On the other side, Yang Xiaotao and his group followed Xu Mingying, stepping on the scattered soil and tiles and moving forward quickly.

Many people around were crying, and some were calling for help.

In the front left, a group of people were lying on a pile of rubble, digging hard into the dirt.

Yang Xiaotao looked over and saw that among them, most of a person's body was buried in the soil.

People around were shouting and yelling, digging out the soil with their hands, moving bricks away, until the person was dragged out.

The buried person groaned softly, but this sign of survival still caused everyone to burst into exclamations of surprise.

Perhaps, doing the right thing against the impermanence of black and white and still succeeding has become their only persistence in grief.

die

"Why are there earthquakes?"

Xu Mingying shed tears as she walked.

I have seen too many scenes like this.

People who lost their homes sat aside in a daze.

People who have lost their loved ones cry and grieve silently.

And all this happened overnight.

"We have just lived a stable life, why, why is this happening?"

The voice seemed to be asking them, but also seemed to be asking about the world.

Unfortunately, no one gave her the answer.

The relationship between man and nature can never be explained clearly.

It can be the mother that gives birth to civilization and raises people, or it can become the devil that destroys everything.

Gurgling streams gather into rivers and lakes, nourishing all things.

The ferocious river water floods and causes disasters, but it can destroy the heaven and the earth.

As time goes by, the relationship between human beings and nature remains unclear.

We can only make each other's way of survival a habit, so that we can have more of a tacit understanding.

Survival of the fittest is what it is.

Xu Mingying was still talking, but her pace quickened a bit.

Yang Xiaotao followed behind, with Wangcai beside him sticking out his tongue and looking at the ruins around him from time to time.

In my heart, Xiaowei's voice sounded, "Master, there are many people here."

Yang Xiaotao said nothing and continued to move forward.

He's afraid to stop...

Seeing that her master was silent, Xiaowei could only ask Wangcai to follow him quickly.

No. 1 Machinery Factory, factory area.

Secretary Peng was so anxious that he was wandering around, and the people around him were busy coming up with ideas and solutions.

"Secretary, we found some wood and steel pipes."

"Okay, hurry up and put it on the shelf carefully."

Secretary Peng saw it and quickly urged him.

It's already noon. If it continues any longer, not to mention these two old men over fifty, even the middle-aged young man won't be able to hold on!

I’m anxious!

After hearing this, everyone hurriedly stepped forward to prop up the wood on the wall. Others brought ropes first, and after the bottom was reinforced, they were ready to go up and rescue people.

"Gong Chen, Gong Pang, are you okay?"

Secretary Peng shouted quickly while everyone was getting ready, wanting to ask about the situation inside.

This time four people came down from the machine shop to help, and they were of great help.

Not only did the machine tool have been repaired, but I also gave them a lot of guidance from the factory, so the task was successfully completed.

But who would have thought that something like this would happen.

Half of the factory building collapsed, and the damage to machinery and materials was quite heavy.

Fortunately, the manpower is not large at the moment.

But it's only temporary. If something happens to the two people inside, four of them show up, and half of them are gone. How will they explain it to the machinery factory?

Now, no matter what, we must rescue the people here.

Wang Yong, a seventh-level fitter who followed him to Shicheng, also shouted in disgrace.

"Old Chen, Old Pang, you heard a reply!"

"Hold on, we will save you right away!"

"Hold on!"

Wang Yong shouted, picked up a piece of wood and rushed forward.

At this time, Chen Bin and Pang Guo had stopped shouting. The two of them were leaning together, waiting for the final moment to come.

They already know the current situation.

The load-bearing wall on the first floor may collapse at any time. People below dare not come forward and have no other way to get close.

And they know their own situation.

Their bodies have become numb after being curled up for a long time, and their breathing is not smooth. If they continue to be weak, they will not be able to hold on for long.

Moreover, the two of them had to support the table with their hands, otherwise they would not have to support it if the table collapsed.

In the dark night, the two could not see each other clearly, but they could see each other's fear from their breathing.

"Old Chen..."

Pang Guo opened his mouth and his voice was too faint to detect, but in this closed environment, the sound of breathing could be heard.

"Old Pang, stop talking and save your energy..."

Chen Bin put his shoulder against the table and closed his eyes tightly.

"I, listen, someone is calling us..."

"I, I know!"

"My voice is hoarse..."

The two simply communicated, then moved their bodies slightly, but there was no response to the shouts from outside!

"Old Chen, I can't hold on any longer!"

Pang Guo spoke in a weak voice. He felt that his body had lost consciousness, especially the half of his body that was supporting the table.

Moreover, half of the table legs have been broken off.

Now, it's up to him to hold on.

He knew that once he fell, both of them would die!

He cannot fall, not only for himself, but also for the sake of his brothers!

"Old Pang, give it to me, hold on!"

Chen Bin opened his eyes and couldn't see clearly in the dark space. He stretched out his hand to touch the other person.

"Lao Pang, Lao Pang..."

"Right now, I'm saved, hold on..."

Chen Bin poked hard, but the other party didn't respond.

"Old Chen, old..."

"I can't stand it anymore!"

"No, you can..."

…

Just when the two of them were exchanging words after a while, outside, busy people were already pushing wooden heads against the wall!

"Secretary, will it be inside?"

The people around him couldn't hear what was going on inside, so they spoke carefully.

The situation I learned last time was not optimistic.

Secretary Peng's red eyes stared at the house not far away, and his heart skipped a beat.

But again, as the saying goes, if you want to see someone alive, you will see a corpse if you die.
To be continued...