On the opposite side of the construction site, the lights were bright, and bulldozers and road rollers were working at the same time. In just a few minutes, a road was built, and all the workers inside ran this way carrying their luggage.
Chen Ninghui and her colleagues didn't have time to ask why they were suddenly able to leave. They quickly ran over to organize the scene in the dim light of dawn. More than two hundred people, men, women and children, all hurried away happily, and they were finally able to go home.
After a day and night of brutal fighting, the West Market now looks like a dead city. There are dilapidated and smoking buildings everywhere. None of the cars parked on the street are intact, and there are several corpses that have not been cleaned up in time. They were lying on the street, and it was impossible to tell whether they were the official army or the rebel army.
The expressions of Song Jingye and Teacher Zhang were very tense. Only when Chen Ning returned did she learn that the West City was still falling. After fighting for a whole day and night, the Zhengfu army did not win.
If the fight continues like this, the front will only get longer and longer, and early in the morning is when the rebels are most exhausted and their defenses are weakest. Only at this time is the best time to evacuate.
Otherwise, once the support from the surrounding cities arrives after dawn, it will be even more difficult for them to evacuate.
Song Jingye drove in front and led the way. This road was patrolled yesterday and was a relatively safe route. Chen Ning returned and Teacher Zhang was in the same car with him.
Behind their car was a car carrying compatriots, and at the end was a car of Chinese troops.
As we drove along, the car was eerily quiet. The sun gradually rose from the east and shone grayly on this land. This dead city seemed to be slowly injected with a trace of life. Refugees appeared on both sides of the street from time to time, watching helplessly. They drove off together.
We are about to leave the West Market. As long as we drive a few kilometers further, we will reach a safe zone. The more we do at this time, the more nervous we become.
Chen Ninghui almost held her breath, waiting to pass the inspection checkpoint in front of her. She was about to arrive.
There was a loud bang from behind their car, and the car bumped high before falling back to the ground.
It was the sound of an explosion that she was familiar with. She and Teacher Zhang looked back one after another. There was thick smoke billowing from behind. One of the cars carrying compatriots had its tires blown out by bomb fragments. The car made an emergency stop, and there was a harsh brake sound, accompanied by After the car body rotated 180 degrees, it parked crookedly on the side of the road. The screams of the compatriots came from inside the car.
The Chinese soldiers who were escorting them at the rear immediately turned back to defend against the rebels who were dropping bombs in the distance.
Song Jingye took a calm look at the fighting behind him, immediately stopped the car, turned around and said to them, "You drive, keep going forward, don't stop."
After giving an order, he jumped out of the driver's seat and ran back quickly towards the car with the flat tire.
When Chen Ning saw his back running toward a dangerous place, she almost instinctively jumped out of the car and ran towards the compatriot's car.
Teacher Zhang quickly arranged for another colleague to drive. He also jumped out of the car, stood on the roadside, and directed all the cars carrying compatriots to follow the car in front and continue moving forward.
There was another raging war behind, and the sun that had just risen was covered with a thick layer of gray mist, leaving only a circle of light.
The big car with a flat tire was leaning on the side of the road. Because of the violent bumps just now, many compatriots on it were injured. In addition, the fear caused by the war, the wails and screams continued.
After Song Jingye ran over, he and the driver immediately took a spare tire from the back. The two of them lay on the ground and quickly changed the tire. His hands moved quickly, but his eyes were calm and resolute, and he was not affected by the shells that kept ringing. Affected by the sound, the driver's hand handing him the tools trembled from time to time.
After Chen Ninghui ran over, she immediately got into the car and reassured her compatriots, "Everyone, calm down and don't panic. The car will be repaired soon."