Dark Blood Age

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Turbid flood peaks rolled in from afar and slowly retreated from the hillsides, revealing two hours later a muddy shallow water trail between the two hills leading to the western hills.

With continuous rainfall and growing water, the low-lying area is already an ocean and the route to the second position has thus become tortuous, passing through the westerly hills to the north, entering the central highland corridor, turning southwest all the way and rushing overnight to Kelvin City, adjacent to the second position.

In the plan, there should be no problem as long as there is no large-scale flood barrier at the rate of blood warhorses.

Riding Hongfeng just retreated, Chu Yunsheng could not dare to delay. On a single order, seventeen blood rides immediately on horseback, organizes his belongings, rains heavily, tramples on shallow water, and rushes west.

At the urging of the master, the horses burst into a low hiss, their heads rapidly accelerating, layers smashing into dense rain lines, like a bloody arrow into the rainy world, whistling through narrow gray canyons.

Deputy Mayor Chris led the victims and tried to follow them behind the Chu Yun Sheng Blood Cavalry, following them out of Little Emilis Mountain and fleeing to a refugee camp where food was possible.

Waiting for the government to rescue was no longer realistic, and Chris and his neighbors in the town lost faith in the possibility of rescuing and waited until they were dead, fleeing to the west coast, avoiding flooding even if they could not reach the camp, which was, after all, higher in the west than in the centre of the east.

But Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry was too fast, as lightning emitted out of the canyon, after entering the hilly area, a war horse was still flat and healthy, Chris and others could not keep up, because of the previous conflict between the two sides, there was no way to ask for help, only to look at the water flowers sprinkled by 19 strong horses in the distance.

However, they finally had a little bit of luck as they marched down the hill towards the plateau, where they encountered a larger fleeing crowd from Saint Louis, the largest city in northern Missouri.

The black-pressed crowd, dense and numb, like ants on the ground, towing households, countless bags of size, Chris stood on a vulture post looking at, gazing at the tongues, crowded crowds flooding, at least 100,000 people, not yet in sight, already boiling, noisy and confusing.

The city of Saint Louis is where they fought the other day to go. The big city always gave people a sense of security. Although he had decided to go further west to downtown Kelvin, he hurried forward and got more amazing news, the Mississippi River was dying!

The burgeoning river washed down all the lines of defense and flooded the city. More than 2 million people persisted for less than two days and had to flee the city and their homes in the face of floods that were only rising.

The first evacuation was also organized. They followed Highway 44, southwest down the road, to St. Clair's City on the way, scattered with the local refugees, couldn't reorganize, the floods in the Missouri River between East and West of the Chen mainland rose, attacked from the north, rolled down, swept them all away at once, rarely came here in confusion, just stood on the heels on a hill in front, compared the map, learned to the edge of the hill, and ready to turn to the west to escape.

Compared to Chris et al., refugees from St. Louis City carry a large amount of food because of previous organizations, everyone, including children, and because it is summer, although rain falls on them or freezes to death in water, many foods are also close to decay and deterioration because of temperature and humidity, but for Chris et al., who have nothing to eat, they can only exchange valuable items from these people for these rapidly deteriorating foods to save their lives and those of their children from extreme hunger.

In the midst of the turmoil, the news was worth a thousand gold, and the beautiful Chris used the news that Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry had passed as a selling point to mysteriously combine the fangs he had seen with ancient legends, along with the massive floods of the sky, as evidence of the several blood corpses that Chu Yunsheng had killed himself but failed to deal with, to fabricate an astonishing secret of his own speculation, to acquire the helpless belief of the headless St. Louis City refugees, in exchange for many sealed packages of fresh food.

After filling his stomach, under Chris's leadership, the original refugees joined the subsequent refugees into a huge influx of people who crossed the mountains, crossed into Auckla, headed toward Kelvin City, New Mexico, or fled.

In fact, the western coastline is higher in the north and lower in the south, with New Mexico at the southernmost tip of the United States likely already flooded in low-lying areas, but these refugees need a more supportive goal than in distant northern Oregon and Iowa to be able to see a promising goal in a devastating flood, even if it is linked to those raging teeth.

The further west we go, the more refugees we encounter. In the beginning, a hundred thousand people, after entering Oklahoma, swell rapidly. More and more people join in, pushing the number straight to 500,000. At this time, everyone flees in vain, but whenever we see large troops, no matter where the people in front go, we just know to follow others, don't worry about why, anyway, we all go forward, we must have some kind of internal news, which must make sense to go there.

Chris' position also rose along the way, from a small deputy mayor, more than a thousand temporary organizers, after crossing the central city of Homer in Oklahoma, gradually became the leader of the refugee corps behind the dragon, miraculously avoiding several super floods along the way, making him more mythical, initially just to deceive some much-needed food and medicine lies, a few days of kung fu did not arrive, blackmailed by rumors, became a well-founded belief in the fleeing corps.

With the exception of those close to the original 1,000 + small towns, the follow-on refugees came with the saying that as long as they followed Lucky Chris like a street lamp, they would surely survive.

At this time, for those who had just escaped the flood, whether they were senior government officials, family members of a major consortium, or Hollywood celebrities, there was an urgent need for a temporary rely, and ordinary people, more than ever, needed a spiritual pillar to follow, and Chris' coincidence appeared in this position, and even with better people joining the long fleeing team, his reputation could not be shaken at this moment.

As a result, there are also incredible groups of elites gathered around Chris, government officials, geography professors, meteorologists, oceanographers, etc., who are temporarily unable to replace the position of Lucky Chris as a street lamp in the refugee's heart, and who have fled for their own lives, strangling their brains to do everything possible to devise a plan, based on geological traces, on rainfall and terrain, based on the distribution of roads and towns, in the flooded marshes, to find a path of desperate encounter, one after the other, to take the refugees through the disaster of extinction.

But the refugees didn't know that, and all they knew was that the lucky Chris was leading them, that was enough.

Hope is in sight. Confidence returns to the refugee community. The more fame Chris has gained, the stronger he gets, the more elites he gathers around him, the more refugees he has, the more people he plots, organizes management teams, and blindly follows. Under the cycle of mutual growth, his reputation soars from day to day, reaching almost the level of a mythical savior among some of the lower ordinary refugees.

Even Chris himself didn't expect things to develop so incredibly, but he was already a tiger rider, just trying to clarify what was happening at the time, and he couldn't help it, he had formed a team with prototypes around him, these people were all top notch elites, knowing that he was making up lies, and because of the circumstances, he propagated and advocated for him, like nails, nailed to death on a board, becoming a definite thing.

But he didn't think at the time, and the elite team around him later thought that Chu Yunsheng “took” them was actually a dead end.

Unlike Chu Yunsheng's Blood Cavalry Team, Chu Yunsheng has enough speed and mobility to race against Hung Feng, and the Blood Warhorse has enough endurance to guarantee the ultimate victory of the race.

Between Hongfeng and Hongfeng, Chu Yunsheng can carry seventeen blood riding lightning plug, take advantage of brief water flow intermittent period, in tortuous detour, can still keep high speed through low-lying flooded area.

Chris, they couldn't do it, their team gradually approached the million level from more than half a million, and the long and prolonged crowd, if they were to penetrate Hung Feng like Chu Yunsheng, would only die, so they had to use walkie-talkies that didn't require a base station to communicate with each other, they needed to use professors' brains to analyze the roads, they needed to use officials to organize the segmentation and sequencing of the teams, they needed people familiar with the water nature as a contingency reserve, they needed professional engineers to build temporary floats and roadbridges, and they needed too many resources...

If Chu Yunsheng is using the speed and power of violence to forcibly cross flood-prone areas, Chris, they are using all the limits of knowledge and wisdom, using all the resources available around them, with the principles and abilities of modern organizations, dancing carefully like giant elephants in a knife-tipped flood.

Unlike Chu Yun, who rises extremely fast and flimsily, but can only take more than a dozen of his blood rides, Ricks and Chu Yunsheng's blood cavalry, though slow as snails, can take hundreds of thousands of refugees.

The huge gap between a dozen and hundreds of thousands is as striking as two extremes.

Although Chris knew that Chu Yunsheng was in front of him, Chu Yunsheng did not know that they were actually following him. After leaving Little Emilis Mountain, he had not stopped hoofing. He was allowed to sleep only three hours a day, pushing day and day. Fortunately, the rain was continuous, shielding the daylight, and the blood family had undergone his cultivation to barely support daylight travel.

He encountered a number of American refugees along the way, and all the lightning bolts passed with them, except for the occasional killings of bandits who were robbing them and the disappearance of blood tribes.

Blood rides usually rest for three hours at noon during the day, then advance at full speed at night. In order to speed up, every night, the blood clan and the blood-class warhorse stir up their fangs, emit full body strength, speed up the Mercedes-Benz once, shady breath, pale faces, red eyes… scare the refugees who meet them at night. When Chris's army comes to collect these refugees, those who have seen Chuyun ascend the blood-class cavalry, unexpectedly, suddenly realize, immediately believe in the secrets circulating in this large army, even personally add oil and vinegar, push the boost, and increase the fame of Streetlight Chris.

Chris and his team “shared” the “welfare” of the hearts and minds left behind by Chu Yunsheng's 17 blood rides all the way, leading a dragon-like group of hundreds of thousands of refugees still “dancing” in the low-lying areas of Oklahoma, where the iron hooves of the bloodbathing horses had stepped onto the cement floor of Kelvin City at dawn three days later.

The flood will soon sweep over after the ponytail of Chu Yunsheng and others. The wind and meal outdoor accommodation successively and suddenly appeared a little tired Butni, looked up at this founded at the foot of the mountain, once beautiful like a garden, now the smoke rolled, screaming four times, full of violence and madness of the city, can not help but slightly move the divine color, slightly sigh.

“Most of our commodities should still be in Warehouse 59 in Kelvin City, where the mob has weapons, so I don't know if Ashley can hold them!” Chu Yunsheng prompted the blood-chemical war immediately before pulling his sword and pointing it at the smoky city area, ordered: “Immediately enter the city, send a message, meet the mob and looters, kill them on the spot! ”

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Today's number one.

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