Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

Chapter 480 Flash Flood

"Quick! Move to higher ground!" Someone remembered Captain Gu's words before he left.

Xu Xiaoyan immediately pulled Lan Yue up, and the two of them, carrying their backpacks, ran towards the high slope that Captain Gu had pointed out during the day, stepping on the slippery mud.

The muddy ground was soft and slippery from the rain, and I almost slipped and fell several times.

There were people all around, everyone was running and jostling. Someone fell down and was helped up by the person behind them. Someone was calling out a child's name and someone was cursing.

The campsite, housing tens of thousands of people, instantly descended into chaos.

Amidst the sounds of rain and clamor, an even more awe-inspiring voice came from the upper reaches of the valley.

The sound was muffled, like something huge rolling deep underground, making the ground beneath our feet tremble slightly.

The rumbling grew louder and louder, closer and closer, like a thousand horses galloping from the bend in the valley.

Xu Xiaoyan stopped. She looked up, her eyes blurred with rain, and she wiped them hard with the back of her hand.

Then she saw a wall at the bend in the upper reaches of the valley, made of murky yellow water, churning mud, rocks of all sizes, and uprooted broken trees.

The water level reached two or three meters high, almost level with the mountain walls on both sides, roaring and swallowing everything in its path.

The muddy ground was instantly leveled, the low-lying shrubs were uprooted, and several tents that had not been taken down in time were instantly buried.

Wherever it goes, not a blade of grass is left.

In just a few seconds, the wall was right in front of us.

"Oh no! Flash flood—it's a flash flood—!" Captain Gu's shout came from the direction of the valley entrance.

His voice had completely changed: "Run to higher ground! Quick! Don't take anything! Run! Run!"

Everyone frantically climbed up the mountain walls on both sides, but the walls were too steep, with a slope of forty or fifty degrees, and were so wet and slippery from the rain that there was no foothold.

Some people climbed up two steps and then slid back down.

Someone grabbed a tree branch, the branch broke, and the person fell into the muddy water.

Someone had their hand stepped on by someone behind them, let out a scream, pulled back, and then got up again to continue climbing.

The floodwaters quickly rushed into the campsite, and the muddy yellow water made a huge, muffled sound as it crashed into the crowd.

Xu Xiaoyan saw a middle-aged man being swept away by the flood in an instant; he was less than twenty meters away from her.

He had just gotten up from the ground and hadn't even put his backpack on when the flood arrived.

The moment the water hit his back, his body was thrown into the air and somersaulted.

Then he disappeared into the murky yellow water, without even having a chance to shout.

She also saw a woman clinging tightly to a large rock, the floodwaters already up to her waist.

She was still desperately clinging to it, her fingers embedded in the cracks of the stone, unaware that her fingernails had been torn off.

A man next to her, presumably her husband, was also holding the same stone.

But the current was too strong, and his hand slipped away little by little. His lips were moving, and he was shouting something, but his voice was completely drowned out by the roar of the flood.

Then his hand slipped completely, his body was swept several meters away by the water, and he was stopped by a broken tree, hanging on it, panting heavily.

"Run! Run!" Lan Yue's voice pulled Xu Xiaoyan back from her daze.

Lan Yue had already run several steps forward when she turned around and saw her standing there in a daze. She turned back and grabbed her wrist.

Blue Moon's hands were cold, but she was surprisingly strong, pulling her towards the high slope on the left.

That was a direction that Xu Xiaoyan hadn't noticed before.

The high slope was to the left of the campsite, higher than the open area that Captain Gu had pointed out during the day, with a gentler slope, and it appeared to be a relatively flat platform.

It's unclear who first discovered this place, but dozens of people are currently climbing it using both their hands and feet.

Xu Xiaoyan ran a few steps, then slipped and fell forward, her knee hitting a rock hard, causing her to feel dizzy from the pain.

Lan Yue gripped her wrist tightly to prevent her from sliding down, and with her other hand grabbed a tree root protruding from the ground, she forcefully pulled Xu Xiaoyan out of the mud.

"Let's go!" Lan Yue's voice was already trembling with tears.

The two of them scrambled up the slope.

The rain blurred their vision, making it impossible to see anything. The mud clung to their feet, and every step required immense effort.

Finally, before the floodwaters reached the spot where they had just been standing, they climbed up the high slope.

Xu Xiaoyan knelt on the ground, supporting herself with her hands, panting heavily.

Rainwater dripped incessantly from her hair, face, and chin, forming a small puddle on the ground.

Her knees were bleeding, the blood mixing with rainwater and mud, forming dark red streaks that flowed down her calves.

Her hands were trembling, not from the cold, but because after the adrenaline subsided, her body was telling her in a primal way that she had almost died.

Lan Yue stood beside her, her hands on her knees, bent over, also panting heavily.

Her face was covered in water and mud, making it impossible to discern her expression. Only her eyes were frighteningly bright, with bloodshot whites.

Behind them, heart-wrenching cries and screams echoed incessantly.

Xu Xiaoyan turned around and looked down from the high slope; the campsite from before was completely gone.

The murky yellow water roared, carrying all sorts of debris downstream. Countless black dots floated on the surface, some were tree branches, some were backpacks, and some were people.

The group of tens of thousands of people was scattered and destroyed by the flash flood.

The soldiers risked their lives, sliding down the mountainside to pull up the drowning people who were near the high slope.

One soldier was hit on the shoulder by a rolling rock as he slid down, and he tumbled over in the mud.

But he gritted his teeth, got up, grabbed the old man who was about to be swept away by the water, and dragged him to safety.

His shoulders were clearly too heavy to lift, and his left arm hung limply at his side, but he was still saving people, using one hand to pull those struggling in the water up one by one.

The water was still rising, and people were being pulled out of the water from the bottom of the slope, near the edge.

Among those pulled up, some were soaking wet, their lips were purple, and they were trembling.

Some were crying, expressing gratitude for being saved.

Some were vomiting water, and they were dry heaving as they vomited.

Some of them collapsed to the ground as soon as they arrived, remaining motionless, which terrified those around them.

Some people were not pulled up.

Xu Xiaoyan watched helplessly as a young woman, holding a child, was swept away by the water to the bottom of the high slope.

She reached out her hand, almost reaching the branch the soldier offered, but just a little short, she couldn't quite reach it.