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The muddy flood came from the distance and then slowly receded from the hillside. Two hours later, a muddy path appeared between two small mountains, leading to the western hilly area.
The rainstorm was continuous, and the water level was constantly increasing. The low-lying area was already a vast ocean. Therefore, the route to the second stronghold became tortuous. They had to pass through the hills in the north of the west, enter the central plateau corridor, and then turn back all the way to the southwest. Finally, they arrived at Kelvin, which was adjacent to the second stronghold, overnight.
According to the plan, with the speed of the blood horses, as long as they did not encounter a large-scale flood, there should be no problem.
Seeing that the flood had just receded, Chu Yunsheng did not dare to delay any longer. Seventeen blood cavalries immediately got on the horses, packed their belongings, and galloped westward in the heavy rain.
Under the urging of its master, the warhorse let out a low whinny. It raised its head and sped up abruptly, breaking through the layers of dense rain. It was like blood-red arrows that were shot into the world of rain, and as it whistled, it passed through the narrow gray canyon.
The deputy mayor Chris led the disaster victims, trying to follow Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry, to leave the Little Emily Mountain and escape to the refugee camp where there might be food.
It was not realistic to wait for the government to rescue them. Chris and his neighbors had lost confidence in whether there would be any rescue. If they continued to wait, there would only be a dead end. If they fled to the west coastline, even if they did not encounter a refugee camp, they would still be able to avoid the flood. After all, the altitude in the west was higher than that in the east.
But the speed of Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry was too fast. When they got out of the canyon and entered the hilly area, the horses were still running as if they were running on the flat ground. Chris and the others could not keep up with them at all. Because of the previous conflict between the two parties, they could not ask for help. So they could only watch the nineteen horses splashing water in the distance helplessly.
However, they finally got a little bit of luck. When they moved along the hills to the plateau, they encountered a larger group of refugees from St. Louis, the largest city in the north of Missouri.
The dense crowd was like ants on the ground, dragging their families along with them. Chris stood on the vulture's small hill and looked around. He was dumbfounded. The crowd surged forward like a flood. There were at least a hundred thousand people. Even before they arrived, there was already a boiling cauldron of voices. It was incomparably noisy and chaotic.
St. Louis was the place they had been arguing about whether they should go to or not. Big cities always gave people a sense of security. Although he had decided to go to downtown Kelvin, he still hurried to inquire about it. Then he got an even more shocking news. The Mississippi River had burst its banks!
The surging river broke all the lines of defense and poured into the entire city. More than two million people only managed to hold on for less than two days. Facing the flood, they had no choice but to flee the city and their homes.
At first, the evacuation was still organized. This group of people went south and west along Highway 44. When they arrived at St. Clair, they were separated from the local refugees. Before they could reorganize, the flood of the Missouri River, which spanned the east and west of the continent, rose from the north and rolled down. All of a sudden, they were all washed away. They arrived here in a muddled state. When they just stood on a mountain in front of them, they compared the map and knew that they were at the edge of the hills. They were ready to turn around and escape to the west.
Compared to Chris and the others, the refugees from St. Louis were carrying a lot of food on their backs due to their previous organization. Although they wouldn't die from the rain or being soaked in the water, a lot of food would rot due to the high temperature and humidity. However, for Chris and the others who had nothing to eat, the only thing they could do was to exchange their valuables for the food that was about to go bad. That way, they could temporarily keep themselves and their children alive in extreme hunger.
In troubled times, information was very valuable. Chris used the news that Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry had passed by as a selling point. He combined the fangs he saw with the ancient legend, together with the flood, and used the bodies of the vampires that Chu Yunsheng had killed but did not have time to deal with as evidence. He fabricated a shocking secret that he guessed and gained the belief of the refugees in St. Louis. Then he used this to exchange for a lot of sealed fresh food.
After filling their stomachs, under the leadership of Chris, the original refugees merged with the refugees, forming a huge stream of people, crossing the mountains, crossing into Oklahoma, and heading for Kelvin, New Mexico, or in other words, escaping from the disaster.
In fact, the western coastline in the north was higher above sea level, and the terrain in the south was lower. New Mexico was located in the southernmost part of the United States, so it was very likely that the low-lying area had already been flooded. But compared to the far north, Oregon and Iowa, these refugees needed a goal more. A goal that could give them hope in the flood. Even if this goal was associated with those bloody fangs, it didn't matter.
The further west they went, the more refugees they encountered. At first, there were only about 100,000 people, but after entering Okra state, the number of refugees swelled sharply. More and more people joined in, and the number approached the 500,000 mark. At this time, everyone was fleeing in confusion. Whenever they saw a large group, they didn't care where the people in front of them were going. They just followed the others without caring about why. In any case, everyone went forward. They must have received some kind of inside information, so there must be a reason for them to go there.
Chris's status also rose all the way. From a small deputy mayor to a temporary organizer of more than 1,000 people, after crossing the center of Oklahoma, he gradually became the leader of the refugee team that stretched for several kilometers like a giant dragon. Along the way, he miraculously avoided several super large floods, which made him even more mythical. At first, it was just a lie made up to cheat some urgently needed food and medicine, but after a few days, it had become a firm belief among the refugees.
In addition to the original more than 1,000 people near the town, the refugees who followed later spread a sentence: as long as they followed Chris, who was like a street lamp, they would be able to survive.
At this time, for those who had just escaped from the flood, whether they were former senior government officials, family members of a large consortium, or Hollywood celebrities, they all needed a temporary support, and ordinary people needed a spiritual pillar to follow them. Chris's coincidental appearance was the first to take this position. Even if there were more outstanding people joining this long refugee team, at this moment, his reputation could not be shaken.
As a result, a group of outstanding elites gradually gathered around Chris. There were government officials, geography professors, meteorologists, oceanographic experts, and so on. They could not replace Chris's position as a street lamp in the hearts of the refugees. For the sake of their own escape, they racked their brains and tried their best to come up with a plan. Based on the geographical texture, the rainfall, the terrain, and the distribution of towns along the way, they found a path that would allow them to survive in the flooded swamp. Over and over again, they led the refugees to avoid the disaster.
But the refugees did not know these things. They only knew that it was Chris who led them, and that was enough.
Hope appeared in front of them, and confidence returned to the refugees. The reputation of the street lamp Chris became more and more like the sun in the sky, and the more famous he became, the more elites gathered around him, and the more refugees there were, the more people who came up with ideas, organized management teams, and blindly followed him. Under the cycle of growth, his reputation grew by leaps and bounds day by day. Among some of the ordinary refugees, he had almost reached the level of a mythical savior.
Even Chris himself did not expect that things would develop in such an unbelievable way. However, he was already riding a tiger and could not back down. Even if he wanted to clarify the matter at that time, there was no other way. He had already formed an embryonic team around him. These people were all first-class elites. Even though they knew that what he had fabricated was a lie, due to the need of the situation, they still did their best to promote and advocate for him. Like a nail, it was firmly nailed to the board.
But at that time, he did not expect that the elite team around him would realize that the path that Chu Yunsheng "led" them to was actually a dead end.
They were different from Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry team. Chu Yunsheng had enough speed and mobility to race with the flood, and the blood horses had enough endurance to ensure the final victory of the race.
Between the flood and the flood, Chu Yunsheng could lead the seventeen blood cavalry team to weave through the flood like lightning. Taking advantage of the temporary lull in the water flow, they could still maintain a high speed through the floodplain.
Chris and his team couldn't do it. Their team was gradually approaching a million people. If they were to weave through the flood like Chu Yunsheng did, they would only end up dead. Therefore, they needed to use walkie-talkies that did not require a base station to communicate with each other. They needed to use the professors' brains to analyze the route, they needed to use officials to organize the teams, they needed people who were good at swimming to be the backup team, they needed professional engineers to build temporary floating boats and bridges, they needed too many resources.
If Chu Yunsheng was using brute force and speed to force his way through the floodplain, then Chris and his team were using all of their knowledge and wisdom, using all of the resources that they could find, and using the principles and abilities of modern organizations, they were carefully dancing in the middle of the flood like a giant elephant.
The only difference was that Chu Yunsheng's speed was extremely fast, he could easily cross the river and cross the mountain, but he could only carry a dozen blood cavalry team. Compared to Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry team, Rix was as slow as a snail, but he could carry hundreds of thousands of refugees.
The huge difference between a dozen and hundreds of thousands of refugees was like two extremes.
Although Chris knew that Chu Yunsheng was in front of him, Chu Yunsheng didn't know that they were actually following him. Ever since he left Little Emily Mountain, he had never stopped to rest. He was only allowed to sleep for three hours a day, and he had to push forward during the day. Fortunately, it was raining heavily, blocking the sunlight during the day, and the vampires had been modified by his cultivation method.
He met many American refugees along the way, but they all brushed past them as fast as lightning. Other than some bandits who were robbing them, he didn't see any other vampires.
The blood cavalry team usually rested for three hours at noon during the day, and then they would move forward at full speed at night. In order to increase their speed, every time night came, vampires and their blood horses would bare their fangs and use all of their strength to speed up again and again. The gloomy atmosphere, the pale faces, the red eyes … all the refugees who encountered them at night were terrified. When Chris's team finally caught up with these refugees, those people who had seen Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry team before immediately believed the secret that was being spread among this large group of people. They even added fuel to the fire and made the name of Chris even more famous.
Chris and his team "shared" the "welfare" left by Chu Yunsheng and his team. While they were still "dancing" in the low-lying areas of Okra state with hundreds of thousands of refugees, the iron hooves of the blood horses had already set foot on the concrete ground of Kelvin city at dawn three days later.
The flood was just behind the reins of Chu Yunsheng and the others, and it wouldn't take long for it to sweep over. Buterne, who had been living in the open for a long time, looked up at the foot of the mountain, which was once as beautiful as a garden, but now was filled with thick smoke, screams, violence, and madness. She couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Most of our daily supplies should still be in the No. 59 warehouse in Kelvin city. The thugs have weapons in their hands, so I don't know if Ashe can still hold them!" Chu Yunsheng urged the blood horse to move forward, pulled out his sword, and pointed it at the smoky urban area, and ordered, "Enter the city immediately. Pass on the order, if you encounter any thugs or looters, kill them on the spot!"
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Today was the first time.
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