Chapter 202: Such a big old turtle_l
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Su Qingluo saw him coming, leapt onto the wooden raft, her eyebrows furrowed: There are cries from the other side of the river, maybe there are people who didnt have time to evacuate and are trapped in their homes. We need to hurry over to save them.
Wang Meng was worried: What about the people in the river? More and more people in distress are being washed over.
Master, Ill help you.
Little Kingfisher stood on the shell of a ten-thousand-year-old turtle, fluttering its wings, and drifted down from upstream.
Wow, thats a huge turtle.
Wang Meng stared at the turtle shell as big as a small boat and couldnt help but curse.
Su Qingluos heart leaped for joy: Yiner, you came just in time. You and Jifeng and Jiyu help save people here, and Brother Meng and I will go to the village on the other side of the river.
Alright, leave the rescue to me, and go with ease.
Little Kingfisher cheerfully fluttered its small wings and chirped, commanding the old turtle to swim towards the riverbank and pick up Jifeng and Jiyu.
For the first time, the two imperial shadow guards stood on a turtle shell, an experience they would remember and treasure for the rest of their lives.
With Little Kingfisher saving people in Weishui River, Su Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, used her spiritual power to steady the wooden raft, and Wang Meng, bracing the tree pole, rowed hard, the two of them braved the wind and rain and drifted towards the village on the other side of the river.
The villagers along the riverbanks were used to the floods during the rainy season and had mentally prepared for evacuation, so their escape was relatively timely.
On the contrary, the villages farther from the river had not experienced floods for many years, and did not take it seriously.
Before the flood, the imperial guards from the royal residence obeyed the orders of the two female officials and went door-to-door to mobilize evacuation.
Even so, only a few people evacuated, and some of them were indifferent, gossiping behind their backs and ridiculing the two female officials for their needless worries.
The scope of this flood exceeded previous estimates, and the breach in the upstream of Weishui River caused the raging water to submerge the houses along both banks almost instantly, destroying their low-lying dwellings.
The surging flood, carrying mud, rushed along the mountain path towards the villages in the low-lying terrain.
There was no time for the villagers to flee, and the raging flood had submerged the courtyards, leaving only the red pointed roofs exposed.
Those stranded in their homes climbed onto the eaves, crying in despair as they braved the storm, their desperate cries unanswered in the torrential wind and rain.
Su Oingluo and Wang Meng searched house by house for people according to their cries. Whenever someone fell into the water, they were immediately rescued, and soon the wooden raft was filled with people.
The wooden raft could only carry ten people at a time, so the two had no choice but to take the rescued people to the nearby forest, let them climb the cliffs to safety, and then return to the village for more rescues.
The desperate villagers stranded on the roofs witnessed the wooden raft braving the rain, and they were overcome with gratitude. Some even knelt down on the spot to thank their saviors.
Su Qingluo and Wang Meng naturally refused to accept the villagers kowtows, and they reassured them, took them to the nearest forest, and hurried back to rescue more people without wasting any time.
They went back and forth, losing track of the number of people they saved.
All they knew was that it was getting darker, the lightning was still flashing, the thunder was still rolling, and the rain showed no signs of stopping. Brother Meng, you dont have to row anymore, Ill control the wooden raft.
Wang Meng had innate divine strength, but after rowing from morning till evening, he was also exhausted.
Su Qingluo knew he was extremely tired, took over the tree pole, put it into the water, concentrated her spiritual power in the golden core, and controlled the tree pole, rowing the water in a regular rhythm, propelling the wooden raft forward at high speed.
Wang Meng was extremely exhausted, his arms achingly sore. He lay down on the wooden raft as soon as he let go of the tree pole, too tired to get up..
Chapter 202: Such a big old turtle_l
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Su Qingluo saw him coming, leapt onto the wooden raft, her eyebrows furrowed: There are cries from the other side of the river, maybe there are people who didnt have time to evacuate and are trapped in their homes. We need to hurry over to save them.
Wang Meng was worried: What about the people in the river? More and more people in distress are being washed over.
Master, Ill help you.
Little Kingfisher stood on the shell of a ten-thousand-year-old turtle, fluttering its wings, and drifted down from upstream.
Wow, thats a huge turtle.
Wang Meng stared at the turtle shell as big as a small boat and couldnt help but curse.
Su Qingluos heart leaped for joy: Yiner, you came just in time. You and Jifeng and Jiyu help save people here, and Brother Meng and I will go to the village on the other side of the river.
Alright, leave the rescue to me, and go with ease.
Little Kingfisher cheerfully fluttered its small wings and chirped, commanding the old turtle to swim towards the riverbank and pick up Jifeng and Jiyu.
For the first time, the two imperial shadow guards stood on a turtle shell, an experience they would remember and treasure for the rest of their lives.
With Little Kingfisher saving people in Weishui River, Su Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, used her spiritual power to steady the wooden raft, and Wang Meng, bracing the tree pole, rowed hard, the two of them braved the wind and rain and drifted towards the village on the other side of the river.
The villagers along the riverbanks were used to the floods during the rainy season and had mentally prepared for evacuation, so their escape was relatively timely.
On the contrary, the villages farther from the river had not experienced floods for many years, and did not take it seriously.
Before the flood, the imperial guards from the royal residence obeyed the orders of the two female officials and went door-to-door to mobilize evacuation.
Even so, only a few people evacuated, and some of them were indifferent, gossiping behind their backs and ridiculing the two female officials for their needless worries.
The scope of this flood exceeded previous estimates, and the breach in the upstream of Weishui River caused the raging water to submerge the houses along both banks almost instantly, destroying their low-lying dwellings.
The surging flood, carrying mud, rushed along the mountain path towards the villages in the low-lying terrain.
There was no time for the villagers to flee, and the raging flood had submerged the courtyards, leaving only the red pointed roofs exposed.
Those stranded in their homes climbed onto the eaves, crying in despair as they braved the storm, their desperate cries unanswered in the torrential wind and rain.
Su Oingluo and Wang Meng searched house by house for people according to their cries. Whenever someone fell into the water, they were immediately rescued, and soon the wooden raft was filled with people.
The wooden raft could only carry ten people at a time, so the two had no choice but to take the rescued people to the nearby forest, let them climb the cliffs to safety, and then return to the village for more rescues.
The desperate villagers stranded on the roofs witnessed the wooden raft braving the rain, and they were overcome with gratitude. Some even knelt down on the spot to thank their saviors.
Su Qingluo and Wang Meng naturally refused to accept the villagers kowtows, and they reassured them, took them to the nearest forest, and hurried back to rescue more people without wasting any time.
They went back and forth, losing track of the number of people they saved.
All they knew was that it was getting darker, the lightning was still flashing, the thunder was still rolling, and the rain showed no signs of stopping. Brother Meng, you dont have to row anymore, Ill control the wooden raft.
Wang Meng had innate divine strength, but after rowing from morning till evening, he was also exhausted.
Su Qingluo knew he was extremely tired, took over the tree pole, put it into the water, concentrated her spiritual power in the golden core, and controlled the tree pole, rowing the water in a regular rhythm, propelling the wooden raft forward at high speed.
Wang Meng was extremely exhausted, his arms achingly sore. He lay down on the wooden raft as soon as he let go of the tree pole, too tired to get up..
