Yang Qing drove the car forward and put it into the space about one kilometer away from the camp. He took off his helmet and bulletproof vest, changed into old clothes, and put the two dogs away.
The rescue camp is full of refugees, and it would be dangerous to let the dog out.
I walked forward with a canvas bag on my back. After walking a mile, I gradually saw some people.
Everyone was covered in dust and dirt. Some came with their families, while others were alone. All of them were exhausted.
Yang Qing was injured, and his face and body were dirty, so he looked a bit like a refugee.
She went forward to ask about the location of the rescue camp, and someone pointed her in the direction.
Yang Qing walked forward against the wind and sand. Soon he was covered in dirt and his hair was gray, looking like a real refugee.
The further we go, the more people there are. Many people are heading to the rescue camp. After all, they don’t know what the situation is inside and they all think they can be rescued.
Suddenly the sky darkened, a loud thunder exploded, and a black hurricane appeared in the distance, mixed with thunder and lightning, rushing over with a crackling sound.
Then, big raindrops came pouring down, and everyone ran away in all directions.
"Hurry, hurry into the camp!" someone shouted.
"Don't hide under the tree, there's lightning!"
A bolt of lightning struck a tree, splitting it in two. The person under the tree fell down without having time to dodge.
Yang Qing protected his hands and ran quickly up the mountain. The camp was on the mountain not far away.
The heavy rain poured down on her head, as if someone was pouring water from a basin on the sky. Soon her whole body was soaked. The rain flowed down her hair, washing away the dust and sand on her head, forming dirty water marks on her face.
Yang Qing was wiping his face as he ran, his whole body was wet and dirty, he looked even more like a refugee than a refugee.
These were all fine, but the plaster on my hand became heavy after being soaked in water, and it hurt my shoulder. In addition, running vibrated my arm, and the fractured part started to hurt again.
There was no other way Yang Qing had to stop and try to find a deserted place to hide in the space, but he saw someone running towards him, "Quick, follow me!"
As he came up to grab her wrist, Yang Qing realized it was a man in military uniform, probably a soldier from the rescue camp, and quickly said, "I can do it myself."
But there was no way to enter the space, so I had to follow the soldier and run forward.
Several people followed behind him and ran together.
Soon we saw a flat area in front of us with many military tents set up. The heavy rain formed streams that washed between the tents, and many of them were flooded.
The people outside were still rushing into the tent. Having a place to shelter was better than being outside in the rain.
The soldier pointed to one of the tents and said, "You go in there first. Those who are injured will be bandaged soon."
The tent was pitch black. Someone had lit a candle and placed it in the middle. Every time someone lifted the tent curtain, the candle would flicker. It would be about to go out, but would burn stubbornly again.
Yang Qing sat in a corner, took out a towel from her bag and wiped her hair quietly. The towel was so black from wiping her hair that you could imagine how dirty she was.
Everyone was silent, tidying themselves up. No one spoke, just occasionally glancing at each other.
Yang Qing sat in the darkest place, turned his back, quietly untied the bandage on his hand, took off the plaster and threw it into the space, then took out two splints and tied his hand again.
Someone glanced in her direction, but it was too dark in the tent to see clearly.
Yang Qing huddled in the corner, secretly observing the others.
They were all women, their clothes were wet, their hair was in wisps, their faces were covered with stains, and most of their clothes were rather worn. One of them might have just fallen, her knees were covered in blood and she was groaning in pain.
But no one paid any attention to her.
Everyone is in a bad state and no one has the energy to take care of others.
Yang Qing sat for a while. The wet clothes stuck to his body and made him feel uncomfortable. His hands also ached slightly, and the injured area was wet and swollen.
She thought about it, took out a set of dry old clothes from her bag, turned around and started changing.
They are all women anyway, so it doesn’t matter if they see it.
If you don't change your clothes and let wet clothes stick to your body, you will definitely get a fever later. Your health is more important.
Quickly change out of wet clothes, put on dry clothes, and put the wet clothes in a plastic bag in your bag.
The others were a little surprised that she had a change of clothes.
Most of them didn't bring anything with them. They were lucky enough to escape. How could they have time to pack anything?
After sitting for a while, Yang Qing's stomach growled. She took out a loaf of bread from her bag and ate it silently in the dark.
But in such a dark place, people's sense of smell became more sensitive, and when they smelled the fragrance, they looked in Yang Qing's direction.
Yang Qing glanced at everyone and quickly finished the bread.
Finally, someone couldn't help but ask, "Big sister, do you have any food?"
"If you have any, could you please give us some?"
"No more!" Yang Qing said coldly.
"We all smelled it. You're carrying a bag, so there must be a lot of good stuff in it, right?" someone else said, "Look, we have nothing. You have clothes to change into and food to eat. Can you share some with us?"
"That is, people can't be too selfish."
"Just give me a small piece of bread. I won't eat it, but my child can't stand the hunger." said a woman with a child.
The child stared at Yang Qing fiercely, with green light in his eyes.
Another person said, "I don't want food. I just want a dry piece of clothing. I'm injured, and it's really uncomfortable to have wet clothes sticking to me."
"I don't have any clothes anymore." Yang Qing didn't move.
If there was, these people would eat her alive.
"I don't believe it. Your bag is so big, how could it possibly fit just one set of clothes? Or just a loaf of bread? Take out your bag and show us!"
"That's right, what's wrong with giving me a set of clothes? It's not like I won't return them. I'll return the clothes to you when the weather clears up."
"We are all refugees, don't be too selfish."
A hint of coldness flashed in Yang Qing's eyes, but she also knew that there was no point in arguing with them here. She didn't have the energy, nor could she kill anyone in this rescue camp, which would cause unnecessary trouble.
She opened the bag and walked to the candlelight, "If you don't believe me, look!"
Yang Qing pulled out a knife from his bag and held it in his hand. He opened his backpack and found nothing inside except a set of wet clothes, a dirty towel, and an empty mineral water bottle.
Everyone was very disappointed, and when they saw that Yang Qing had a knife in his hand, they all retreated far away.
"Forget it if there is none. We are not unreasonable people."
"How can there be nothing at all? I carried such a big bag for nothing."
"What bad luck!"
Yang Qing held up the knife and waved it in front of the candle, his eyes fierce. "Stop bullying me, I don't owe you anything!"
Seeing how fierce she was, everyone shut up and hid in the corner quietly.
Yang Qing retreated back to where he was just now, placed the knife across his chest, closed his eyes and listened to the sound of rain outside.
The rain was so heavy that I had to wait until it stopped before going to other tents to see if there was anyone I was looking for. (End of this chapter)
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