Jin Bo was unwilling and insisted on pushing him away first, but was stopped sternly by Mr. He.
"What? Just because I'm not the chief, my words don't count?!"
"Old. Chief..."
"Uncle Jin, listen to my grandfather! Hurry, the rain is getting heavier." He Tingyan made a prompt decision and interrupted the two of them.
He knew his old man's temper very well. He was as stubborn as a donkey. Once he made a decision, no one could change it. In that case, he might as well buy time. There was no need to waste any more time talking nonsense.
The most seriously injured Ah San and Ah Si were pulled out first. There was a stretcher waiting nearby, and they were immediately lifted up as soon as they came out.
Next came a few others who were less serious, then Jin Bo, and finally it was Old Man He who was still able to curse after being buried for a long time.
Just when the people were halfway through, several screams suddenly rang out around them, followed by a deafening roar, and the ground beneath their feet was shaking.
"Oh no! It's coming again, the mudslide is coming again!"
“Run, run!”
"Mr. He, old. Chief!"
Various sounds intertwined in my ears, and were finally drowned out by the huge noise.
He Tingyan looked up, and almost in the blink of an eye, mud, sand, and rocks came down and covered him directly.
We are stuck in deep mud and it is too late to escape.
He Tingyan shouted at Jin Bo and the others to run away, then jumped into the broken window alone and protected the old man under him.
Almost at the same time, mud and rocks erupted again, burying the escape hatch that had just been dug...
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Wen Xi hardly slept the whole night.
The latest reports on the disaster were only a few hours ago.
The last piece of news, another family of three was rescued.
The number of people rescued has been increasing, but there is no news of any elderly people being rescued.
A night passed, and apart from the initial news, there was no movement from Secretary Jin.
Wen Xi held the phone tightly in her hand. She really wanted to call He Tingyan to ask him about the situation, but she was worried about delaying the rescue.
The golden 72 hours, every minute and every second is precious.
After He Xing woke up and didn't see his great-grandfather, he stayed obediently beside the TV. He ate when he was told to eat and drank when he was told to drink water, but his eyes never left the news screen. He looked so pitiful with his eager eyes.
Wen Xi stayed with him in front of the TV until he heard the latest report from the anchor.
Only then did we know that it had rained again in the area where the incident occurred last night, which brought about a second disaster. Some people have not been rescued yet, and even some volunteers who participated in the rescue almost got into trouble.
Wen Xi's heart tightened.
If Mr. He was rescued, He Tingyan would definitely call back immediately, but there has been no news until now...
Her hand holding the phone trembled.
She couldn't care about anything else, she had to find out what was going on.
After taking a deep breath, he dialed the other party's number. After a few breaths, a cold, mechanical female voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please call again later. Sorry, your..."
After the female voice that sounded like a tape recorder, the phone was hung up.
Tried again, same result.
No one answered the call.
Wen Xi took He Xing downstairs.
Secretary Jin was on the phone. When she saw her coming down, she said a few words quickly, hung up, and came over to greet her.
"Miss Wen."
"What's going on now?"
"We're still in the process of rescuing them," Secretary Jin replied, avoiding her direct gaze and lowering her head. "Because it rained heavily last night, the progress has been delayed a bit, but please rest assured, our people..."
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