inspire-indiana Chapter 1055 Life-or-Death Battle
Chapter 1055 Life-or-Death Battle
On the contrary, because of their actions, those whose arms and legs were pinned down screamed even more miserably.
Seeing this, those people dared not make a move again.
The refugees whose relatives were trapped under the rubble began to think of other ways to rescue them.
Just as everyone was working hard, Zhen Wu, who was above, was overjoyed to see that the supply trucks were indeed blocked by the refugees!
Immediately order people to continue pushing the supply trucks downhill.
Amid the terrified pleas of the displaced people, trucks carrying supplies were pushed off the road.
After rolling several times, it crashed heavily onto the refugees.
In an instant, blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, and the refugees below suffered heavy casualties.
The soldiers above did not stop their actions in the slightest because of the deaths of these people.
On the contrary, Zhen Wu was excited to see that the supply trucks had stopped and urged the soldiers to speed up.
The refugees below cried and begged for mercy for a while, but it was no use.
They had no choice but to follow the method of those people before them and continue rolling down the gentle slope.
The first person rolled down and managed to get back up.
The refugees near the edge followed suit, rolling down the slope and escaping disaster.
Before long, the place was mostly empty.
Seeing this, Zhen Wu was afraid that everyone would run away and there would be no one to stop him, so he ordered his soldiers to speed up the push.
The refugees on the gentle slope below were originally waiting for those in front to go down first.
Seeing this, they dared not wait any longer and swarmed forward to push their way to the front.
Those in front were caught off guard and were pushed off.
In the rush, injuries were inevitable.
In just a short while, everyone who was still able to move on the gentle slope tumbled down.
At this time, only the refugees whose bodies were crushed by the supply trucks remained on the gentle slope.
He looked utterly desperate as he saw the new supply truck hurtling towards him.
As the supply truck crashed down, red and white brain matter splattered far away.
At this moment, the refugees who had rolled down the gentle slope below, before they could even stand up properly, hurriedly fled westward.
Those people up there are demons; if they stay here any longer, they'll die sooner or later.
As the crowd pushed and shoved, some more people fell down.
Now, there's no gentle slope below for them to linger.
The moment he fell into the floodwaters, he was swept away by a powerful wave.
After struggling for only a moment, it was struck by a heavy object carried by the flood and fell silent.
While people on the mountain were fighting and scrambling, the floodwaters were still rising at a visible rate.
People on the gentle slope at the bottom were drenched by the splashing water from the floodwaters hitting the ridge.
Looking down at the floodwaters that were only a meter or so below him, he was so scared that his legs were shaking.
But now, there are no seats left above.
Moreover, they were squeezed into the crowd and couldn't move at all.
But people in the very middle of the mountain are still pushing their way up.
At this time, where Zhen Wu was, there were still many refugees being forced to move forward.
Looking at the high pile of corpses at my feet, and then at the blood-dripping knife in the soldier's hand in front of me.
One of the men was unwilling to die like this, so he drew a wood-chopping knife from his back and roared.
"We have to fight these beasts, we can't just sit here and wait to die!"
After one man shouted it out, the rest of the men responded in unison.
Their weapons were very simple, consisting of hoes, sickles, wooden sticks, or machetes.
Compared to the sharp swords in the soldiers' hands, they were far inferior.
But the refugees were now facing a life-or-death situation, and their actions were already marked by a determination to die.
Many people were willing to risk their lives to stab the soldiers.
Over the next fifteen minutes, incidents of risking one's life for another continued to occur.
The soldiers under Zhen Wu were already exhausted after such a long massacre.
Seeing these refugees' fearless and reckless manner filled me with dread.
Unfortunately, Zhen Wu had just had the supply trucks pushed down, freeing up a lot of space.
The soldiers fought and retreated, which reduced their casualties for a time.
But Zhen Wu watched as the space she had painstakingly carved out disappeared little by little.
He roared in frustration, urging his soldiers to keep fighting.
However, when faced with life and death, most people cherish their own lives more.
No one listened to Zhen Wu at all!
Enraged, he grabbed his knife and charged forward, slashing down a retreating soldier.
This ruthless strike startled the retreating soldiers.
They dared not retreat any further, and had no choice but to continue hacking and slashing at the refugees in front of them with their knives.
The two sides engaged in fierce fighting once again.
The soldiers were forced to fight, and coupled with their previous exhaustion, casualties were likely to continue to rise.
In less than a quarter of an hour, more than a hundred people had died.
The remaining soldiers were also panicked and exhausted, and had lost their will to fight.
Seeing this, Zhen Wu was at a loss for what to do.
He rushed to the supply wagons carrying valuables and food and summoned his guards.
Then, he kept a close eye on the group of refugees who were still advancing forward.
He had already planned that if the group of refugees moved beyond the position of that rock, he would have his guards push the supply wagons down.
At the same time, he and his guards also jumped down the gentle slope.
Although the floodwaters are still rising, there is still a considerable distance to go downstream, and it will take quite a while before they reach the gentle slope!
If we don't escape, we'll definitely be pushed off the cliff!
He just stared at the battle ahead, people from both sides falling one after another.
By this time, the corpses at their feet had piled up several layers high.
Some soldiers, unable to withstand the pressure of death, quietly rolled down the gentle slope and fled downwards.
Once there's one, there's bound to be another. These people were originally loyal to Zhen Xiaoren, but it was only because of money and power.
As of now, Zhen Xiaoren's whereabouts are still unknown.
Zhen Wu is a cold-blooded and ruthless man who risks their lives to protect their valuables.
Many of the soldiers who figured it out rolled down the gentle slope and quickly fled.
Seeing this, Zhen Wu wanted to go forward and deal with the deserters.
But the deserters deserted in order to survive.
Seeing him come charging at them with his knife, they weren't about to obediently wait to die.
In the clash of weapons, Zhen Wu was defeated by several deserters working together.
Looking at his slashed arm, he felt an urge to tear these deserters apart.
But he didn't have time to deal with the deserters; he had to stabilize the current situation.
With a change of heart, he changed his strategy and stopped forcing the soldiers to fight desperately.
Instead, they lured the remaining soldiers with great rewards, instructing them to continue blocking the refugees.
This tactic worked, and the battle between the two sides continued.
In the midst of the fighting, the group of refugees had already approached the stone that Zhen Wu had chosen.
He watched helplessly as his men dwindled from over five hundred to just over two hundred.
He knew that if this dragged on, there would be no good outcome.
Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Push!"
The guards who were already waiting by the vehicle rushed forward and pushed the supply truck off the road.
He stared intently at the supply trucks, making sure they were parked steadily on the gentle slope before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately afterwards, the guards pushed the horses and mules pulling the cart off the cart.
However, many of the livestock died or were injured when they rolled down the slope.
But at this moment, they had no interest in paying attention to the livestock.
Seeing the soldiers still falling, Zhen Wu shouted "Retreat!" to the back, carefully protected his head, and rolled down.
As he went down, his body crashed heavily into the supply vehicle, and the pain made his vision go black.
But at this moment, just like those refugees who had rolled down the river before, he had no time to wait for the pain to subside.
He hurriedly scrambled to his feet and ran behind the supply truck to avoid the soldiers who were rolling down after him.
At the mountaintop above, with no soldiers to stop them, the refugees quickly poured in.
At first, the refugees were overjoyed to take up their spots.
The area above was quickly filled with people, but those below continued to push their way up.