The crying was miserable and heartbreaking.

Even if it was raining heavily, it was still heard.

Tang Yi was curious and turned his head, and a woman's crying voice came from his ear.

"Let me go back! I beg you guys!"

"Let me go back and die with him!"

"I don't want to live anymore! Let me die, my life is gone!"

Looking in the direction of the screams, a woman covered in mud and water was lying on the ground and struggling.

Five or six villagers held her left and right, crying but didn't say a word, just grabbed him tightly.

“What’s the situation?”

Tang Yi asked the village chief curiously.

What's going on?

"Her children are still at home, but her family has been washed away by mudslides, and they can't go back to their own personalities!"

The village chief sighed, and it was pitiful to speak.

It was raining this morning and I couldn't go to the ground to work, so everyone hid at home.

But this woman went to the field in the rain, and there was no way. Her husband went out to work and fell off the construction site three months ago and fell to death.

Only the orphans and widows were left, and no one did the work in the field, so when she was just over the month old, she left her child at home and pulled weeds in the rain.

After all, life has to be lived, and the mother and son have to survive. She endured the grief of her husband's death. She was determined to raise the child.

Unexpectedly, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was too heavy, so she went to the villagers' house to shelter from the rain.

But I didn't expect that the earthquake happened at this moment.

The heavy rain poured down, and the earth twisted back and forth. Although it was daytime, it was already white outside.

Everything came too suddenly, so suddenly that everyone had no time to react.

Everyone fled from the house in a panic, but fortunately the earthquake was not big and no houses collapsed.

But the light rain the night before yesterday made the earth completely wet, and the heavy rainfall caused the small earthquake became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The mudslide poured left and right, and the villagers who ran down were surrounded on three sides.

Looking at the mountain behind the village, the cracks formed on it became a sharp sword hanging over their heads.

Once it collapses, the entire valley will probably be filled, and she will have no time to go home.

"Where is her home?"

After hearing what happened, Tang Yi felt nervous and asked hurriedly.

"It's right there, on the high ground to the east of the village!"

The village chief pointed to the village house on the hillside in the distance, and a red-roofed tiled house was her home.

Because her home is independent of the easternmost side, it is still a little far away from other people's homes.

The mudslide pouring down from the top of the mountain just surrounded her home.

The terrain is slightly higher, so the house can avoid being washed down the valley in the first round.

But the heavy rainstorm did not stop, and mudslides mixed with mud and water continued to wash her home.

It was directly separated by mudslides, and the red tiled houses became an isolated island.

It was shaking in the mudslide, and there was still a child who was still in cradle.

But everyone knows that no one can save it. Although the child is innocent, natural disasters are ruthless.

The mudslide like a yellow dragon carries the trees and gravel on the mountain.

The millstone sized stone was washed down, but it was even more terrifying than a tank.

Listening to the woman's heart-wrenching cry, Tang Yi knew that this child was her last spiritual pillar.

If the child cannot survive, she may not be able to survive with continuous blows.

"Lin Feng, you continue to carry out the mission here, I'll go up and take a look!"

Looking at the house that could be swallowed by mudslides at any time, Tang Yi could not ignore it.

He said to Lin Feng, who was still waiting for the helicopter, and Tang Yi wiped the rain from his face.

I trotted all the way up the hillside, and the cracked earth under my feet was soft, as if it would slide down at any time.

At this time, Tang Yi's journey against the wind was like dying.

Seeing the green military uniform disappear into the village, everyone was worried about him.

After passing through the street and stepping on the muddy road, Tang Yi, who was moving horizontally, had to spend a lot of effort to climb to the hillside.

In front of him, the huge mudslide blocked his way.

Although the first wave of mudslides has passed, the torrent formed by the rainwater gathers the rainfall on the entire hillside and is still washing the earth.

In the gap of seven or eight meters wide, mud rolled and roared, carrying the horror of death.

During the heavy rain, Tang Yi wiped the rain from his face and took off the rope from his shoulders.

If you want to pass, you can only cross mudslides and not fly, then you can only use ropes.

I found a stone as big as a fist, tied it up with a rope, and waved the rope because the inertia rope began to rotate back and forth.

At this time, the mudslide was repeatedly washing the solid foundation.

Fortunately, this is a new house, and if it were other old houses, they would have collapsed long ago.

But it doesn't mean how long the house can last, and the water flows under the exposed foundation.

Once, twice, three times.

He kept throwing ropes toward the house, but none of them were fixed on it.

Finally, Tang Yi, who had not given up, threw out the rope for the sixth time, and the rope tied with stones hung the beam on the roof and hung it on it.

After pulling the rope hard and making sure it is strong, Tang Yi fixed the rope to a tree not far away.

In this way, he used ropes to build a life passage in the mudslide.

Tang Yi grabbed the rope with both hands, turned over and put his feet on it, faced the raindrops, crossed his arms and slid towards the opposite side bit by bit.

In the storm, Tang Yi's life on the rope was hanging a thread, and the surging mudslides were still roaring towards the bottom of the mountain. If the rope broke, he would be finished.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. When Tang Yi's feet fell on the ground, the villagers at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but shout.

Time is too late, Tang Yi didn't have time to rest, so he rushed to the door and kicked the locked wooden door open.

This is a two-bedroom and one living room, with bedrooms on both sides of the left and right. There is also a portrait in the hall, which is the child's father.

“Wow wow wow wow…”

Without looking, the child's crying made Tang Yi rush directly to the room on the right.

On the crib in the room, the boy who was just over a month old was crying.

After so long, he woke up but did not find his mother. In horror, the baby instinctively cried.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Uncle is here!"

This is definitely the first time Tang Yi has held a child, and he is a baby who has just been in full moon.

When Tang Yi was picked up the little boy, he felt even more nervous than holding an explosive bag.

But now, there was no time to hesitate, so he hurriedly wrapped him up with a small quilt.

Suddenly, a shaking almost made Tang Yi fall down. Tang Yi, who was holding the child, turned around and rushed out.

However, just as he rushed into the yard and was about to return the same way, it was too late.

The house on the side where the rope was originally bound was destroyed by mudslides, and the rope across it was even broken.

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter completed!