Everyone knows this person who came here, and they know that he is a member of the logistics team of Zongxin's special training team, mainly responsible for dealing with the life problems of the special training team, such as material procurement, transportation and distribution. This guy is more homely, he hates outdoor activities, and usually in addition to work, the cat sleeps in the dormitory playing games, reading novels, and usually rarely comes to the small canyon.

Because the forest resort is located in the depths of the Taihang Mountains, under the guidance of the policy of "moving villages and townships and returning farmland to forests" for more than ten years, almost all the villages within a radius of more than ten kilometers have been relocated and become a large no-man's land. Since there are no residents, the telecommunications department will naturally not set up the mobile network signal, so that the vast mountains in this area have become a blind spot for the mobile phone signal, and the communication between people living in the mountains and the mountains can only rely on the old-fashioned cable telephony erected in the seventies and eighties of the last century (if they have not been broken), otherwise people need to climb the nearby mountain with the telegraph, stand on a high place and raise the telegraph to barely capture a weak mobile telegraph signal.

Therefore, since Zuo Longxin went down the mountain, the connection with the special training team can only rely on the only telephone line in the forest resort. In this way, it is indeed as he imagined at the beginning, the security and privacy issues of the special training team have been reliably protected, and the black hand from the top of the Zongxin Group has never had a chance to turn over the clouds, at the cost of even the communication problems in the ordinary training have become a big problem, even when the girls go to the nearby valley for training, they have to carry portable radio stations with them, and the complex geographical environment here can easily cause communication interruptions, and many times once they encounter an emergency, they have to rely on manpower to communicate information。

In particular, Han Zheng, as the head of the special training team, is the "main way" for Lao Zuo to control the training process from a distance, so he was suddenly called to listen to the instructions on the phone the most, and everyone, including Han Zheng, has become accustomed to it - but this time it seems to be a little different.

Because this guy who is often used as a microphone by Lao Zuo used to always walk slowly like a snail, this is the first time, he ran out of breath with the fat on his body trembling all the way - obviously Lao Zuo has something urgent, and he has to explain it to Han Zheng immediately.

When Han Zheng saw this formation, he dared to slack off, so he hurriedly ran to the off-road motorcycle he drove over, put on a T-shirt and shorts, stepped into the car and hit the engine, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, he turned on the spot, but unfortunately he was not very proficient in this newly learned move, and the rear wheel slipped in the loose and soft sand by the stream and almost fell on his back.

Han Zheng didn't care about the ridicule behind him (you didn't need to look at it to know that it was Xiao Ran and the three of them), and drove across the creek and disappeared into the bushes on the opposite bank, while the logistics otaku who had completed the task was paralyzed on the ground with a weak face, allowing a group of curious little girls to surround him and ask this and that, but he was unwilling to say a word more.

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Although Han Zheng first learned to drive a cross-country motorcycle just so that he could get close to Xiao Nan under the pretext of asking for advice, but since he gradually mastered the driving skills of motorcycles, he unconsciously fell in love with this seemingly simple and rough but irresistible means of transportation. After a period of time, he has fallen to the point where he can't even go to the toilet and can't wait to drive a motorcycle, but his driving skills are still lacking compared to the group of little girls in the "motorcycle baby" - but it is enough for Han Zheng to drive in the small canyon.

Han Zheng screwed the accelerator vigorously, feeling a little anxious in his heart. The guy who sent the message didn't know what Lao Zuo was going to tell him, but only said that 100,000 people were in a hurry to ask him to leave immediately—what could it be? Could it be that something went wrong with him?

The V-twin 300 engine under the crotch roared wildly due to the low gear and high turns, and the exit of the small canyon in the fierce bumps was already close at hand. The distance between the mountains on both sides of the canyon gradually widens here, and the sky, which used to be only a line overhead, becomes wider and higher.

Only then did Han Zheng notice that when he came, the sky was still blazing with the sun, and at some point it had been obscured by the black clouds rolling from the other side of the mountain. The blazing sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the clouds, covering the rolling clouds with a layer of gold, as if the sky was full of evil dragons in golden armor, constantly rushing and roaring in the sea of clouds.

Han Zheng was bluffed by this formation, even if he didn't study meteorology, he could feel the abnormal changes in the weather, not to mention, as soon as the off-road motorcycle turned onto the road to the resort hotel, he was almost overturned by a slanting wind with sand and gravel leaves in the oblique thorns.

Han Zheng hurriedly stretched out his legs on the ground to stabilize the body, readjusted his direction and accelerated towards his destination. There are many forks in the valley, and the direction of the wind is also uncertain due to the direction of these forks, and one man and one cart swayed in the intermittent and violent air current, and several times people almost flipped on their backs.

Rushing across the small stone bridge, the resort hotel almost completely covered by rattan plants finally appeared in front of him, and Han Zheng felt a little relieved in his heart, and the accelerator that had been clenched in his hand was slightly loosened.

The valley where the hotel and parking lot are located is very vast, the air flow is not as chaotic as in the canyon just now, and the wind is not so strong, but as soon as you look up, you can see that the dark and heavy clouds are still rolling from the surrounding mountain tops, and there is quite a posture of black clouds crushing the city, so that Han Zheng's emotions can never be completely relaxed.

In a hurry, Han Zheng drove his off-road motorcycle to the gate of the resort hotel, dropped the car and trotted all the way to the management office of the forest resort - the only wired telephone that could communicate with the outside world was on the hotel manager's desk.

Han Zheng rushed into the office, grabbed the walkie-talkie before he had time to say hello to the resort staff, and quickly pressed the number button with his fingers to dial Lao Zuo's hand-phone, and the call was immediately connected almost without waiting time.

"Mr. Zuo......"

Han Zheng only had time to say two words when he was interrupted by Zuo Longxin on the other side of the line, and Lao Zuo ordered in an unquestionable tone in the telegram: "Xiao Han, you immediately organize all the personnel of the special training team and evacuate the forest resort immediately within an hour!"

"What?" Han Zheng thought he had misheard, but after Lao Zuo repeated it again in a gradually stern tone, Han Zheng finally understood that there was nothing wrong with his ears.

"But Mr. Zuo...... An hour is a bit too rushed, isn't it?" Han Zheng questioned: "We brought too many vehicles, materials, and equipment, and we didn't have time to pack them up......"

"Don't worry about those bottles and cans for now!" Lao Zuo said categorically: "The weather forecast says that there will be a flood warning in your area tonight and tomorrow, so you leave everything behind and evacuate everyone first!"

"Yes!" Hearing the words flood warning, Han Zheng realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Xiao Han, I handed over these dozens of people to you, you must bring a lot of people down the mountain!" Lao Zuo added. "No matter who is missing, I have to ask only you, do you understand?"

"Yes, I'll go and weave everyone evacuate now!" Han Zheng dropped the telegram and turned around to run out, but before he could run out of the door, the telegram that had just been hung up rang again. The manager of the resort hotel answered the phone, and then called Han Zheng: "It's still your guide...... called."

Han Zheng turned around and took the microphone with a confused expression, and Lao Zuo's voice in the phone became much calmer than just now: "It may not be safe to retreat down the mountain now...... In this way, Xiao Han, you first gather everyone together, and let everyone stay in their own rooms and ...... at any time."

The telephone suddenly lost its voice, not only did it lose its signal, but even the electric noise was gone. Han Zheng held the microphone in his hand and was at a loss for a while. At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew in from the window, and the high curtain swept down the enamel teapot placed on the windowsill, and the teapot bell fell to the ground with a loud clatter, and the lid rolled under the table.