The military canvas trucks assigned to Village No. 7 pulled over, and dozens of recruits and instructors rushed toward the village that had already become ruins. Some searched for the locations of victims, some dug through the wreckage for rescue, and some set up a temporary treatment station nearby...
Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion amid an atmosphere of tension and heaviness.
Before long, someone carried the man kneeling amid the ruins on his back, patiently asking about the situation as they took him to the treatment station. Another group rapidly dug through the heavy earth, beginning the search for his wife and parents.
The man stared blankly at the scene, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face. This rough, sturdy man in his thirties cried like a child for the first time.
"Please... please, save them..."
"Please rest assured," Zheng Zhong, who was carrying him, said seriously. "This is our duty."
The other canvas trucks merely sped past the entrance to the village without stopping, racing toward the other villages.
At the foot of Jinnan Mountain, there were seven more tragedies like Village No. 7. Time did not allow them even a moment's pause!
Lin Qiye, seated at the back of the truck, silently watched the man sobbing his heart out. As the vehicle drove away, the man's cries grew fainter and fainter, and the outline of the ruins gradually vanished into the rain.
Though he could no longer see him, the image of the man weeping seemed burned into Lin Qiye's heart, impossible to erase for a long time... His chest felt choked, and he could not describe the pain.
Inside the truck, there was dead silence.
"Village No. 5 is just ahead. Once Rescue Team No. 5 gets off, we'll break away from the main force and drive