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The two of them quickly climbed up the hillside.
As he passed by, Qian Yining glanced and saw a flower on the roadside.
The flowers trembled and shrank in the dim torchlight, and half of their petals were blown off by the wind and rain.
Qian Yining stopped subconsciously.
Seeing him stop, Xu Qian stopped too: "Brother Yining, what's wrong?"
Qian Yining turned around and smiled. Under the torchlight, his smile was bright and clear: "Nothing, I just thought of my sister."
When his elder sister was a child, she loved picking flowers and wearing them on her head.
The assembly horn sounded from above, and the two men did not stop, but returned to the queue in two steps.
Ji Minghao stood in front and asked everyone to count.
The three thousand Ji family soldiers reported back and forth several times, but the final number they reported was - two thousand nine hundred and fifty-three.
Forty-seven people are missing.
During these six hours, the 3,000 Ji family soldiers rescued 1,073 disaster victims, but only 2,953 returned.
Qinghe County has a population of about 70,000, and now 40,000 of them have been rescued.
Those who are in good health and able to walk have been temporarily resettled in the nearest prefectures and counties under the arrangements of the Crown Prince and the Qinghe County Magistrate.
Those who could not move were recuperating in various garrisons.
And below, there are probably 30,000 more people.
The further we get, the more difficult the rescue will be.
Those who are rescued now are still able to move and shout, but the rest may have fainted in the gaps in the roof and are unconscious.
The vast majority of them have lost their lives.
But even if they are dead bodies, they must be found and salvaged one by one.
Otherwise, the corpses would rot and cause plague, with unimaginable consequences.
There are countless states and counties downstream of this surging river.
Ji Minghao said in a deep voice: "Everyone, check around. Yining, you are responsible for those who are not here..."
Ji Minghao paused.
"It's registered."
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It's dawn.
This was the third day that Ji Yunxi and his group had arrived in Qinghe County, and the second day that the Ji family army had arrived.
Everyone is busy.
A large area of black skin had appeared under the prince's eyes. He and the county magistrate were busy arranging the rescued victims.
He did not hide his identity anymore. Fortunately, the prince's token was still there. He personally wrote letters to the nearby states and counties, asking them to temporarily accommodate the relocated victims and to dispatch more food and supplies.
The prince has been talking so much these days that his throat is sore and he doesn't like to talk anymore.
Even Wu Weian was mechanically fishing out living people and dead bodies.
To this day, Wu Weian still does not have much sympathy in his heart, but from the moment he reached out his hand to the people in the water, he has never stopped reaching out.
It was calm in the morning.
Everyone was on guard at all times, but no sudden assassination attempts were encountered.
But this made everyone more alert, and a lingering solemnity filled the air.
At noon, everyone went upstairs to eat in batches.
After finishing the meal, he came down quickly.
During the meal time, everyone took a break for about a cup of tea.
It would be fine if I didn’t rest. Once I rested and tried to move again, I would feel weak all over and couldn’t exert much strength.
An old woman was sitting among the ruins.
Wu Weian tapped the water's surface with his toes and flew close to the old woman.
He lowered his eyes slightly and calmly made a gesture to reach out to the old woman.
The change happened in an instant!
Around Wu Weian, six people emerged from the water with swords in their hands, pointing directly at Wu Weian who was in the middle.
Not only that, there were several arrows coming towards him from not far away.
Wu Weian drew his sword, waved away the first round of arrows, and then faced the six people who were flying towards him.
Even though Wu Weian was a martial arts master, he was surrounded by six skilled swordsmen, and there were also people with accurate archery skills hiding in the dark and shooting arrows from time to time. He was unable to cope with all of this for a while.
Moreover, Wu Weian keenly felt that the old woman sitting there suddenly opened her arms and pounced on him.
His brows furrowed! He had never imagined that even this old woman was the emperor's person.
After all, he had just checked and found that the old woman had a weak breath and was not a martial artist.
Wu Weian was restrained for a moment, his eyes turned cold, and the true energy in his body was about to burst out.
The old woman grabbed the legs of one of the six swordsmen.
The swordsman was hugged and reacted quickly. With a nimble move of his wrist, the tip of his sword pointed directly at the old woman's hunched back.
Wu Weian quickly seized this moment and directly destroyed the sword formation composed of six people.
Seeing that there was no hope here, the man in the dark quickly dived into the water and disappeared.
Wu Weian killed six swordsmen and did not chase after the archer.
The flood was raging, and there were many ordinary people everywhere.
These swordsmen are good at hiding their figures and are difficult to catch.
He returned to the ruins and flipped the old woman over with the tip of his sword.
The sword pierced the old woman's chest directly. She was old and ugly, and the blood from the wound dried up before it could be shed much.
Her eyes were still open, maintaining the look of death.
Wu Weian took a look, picked up the old woman, put her on a boat specially used for corpses, and left in a hurry without stopping.
The boatman on the corpse boat glanced at the old woman.
The old woman still had a faint smile on her face.
There was no sadness or fear in those cloudy eyes, only peace.
It is the peace that people face when they get older and face life and death.
Death is always coming.
The old woman looked to be in her eighties or nineties, a very old age, and had probably prepared for death a long time ago.
She had deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, probably because she loved to laugh when she was alive.
Even his face before death was so kind.
The boatman put down the oar, walked over, bent down, stretched out his hand, and gently closed the old woman's eyes.
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Just when Wu Weian was facing the siege of six people, Ji Mingyan was faced with the siege of ten people.
Through observation over the past few days, the people in the dark also realized that Ji Mingyan was the weakest among everyone.
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