Mingming didn't ask any more questions.
He led the way with a flashlight, Chi Yue and his party followed closely behind, and the soldiers and base residents walked at the end.
The long procession walked out of the gate and followed a winding path through the back hills covered with trees and bamboos.
After walking about two kilometers, the fire at the foot of Yuanyun Mountain spread up, and the fire light was wrapped in thick smoke, swaying in the direction of the main hall of the Taoist temple.
The initiator who left behind a blazing fire rushed through Source City in a straight line at a speed of 500 to 600 kilometers an hour, rushing towards the Qingyang base below Source City.
There were no troops stationed at the Qingyang base, and the leadership team did nothing. They only notified the residents of the approaching tsunami and asked them to evacuate on their own, and then fled with their families by helicopter.
Residents who originally did not believe there would be a tsunami packed up their belongings when they saw the leadership team leaving in a helicopter and the patrol team and medical team members leaving on strike.
But many people don’t have transportation.
They either negotiate with neighbors and exchange supplies for a ride; they squat in the parking area and rob them; or they enter official residential areas and look for a bicycle.
Uncle Ge's family, who couldn't part with supplies and couldn't grab it from others, watched a dozen bicycles in the residential area being ridden away. They had no choice but to drag their suitcases and follow about 30 people in the same situation as them to a building with 11 bicycles. In a high-rise building, climb up to the rooftop to hide for a while.
They determined that the tsunami would not reach the eleventh floor, so they sat leisurely against the wall and chatted with the people around them.
Aunt Ge never stopped talking.
First, they complained that the leadership team ignored them, and then they accused the person who stole the car of being immoral. Their spit was flying everywhere.
She laughed at the stupidity of others: "I don't know what they were thinking. Wouldn't it be better to go upstairs and hide? It would be so troublesome to run out with so much effort and then have to come back after the tsunami has passed."
"that is."
"They did it on their own—"
Before the middle-aged man who agreed with Aunt Ge could finish his sentence of "being smart," he was suddenly shaken forward by the violent shaking of the building.
The moment he placed his palms on the ground, he noticed the change in temperature. Just as he was wondering, he heard the young man sitting opposite raise his voice: "The fire is coming! The fire is coming!"
"Where's the fire?"
"Sea, sea water..."
"What are you talking about?" Ge Hui, who used his strength to steady himself, said inexplicably: "How can sea water catch fire?"
The young man didn't respond.
The others felt the surging heat wave and stood up one after another, staring at the red light not far away like young people in a daze.
Seeing the eighty-nine-meter-high seawater wrapped in fire and rushing towards the base with an irresistible force, their brains were buzzing and their legs were like lead, making it difficult to move even half a step.
"Run!"
I don't know who screamed heartbreakingly.
Ge Hui suddenly came to his senses.
He dragged his pale girlfriend, called his parents, and ran towards the door leading downstairs at extremely fast speeds.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Waves glowing with dazzling red light hit the rooftop, followed by high temperature and fire, and instantly submerged Ge Hui's family, who was shaken violently and fell to the ground.
Accompanied by bursts of screams, the seawater surged down the corridor, passed through the doors and windows of the building, and hit every corner, swallowing up all the people who had not left in the shortest possible time.
The voices stopped.
The fire ignited the building.
The billowing smoke rising all around covered the direction of the tsunami's departure, silently turning Qingyang into a dead city.
*
"Should the tsunami have reached Qingyang?" Ge Qinyao, who was walking on the mountain road, began to think about the direction of the tsunami's impact.
"Calculating the time, it's almost the same."
"Then Ge Hui and the others..." She paused for two seconds and turned to look at Ge Huai: "Do you think they can survive?"
"cannot."
Ge Huai knew that family very well.
He said firmly: "They will never leave the base without a car or military escort."
He and Ge Qinyao knew the situation at Qingyang Base very well. If Ge Hui's family chose to stay, they would only die.
Ge Qinyao sighed with emotion.
She raised her arms and weighed the sack carried by Ge Huai on her shoulders: "People's choices at critical moments are so important."
"Indeed." Xie Changxiao felt the same way.
He walked around a dry tree branch: "I used to make the wrong choice and I could do it again, but now... I might lose my life."
Like walking a tightrope.
If you are not careful, you will be in catastrophe.
"Well, we have to make a choice soon." Wen Qizhou stopped and looked at the location illuminated by the flashlight.
"What choice?"
"Take the rope bridge or take the detour."
There was a rope bridge directly in front of them. The rope bridge was made of iron chains and wooden boards, with a width of nearly one meter and a length of nearly 60 meters.
The rusty iron chains and the sparse blackened long wooden boards looked unsound, making it difficult to feel safe.
"Master Ming, how high is this bridge?" Chi Yue walked to the bridge, put her palm against the iron chain, and took a flashlight to shine down.
"Twenty or thirty meters."
After answering, Mingzhang said in front of the two soldiers: "This bridge is quite old. I can't guarantee that there will be no accidents. Think about it carefully. If you really don't dare to walk, just go around it."
Soldier: "How long does it take to make a circle?"
(End of chapter)
