When the relatives of the injured villagers heard the old village chief's words, their eyes lit up.
Let them carry the people to the county themselves, who wouldn't be worried?
But now, when everyone goes together, their courage immediately grows!
"Come on, let's go home and get our blankets!"
"Dashan, hurry up and get more torches!"
"Old Shan Yazi, bring over all those thick ropes you use to tie up your cattle!"
As soon as the old village chief spoke, the whole place came alive with shouts and the neighing of horses, creating a lively atmosphere.
In just half an hour, the village entrance was already packed with people.
One by one, the torches were lit, dancing wildly in the wind.
This time, when we went to the county hospital, there were a total of twenty-one people, including the wounded and those who were carried.
Nine wounded men, including Liu Zhongren, were all wrapped tightly in thick cotton quilts and then securely tied to their backs with cow ropes.
Braving the biting wind, the old village chief walked up to Zhang Cheng, his voice a little hoarse: "Er Gouzi, these guys are in your hands now."
"Uncle, please hold it up."
Zhang Cheng pulled his felt hat down further, raised the cloth covering his face, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Let's go, to the county hospital!"
A row of torches burned bright red in the howling, cold wind.
The first ten miles or so of the path were relatively easy to walk.
More than an hour later, the group began climbing the mountain path.
Zhang Cheng led the way, holding a wooden pole more than two meters long, constantly poking it into the ground to probe the path.
The mountain path was very narrow and dark; if you didn't take a good step, you would tumble into the ditch.
They walked extremely slowly, almost one step at a time.
At this point, it's better to go slowly; saving your life is the priority.
Another ten minutes or so passed, and the torch in his hand burned down to the top.
Suddenly, it became so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Zhang Da Nao quickly pulled out a match and lit the spare torch with a "sizzle".
After moving forward for another hour or so, Zhang Cheng suddenly stopped, staring at the road blocked by snow ahead, and cursed under his breath.
The snow rolling down the mountain blocked the road.
Zhang Cheng turned around, pulled down his face mask, and shouted, "Where's the shovel? Bring it here!!!"
Everyone had anticipated this situation before they came, and they had prepared shovels, hoes, and other tools; otherwise, so many people wouldn't have come all at once.
Li Qiming quickly handed the shovel he was carrying on his shoulder to Zhang Cheng.
The mountain path was too narrow. It wasn't that two or three people couldn't stand there, but the snow was too thick. If you stepped even a little to the side, you would slide down.
Zhang Cheng picked up a shovel and began clearing the snow from the road.
After working hard for more than ten minutes, Zhang Cheng handed the shovel to Li Qiming behind him, signaling him to continue.
They just kept digging and inching forward.
cold!
It's so cold it's chilling to the bone!
Wrapped in a thick quilt, Liu Zhongren couldn't stand it any longer and poked his head out from under the covers. The cold wind stung his eyes as he looked towards the front of the line.
Zhang Weiguo, who was carrying him, noticed the movement on his back, turned around and said, "Comrade Liu, you'd better shrink back, or you'll catch a cold!"
Looking at Zhang Weiguo's face covered in snowflakes, Liu Zhongren felt a pang of sadness and pulled his head back under the covers.
"Er Gouzi—Er Gouzi!"
Just then, from the back of the group, Uncle Han suddenly shouted in a shrill voice, "Er Gouzi, Lao Hong on my back... he's not moving!!!"
Uncle Han's voice was trembling and choked with sobs.
Zhang Cheng suddenly turned around, looked towards Uncle Han, and shouted back, "Uncle! Calm down! Don't scare yourself, Uncle Hong will be fine!"
The tears that Old Han had just shed were frozen into ice crystals and stuck to his face.
He knew in his heart that Lao Hong had probably really gone.
Although Lao Hong was wrapped in a quilt, his body was still upright when he was carried on his back, but now he was limp and slumped to one side, as if he had no bones.
Zhang Cheng was also extremely anxious, but he still had to say the right thing. At this moment, he really couldn't afford to panic.
In this godforsaken place, even the slightest commotion could lead to trouble.
Sudden!
A slight tremor ran through Zhang Cheng's feet. He jerked his head up, his eyes instantly filled with terror, and roared with all his might, "Get down! All of you get down!!!"
Everyone reacted quickly. Hearing Zhang Cheng's shout, they knew something was wrong and pounced on the mountain path without thinking.
"Boom—!!!"
A deafening roar, like a thousand horses charging down a mountain, came through.
The snow was too thick and hadn't frozen solid...an avalanche occurred!
The thick, white snow, like a celestial river pouring down, rolled down the hillside hundreds of meters away with a thunderous roar.
Zhang Cheng lay tightly on the ground, feeling the entire mountain path shaking, his ears filled with the terrifying roar, and he was in excruciating pain.
He looked up and stared intently at the snow dragon tumbling down in the distance, cursing inwardly that he had really hit the jackpot.
It took more than ten minutes for the noise to gradually subside.
Zhang Cheng struggled to his feet, looked at the mountain path in the distance that was completely covered by thick snow, gritted his teeth, picked up a shovel, and walked forward step by step.
Zhang Da Tou and the others also got up, their faces pale with fright. If they had walked a few hundred meters further, they would definitely be buried in the snow by now.
Old Uncle Lang, who was being carried on Zhang Datou's back, poked his head out from under the covers. His face was pale, and his eyes were full of exhaustion and pain. His voice was weak and hoarse as he called out, "Little ones, don't... don't risk your lives for us old bones. Go back, all of you go back. If we really drag you down with us, we won't have the face to face our ancestors even when we get to the afterlife."
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