"Great Xia soldier He Yanfeng is here, the god of death retreats!"
Although the volume of this sound was not as loud as the previous roar, or even as loud as the clicking sound of the light curtain breaking just now, it was like a giant hammer weighing more than a thousand kilograms, hitting the hearts of every soldier in the camp.
These soldiers were hot-blooded men, and He Yanfeng's words were like a match, instantly igniting the hot blood in their bodies and then boiling over.
Chen Qiyun, who is known as a Confucian general, usually shows himself to be elegant and wise, but at this moment, he suddenly shouted uncharacteristically: "Old Wang, the organization now orders you to lead the soldiers and people to evacuate smoothly!"
After saying that, Chen Qiyun followed He Yanfeng's example and removed a door panel from the barracks dormitory, and then rushed towards the cracked golden light curtain without hesitation.
How could Chen Qiyun not understand He Yanfeng's good intentions in ordering him to lead the team to evacuate?
He knew that He Yanfeng was afraid that he would rush up and die with him, so he specifically asked himself to lead the team to evacuate, in order to save his own life, so that he could retreat without any psychological burden.
But Lao He, we have been partners since the grassroots level when you were the company commander and I was the instructor. We have been promoted to our current position. When did our golden partners separate?
Why, can you, Mr. He Guangrong, be honored, but I, Chen Qiyun, can't?
In the dark night, Chen Qiyun's voice suddenly sounded: "Daxia soldier Chen Qiyun is here, the god of death retreats!"
Wang Kaiyang, the deputy commander, saw this scene and without any hesitation, he directly ordered Zhao Yinan from the Political Department: "Old Zhao, the organization now orders you to lead the soldiers and people to evacuate smoothly!"
After saying that, he followed the example of the commander and political commissar, carried the door panel and rushed towards the back mountain: "The Great Xia soldier Wang Kaiyang is here, the god of death retreats!"
Zhao Yinan, on the other hand, didn't even wait for Wang Kaiyang to finish speaking, and directly ordered the head of the Organization Department, and then rushed out carrying the door panel: "Daxia soldier Zhao Yinan is here, get away!"
"..."
"Daxia soldier Chen Minhong is here, the god of death retreats!"
From then on, in less than half a minute, all the bosses in the Jiangnan Military Region, even Chen Minhong, a higher-level boss, rushed to the front line, using their bodies to block the enemies that might hit them at any time. mudslide.
Seeing this, Yang Shanggu was thinking about following suit, but he heard He Yanfeng's voice coming from a distance: "Yang Shanggu! Go and save people!"
Hearing this, Yang Shanggu gritted his teeth and immediately turned around and said: "Everyone is here. The first company is in charge of a group in Panlong Village. Let me climb over the wall and wake up the people. One person is missing. Don't say that he is my Yang Shanggu's soldier in the future! - ---Set off!"
With an order, the soldiers of the first and second companies rushed out as fast as they could in their lives. The soldiers of the 3rd and 4th companies boarded the trucks directly and drove towards the village - there were several kilometers away, so no matter how fast they ran, they were not as efficient as driving.
During the march, the company commander below gave another instruction: "One platoon is responsible for twenty households. Try not to repeat it to avoid wasting time! Priority is given to the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled. Remember not to leave any fellow villagers behind!"
Yang Shanggu, on the other hand, drove a patrol car and sounded the alarm. He drove all the way up from the camp and shouted into the loudspeaker: "Landslide, evacuate quickly! Landslide, evacuate quickly!"
Soon, there were knocks on the door in the village, and then there were continuous sounds of panic.
Fortunately, there were soldiers there who forced the villagers to leave the house. Otherwise, given their temperament, they would definitely want to take something valuable with them.
So in a short period of time, about a hundred people ran out of the house, then boarded the truck that had been waiting on the main road, and when the crowd was full, they were ready to go to the town.
The golden light curtain behind the village has cracked more and more, and may collapse at any time.
However, it rained continuously all night, and the mountainous debris flow continued to rise, which caused the pressure on the light curtain to increase exponentially.
And this pressure was transmitted to He Yanfeng and the others, as if they were being pressed down by a truck, causing them to grit their teeth and almost lose their breath.
They didn't dare to give in, because as soon as they gave in, the golden light curtain would burst instantly, and all the mudslides would submerge the entire village in an instant.
The people have not yet completely evacuated. They must hold on to this last line of defense even if they die.
However, as the debris flow accumulated more and more, the height of the light curtain was approaching 100 meters, and the pressure on He Yanfeng and the others was completely beyond the limit that ordinary people could bear.
At this time, He Yanfeng's eyes were red, and even his gums were bleeding.
He felt that his life force was passing away bit by bit, and he would probably die soon due to overload and the heart and blood vessels of his body bursting.
However, just when He Yanfeng and others felt that they could no longer hold on any longer, a passionate voice suddenly came from behind them: "Daxia soldier Lin San is here, the god of death retreats!"
"Great Xia soldier Zhao Chen is here, the god of death retreats!"
"Great Xia soldier Wang Dongyi is here, the god of death retreats!"
"..."
When He Yanfeng and others heard the news, they saw the young boys who had just rescued the fellow villagers under their respective responsibilities hurried over carrying various boards.
Listening to the words "The soldiers of Daxia are here, the God of Death retreats!", He Yanfeng and others seemed to be filled with power again.
"Who the hell says that those born in the 1990s and 2000s are not bloody? I, He Yanfeng, will be the first to refuse!" He Yanfeng opened his mouth full of blood and couldn't help but utter a curse word.
Perhaps because of the joining of these soldiers, the pressure on He Yanfeng and the others was relieved a lot, so he had the strength to complain.
But no matter what, with the addition of these warriors, the spread of the cracks in the golden light curtain has indeed slowed down a lot.
But before they had time to be happy, another earth-shattering sound came from the direction of the back mountain, and this sound was far greater than the previous sound!
Everyone in Panlong Village can feel the trembling and vibrating movement of the earth from their feet, and hear the 'rumbling' sound of each wave being higher than the next.
When Yang Shanggu heard the loud noise, he immediately stepped on the brakes, climbed onto the roof of the patrol car, and fired two flares toward the back mountain.
As the flares took off, the soldiers on the main road could clearly see that the debris flow group, which was even larger than before, was sweeping towards them in an overwhelming manner!
"..." Standing on the roof of the car, Yang Shanggu stared blankly for several seconds, then shouted at everyone with a loudspeaker: "Run! Run quickly!"
