Chapter 900 "Scale Man" (Twenty-One)

As if to intensify the audience's tension, a rapid melody begins weakly, and by the time it is realized, it has completely exploded.

As the days passed, Yan Bing and others made detours, the Rui tribe recuperated, and the atmosphere of outward aggression and internal construction was in sharp contrast. Although there were more people on the Rui side, "peace" was invisibly weak in perception. Some of them also made the audience more worried that the tranquility and harmony would be broken.

Snap.

The first raindrops began to fall.

Within a few seconds, the patter of rain grew from small to loud, and in an instant it was pouring heavily. The children who were playing outside and writing on the ground with branches were urgently called back by their adults. After running a few steps, the ground under their feet had already turned muddy, leaving a series of muddy footprints.

The raindrops fell hard and formed into thin rain lines, flowing along the veins of the leaves. The grass was also wet, and the soil that had not been renovated and flattened was carved into ditches by the rain.

Pan Hong piloted the mecha to retrieve the last few people who were working in the fields and could not rush back to their houses in time. When they stopped to rest, the rain curtain was already extremely thick, and the surrounding visibility was no more than five meters.

"Why did it rain so heavily all of a sudden?" He wondered, flying to his house and landing by the window.

"elder brother!"

There was a cluster of fire in Panqing's palm.

The sudden heavy rain caused the temperature to drop sharply. Although it was not so cold that the breath was white from the mouth, it still made people shiver uncontrollably. It was clear that these scale people could only withstand high temperatures but not cold and damp. This was consistent with the human condition.

"Don't stick your head out, it's raining heavily outside!" Pan Hong controlled the mecha and made a gesture of reaching out to stop him.

"Okay." Panqing nodded obediently, letting the flames float in the air while typing on the keyboard trying to contact Rui and others.

"...No, it's raining too much and the signal is super poor."

Panhong's mecha was originally a mobile signal tower, but even so, Panqing's computer cluster was still running slowly. She frowned and had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Brother! Go find--"

Before Panqing could say the word "Rui", Rui and his heavy motorcycle flew over from afar. Under the heavy rain, Lian Rui's flames were much weaker than before. He landed hastily, and the motorcycle dispersed into flames. The rain curtain opened in an instant, and was quickly covered by the shower.

"Something is wrong."

Rui's voice was wrapped in scales. His breathing was a little rapid, but his tone was calm, "It is very likely to be another natural disaster."

"What?" Pan Hong was shocked.

They have been in exile for so long and finally found a safe place to live. Now everything is finally on track, but natural disasters are following them?

"ah!"

Just as she was stunned, Panqing's calculation results jumped out, and she let out a low cry, feeling her hands and feet go cold.

"It's a storm surge without warning."

Panqing said with a trembling voice, "We are in autumn now, and there is a big river around us. There are heavy rains and autumn floods... Oops! We need to evacuate quickly!"

The fire that was lingering around her began to vibrate erratically with a "hoo" sound, showing her inner unrest.

"If the rain continues like this and the water level rises, we will most likely encounter... a major flood!"

Pan Hong and Rui were both shocked. The former's pupils trembled and he asked subconsciously:

"Can't we stop it? Everyone has been settled for several months and the houses have been built!"

"No." Panqing was already crying unconsciously as he spoke, "Even if we survive this time, there may be another huge cold disaster in winter. Floods freeze, blizzards fall, and wild animals hibernate... We always We can't let all the people burn themselves to keep warm..."

Her words were like a heavy hammer hitting Panhong and Rui's heart. Rui looked stern and the words squeezed out from between his teeth:

"Prepare the container."

"Rui!" Pan Hong's breathing became tight, "...Okay, I understand."

He quickly carried out the order, and Rui rushed through the pouring rain with the light of fire. He first went to look for Apo and Aliu, and then the more mobile people went to inform people from door to door.

"What?!"

"This...how is this possible?"

"Are you really leaving again?"

Panic and fear quickly spread among the tribal people. No one wanted to believe it. Everyone's first reaction was to resist, because this was a piece of land that had been found with great difficulty. Everyone thought that this was the end of the run, and it was the end of the journey. An ideal new world that returns to harmony and order.

Even Rui's throat moved again and again, asking Dr. Carter and Panqing to continue their calculations to find the possibility of staying.

The hope that was rarely raised was shattered by natural disasters again at this time. People in the tribe were panicked. Every family sighed and packed their luggage reluctantly, with sad and sad faces.

Amber and other scale people did not believe in evil, so they rushed out and tried their best to use the flames to block the rain, and soon they were all drowned like drowned rats. Fortunately, he accepted the reality and was persuaded by his family to go back. But he refused to accept it and knelt in the muddy wet land and screamed at the sky under the wash of the heavy rain. He was unwilling and unwilling to believe the fact that "rain from heaven extinguishes fire."

Yan Bing's group had an equally hard time hiding in the cave. If they hadn't still had a trace of plundering thoughts, some of them would have been unable to restrain themselves and attacked their companions.

The heavy rain continued for three days and three nights. When Dr. Carter raised his head from the dense analysis report, his vision went dark, and Pan Hong quickly supported him with quick eyes and hands.

She was panting, her expression was sad, and she looked more painful than the others.

"It's a belated disaster."

Dr. Carter said tremblingly, "The previous high temperature melted the distant snow-capped mountains and the water level rose. The climate we thought was suitable was just a transitional period between two consecutive massive natural disasters..."

Dr. Carter's words completely extinguished the flames of luck in everyone's hearts. Pan Hong's eardrums buzzed, as if all the sounds were far away.

He couldn't believe that the cultivation and construction over the past few days would be wiped out in an instant. He found it even harder to accept that the homes and people's hearts that had been rebuilt after untold hardships would be destroyed by the unreasonable God.

Human power...

Is it really that weak?

According to Dr. Carter, with scorching heat in summer and ice and snow in winter, everyone can only flee along the road and survive during the period of natural disasters?

People should be plants, not duckweed.

This time we put down everything to save our lives and leave, what about next time?

Migratory birds don't have to worry about where to stay, but people, going back and forth and traveling long distances, are as difficult as climbing to heaven for the old, young, sick and disabled people in the team.

Rui pushed Pan Hong's arm to make him come back to his senses from his breathless appearance, and turned around to summon the tribe's leaders to go back and inform the people.

The order to migrate again spread quickly. The next day, the torrential rain did not stop, and the strong wind joined the great change of heaven and earth. The giant trees growing in the wild were all broken in half, not to mention the crops in the fields.

Those crops were originally genetically modified species brought by New Century City. The advantage is that they can grow and mature quickly as long as they are nutritious regardless of the seasons. Everyone thought that they could harvest full grains in another month, but they suddenly encountered a disaster at the critical moment.

The settlement, which is not too large in area, was in turmoil. In the mountains, Yan Bing and others were blown dizzy as soon as they stuck their heads out.

Suddenly, a loud noise that was not sure whether it was "kaka" or "huala" came from far away. Yan Bing turned his head in surprise and saw a huge flood carrying rocks and broken wood pouring down like an avalanche. It only took a moment to shorten the distance between them and the vast water.

"It's a mountain torrent!" Yan Bing screamed.

His words seemed to alarm the gods above the nine heavens, and the fierce flashes of lightning pierced through the heavy clouds. A few seconds later, the sound of lightning exploded in everyone's ears, causing them to temporarily lose their hearing. There was a buzzing sound in their ear canals. Their bodies, which were already soaked by the rain, seemed to be frozen, and a terrifying coldness permeated the gaps between their bones.

The long-term hunger and the might of the natural disaster completely ignited the leader's shaky nerves. He was extremely angry and rushed to the Yan soldiers first.

The storm completely covered the shrill screams and the strong smell of blood. A piece of stump flew out from an inconspicuous place, and the Yan soldiers were torn into pieces by the others in anger.

But after venting, the mountain where the group of people were located collapsed and shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the turbulent torrents washed over them. Soon, several corpses were seen floating on the water, and the pieces of meat that had not been chewed yet floated with the water, and a scarlet color spread around.

The flash flood swallowed their bodies, but still could not cleanse their sinful souls.

Pan Hong's heart jumped suddenly when the surging flood came.

"Go!"

He roared, and rushed to the front in the mecha.

That's right, even if he was ready to embark on the journey of exile again, even if most of the people with low combat effectiveness had already stayed in the closed container with their luggage, Rui still decided to give it a try.

If the flood can really be blocked, or the loss is not as big as imagined, then this is their victory!

"We must try!" Pan Hong fought hard at that time, and Rui agreed with his proposal.

This is a new home built by everyone. Everyone has a deep affection for this land and is willing to do their best to protect it.

Mechas, scales, and mechanical beasts, either flying or running, are connected in a line from a distance, and each uses tricks to deal with the rapidly rising and falling flood peaks.

Compared with the huge body of water, this line of defense composed of manpower is like an ant against an elephant's leg.

The blazing flames exploded, followed by a light shield with a tortoise shell pattern.

The scale people, the humans driving mechas and mechanical beasts, all fought hard without exception. The flames burned wildly, the laser mouth vibrated and hummed, Rui rode a heavy motorcycle to the ground from a high altitude, and the tires scratched a deep mark on the muddy ground. The surging wall of fire rushed up to the sky, condensing the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas and moving straight forward, like a burning giant dam, a gap was poured, and new flames were immediately laid.

After him, many relatively slender scales were suspended in the air, and they quickly urged the flames to pounce on the obstacles carried by the mountain torrents, like a team of precision snipers, burning the earth slopes, gravel, broken wood and animal carcasses, and solving the hidden dangers of the frontline flood fighters in advance.

In the screening room, the audience who watched for the first time never expected that the final result was not a clichéd decisive battle between the pros and cons, but that people once again resisted the disaster of heaven and earth.

This time, they no longer tried to flee, but stood here fearlessly, facing the natural disaster with fearless courage and heroic spirit of sacrifice!

With a "boom", the turbulent and fierce water flow broke through a corner of the fire wall, and the scale man guarding there was instantly carried several meters away by the giant snake-like water column, but before the audience could react, someone immediately retreated to his side, and several people gathered together, half using their bodies and half using fire to resist the invading flood again.

However, even if there were more than two thousand scale people fighting at this time, the wrath of heaven was still the wrath of heaven, and the destructive force poured down, and many people were washed away, like a blue-black brick wall collapsed.

"I'm going to fight you!"

A roar erupted from the crowd behind the wall of fire. The scaled people who were repeatedly knocked down stood up again and again, regardless of the piercing coldness of their bodies and the surging blood in their chests, and still controlled the flames to face the difficulties.

So what if the fire is extinguished? I still have scales on my body, and I can continue to burn!

One after another, the scaled people in the wall of people roared and burned themselves. Everyone forgot Rui's pre-war instructions that "if you are really powerless, retreat in time to save your strength". Under the extreme fear and trembling, everyone burst out from the bottom of their hearts and bones. A strong sense of unyielding.

Our relatives are still behind us! Our homes are still behind us!

Give me - hold it -!

The rolling water surged rapidly, as if the Milky Way was pouring back, and the whole waterfall hit the ground. The broken roar and the abruptly stopped encouragement were intertwined, and the flood was swift and fierce, breaking through the light shield deployed by Pan Hong and others, and even breaking through Rui's fire wall as the last line of defense.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Mao Cheng's self-immolation was extinguished. He was washed far away. He looked back subconsciously and saw the turbulent water rushing mercilessly behind him. There was a stone house there, tall and imposing, with a stone tablet with the word "Xu" printed in front of it.

"Get away!"

His scales, which were broken and even softened and curled up at the edges, suddenly burned again. The warning sound of collapse accompanied by the bursting flames was like a meteor across the sky, and it fell to the ground before the flood arrived.

"Get away! Don't touch my home!"

Mao Cheng's heartbreaking cry resounded through the dark sky covered by dark clouds, and the audience in the screening room were shocked at the same time.

Then, the door of the container opened, and Yazhuo stumbled out, facing the strong wind, the heavy rain, and the roaring flood, and firmly grasped Mao Cheng's arm.

Then, more people rushed out. They were teachers who taught children and teenagers to read and write, old farmers who knew how to farm by just twisting the soil, Pan Qing who was protected first because of his technical ability, and Cheng Ying who was still obsessed with raising silkworms and reeling silk a few days ago.

More and more people came.

They had no mechas, and they couldn't gather scales. When their legs stepped into the turbid water that was higher than their knees, there was a wet sound.

They had nothing, but they rushed up and jumped down, "plop plop" like dumplings, holding hands and leaning against each other without hesitation, being beaten to the ground by the surging waves, but like an extremely tough rattan rope, even if it was crooked, it was still connected.

Don't touch my home.

Don't touch my home.

Don't touch my home!

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