the victims and tried to follow Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry, following them out of Little Emiris Mountain and escaping to a refugee camp where there might be food.
It is no longer realistic to wait for government rescue. Chris and his neighbors in the town have lost confidence in whether there will be rescue. If they wait any longer, they will have no choice but to flee to the west coastline, even if they cannot encounter a refugee camp. The floods are raging, after all, the altitude in the west is higher than in the east and central part.
However, Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry was too fast, shooting out of the canyon like lightning. After entering the hilly area, the horses were still walking on the flat ground, as strong as flying. Chris and others couldn't keep up, because the two sides had another fight before. After the conflict, there was no way to ask for help, so he could only watch the nineteen strong horses splashing in the distance and helplessly.
However, they finally got a bit of luck when they moved along the hills towards the plateau. They encountered a larger group of people fleeing from St. Louis, the largest city in northern Missouri.
The dark crowd was as densely packed as ants on the ground. With his family in tow and countless luggage, Chris stood on the vulture's hillock and looked around, dumbfounded as the crowds of people came in like a flood. The number of people was at least one hundred thousand, and before they even arrived, they were already buzzing with people, extremely noisy, and even more chaotic.
St. Louis was the place they had been debating whether to go to in the past few days. Big cities always give people a sense of security. Although they had already decided to go to the urban area of Kelvin further west, he still hurried forward to inquire and got the answer. More shocking news, the Mississippi River burst its banks!
The swollen river washed away all defense lines. The flood poured into the entire city, and more than two million people could only hold on for less than two days. Faced with the floods that only rose but never receded, they had to flee the city and their homes.
The initial evacuation was still organized. They followed Route 44, heading south and west. When they arrived at St. Clair City, they were scattered with local refugees. There was no time to reorganize, and the floodwaters of the Missouri River that stretched from east to west of the mainland rose. rise. It came from the north, rolled down, and rushed them all away at once, arriving here in a daze. Having just gained a foothold on a mountain ridge ahead, I compared the map and realized that I was at the edge of the hill, so I was ready to turn west and escape.
Compared with Chris and others, the refugees from St. Louis had previous organizations, including children. They all carried a lot of food on their backs. Since it was summer, although the rain falling on them or being soaked in water would not freeze them to death, a lot of the food was close to rotting and deteriorating due to the temperature and humidity, but there was nothing that could be eaten. As far as Rees and others are concerned, they can only exchange valuable things from these people for these fast-perishable foods to temporarily save themselves and their children's lives from extreme hunger.
In troubled times, news is worth a lot of money. The exquisite Chris used the news that Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry had passed by as a selling point, and mysteriously combined the fangs he saw with his own eyes with ancient legends, together with the great flood that shook the sky. Using the corpses of several vampires that Chu Yunsheng had personally killed but had no time to dispose of as evidence, he fabricated a shocking secret that he guessed and gained the helpless trust of the headless refugees in St. Louis, in exchange for a lot of money. Less airtight packaging of fresh food.
After filling their stomachs, under the leadership of Chris, the original refugees and the later refugees merged into a huge flow of people, crossing the mountains and ridges, passing through the state of Okla, and heading towards Kelvin City, New Mexico, or rather Escape.
In fact, the west coastline in the north has a higher elevation and the terrain in the south is lower. New Mexico is located at the southernmost tip of the United States. It is very likely that low-lying areas are already flooded, but compared with Oregon and Iowa in the far north. In the state, these refugees need a supporting goal, a goal that can see hope in the monstrous flood, even if this goal is bloody connected with those fangs, it doesn't matter.
The further west you go, the more refugees you encounter. At first, there were about 100,000 people. After entering Okla State, the number increased sharply. More and more people joined in, and the number approached the 500,000 mark. This At that time, everyone was fleeing in a daze. Whenever they saw a large army, they didn't care where the people in front were going. They just followed others and didn't care why. Anyway, everyone walked forward, so they must have gained some kind of freedom. Inside information, there must be a reason to go there.
Chris's status also increased along the way. From a small deputy mayor to a temporary organizer of more than a thousand people, after crossing the city of Homer, the center of Oklahoma, he gradually became a giant dragon stretching for several kilometers behind him. The leader of the refugee team miraculously avoided several super floods along the way, which made him even more mythical. At first, he just made up a lie to get some urgently needed food and medicine. The unequivocal belief in the ranks of the refugees.
In addition to the initial thousand or so people living near the small town, there is a saying among the refugees who followed: As long as you follow Lucky Chris, who is like a street lamp, you will definitely survive.
At this time, people who have just escaped from the flood, whether they were senior government officials, family members of a large consortium, or Hollywood celebrities, are in urgent need of a temporary support, and ordinary people, even more Needing a spiritual pillar to follow, Chris's coincidence appeared and he got to this position first, even if there were better people joining this long escape team. At this moment, his reputation cannot be shaken.
As a result, a group of outstanding elites, including government officials, gradually gathered around Chris. There are geography professors, meteorologists, marine experts, etc., but they cannot temporarily replace Lucky Chris's position like a street light in the hearts of refugees. In order to escape for his own life, he racked his brains and tried his best to make plans. According to the geographical texture, rainfall and terrain, and the distribution of towns on the road, he found roads that seemed to be like surviving in desperate situations in the flood swamps, and led them time and time again. Helping the refugees escape catastrophe.
But the refugees don't know this. They only know that lucky Chris is leading them, and that's enough.
Hope appears in front of you. With confidence back among the refugees, Streetlight Chris's reputation became more and more popular. The stronger his reputation, the more elites he gathered around him, and the more refugees there were. The number of people who made plans, organized and managed the team, and followed blindly became more and more. More and more, under the mutual growth, his reputation is growing by leaps and bounds day by day, and among some ordinary refugees from the lower class, he has almost reached the level of a mythical savior.
Even Chris himself didn't expect that things would develop in such an incredible way. But he was already riding a tiger, and even if he wanted to clarify what happened at that time, there was nothing he could do. A prototype team had been formed around him. These people are all first-class elites. They clearly know that what he is fabricating is a lie. Due to the needs of the situation, they do their best to promote and advocate for him, like nails, nailed to the board. It became a definite thing.
But he didn't expect it at the time, and the elite team around him later thought that what Chu Yunsheng "led" them was actually a dead end.
They are different from Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry team. Chu Yunsheng has enough speed and mobility to race with Hong Feng, and the blood horses have enough endurance to ensure the final victory of the race.
Between flood peaks, Chu Yunsheng could lead Seventeen Blood Riders through lightning-fast, taking advantage of the short intermittent periods of water flow to maintain high speed through low-lying flooded areas despite twists and turns.
Chris and the others couldn't do it. Their team was gradually approaching the million level from more than 500,000. If the long stretch of people crossed the flood peak like Chu Yunsheng, there would be only a dead end. Therefore, they had to use walkie-talkies that did not require a base station. To deliver messages to each other, we need to use the brains of professors to analyze the roads, use officials to organize the segmentation and order of the team, need people familiar with water properties as the emergency reserve team, and need professional engineers to build temporary pontoons and road bridges. There are so many resources needed...
If Chu Yunsheng is using violent speed and strength to force his way through the flooded area, Chris and the others are using the limits of all knowledge and wisdom, using all the resources around them, and using the principles and capabilities of modern organizations. , dancing cautiously like a giant elephant amidst the knife-point peaks and floods.
The difference is that Chu Yunsheng is extremely fast and can easily cross mountains and rivers, but he can only take away a dozen of his blood cavalry. Compared with Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry, Ricks is as slow as A snail can take away hundreds of thousands of refugees.
The huge gap between a dozen and hundreds of thousands is as conspicuous as two extremes.
Although Chris knew that Chu Yunsheng was in front, Chu Yunsheng had no idea that they were actually following him. Ever since he left Little Emiris Mountain, he had been running non-stop, sleeping only three hours a day, and pushing forward day and night. Fortunately, the continuous heavy rain blocked the sunlight during the day, and the vampires were transformed by his martial arts, so they could barely support their march during the day.
He met many American refugees along the way, and all of them passed by them with lightning speed. Except for the occasional gangsters who were robbing and killing them, he never saw any vampires again.
The blood knights usually rest for three hours at noon during the day, and then move forward at full speed at night. In order to speed up, every time night comes, the blood clan and the blood-turned war horses stir up their fangs, burst out the power of the whole body, and speed up again and again, eerie. Their aura, pale face, red eyes... made the refugees who met them at night frightened. When Chris's army came up to collect these refugees, those who had seen Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry didn't even think about it. Thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he immediately believed the secrets circulated among this large army, and even personally added fuel to the flames to promote the name of Street Light Chris even more.
Chris and his team "shared" the "welfare" left by Chu Yunsheng's galloping all the way with Seventeen Blood Riders, leading a dragon-like group of hundreds of thousands of refugees to "dance" in the low-lying areas of Okla State. "At that time, the iron hooves of the bloody war horse had already stepped onto the cement ground of Kelvin City at dawn three days later.
The great flood is just behind the reins of Chu Yunsheng and others, and it will not take long to sweep over. Butni, who has been sleeping in the open air continuously and looks a little tired, looks up at this building built at the foot of the mountain, which was once as beautiful as a garden. Nowadays, smoke is billowing, screams are everywhere, and the city is filled with violence and madness. I can't help but look at it slightly and sigh softly.
"Most of our daily supplies should still be in Warehouse No. 59 in Kelvin City. The thugs have weapons in their hands, so I don't know if Aixier and the others can hold on!" Chu Yunsheng urged a bloody battle. He stepped forward, drew his sword, pointed at the smoke-filled city, and ordered: "Enter the city immediately and pass on the orders. If you encounter thugs and looters, kill them on the spot!"
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