Originally, Lin Song rushed in with only one purpose, and that was to rescue Hassan.

But now, the hundreds of people trapped in the center of the fire ring have unknowingly become the target of Lin Song's rescue. Lin Song soon realized that what he was doing now with his own strength had no way to bring these people out safely.

In the end, Lin Song threw away the water pipe in his hand and used the last method: "If you don't dare to run out, then go into the room!" There may be a glimmer of hope. ”

The people next to him were still watching, but Hassan had already understood Lin Song's intentions, and hurriedly shouted: "Those houses that are drenched in water, all go in!" Everyone go in and don't come out, find a way to seal the door and don't let the smoke drift in! ”

In the face of a huge threat, this seemingly passive way of escaping is far easier to implement than for ordinary people to rush through the wall of fire. Soon, the people trapped here rushed into the drenched rooms.

Before, Lin Song, Hassan and others made more than a dozen such rooms with quilts, blankets and other sundries, which is not a few, but unfortunately there are still too many people who need to be saved now, four or five hundred people are crammed into these dozen rooms, and the degree of crowding can be imagined.

In the end, only Lin Song and Hassan were left, and a few brave people were still standing outside, Lin Song took a deep breath, carried the oil drum found from a private house, and splashed all the oil in the oil drum on a place in front of the drenching room, and then set the area in front of him on fire again.

The flames were burning, and the people next to him thought that Lin Song had gone crazy for a while, but Lin Song knew very well that he had to do this now, taking advantage of the fact that the temperature in the room was still relatively low, and first take the initiative to burn the surrounding combustibles, so that the fire would have nowhere to burn.

When the flames in front of them rose to the highest, Lin Song, Hassan and others rushed into the room, they closed the door from the inside, and then began to spray the beams with water hoses.

At this moment, although the roof has been wet, it is still exuding a strong smell of burning, and after the water is sprayed, it brings down a large amount of dirt ash, wood chips and other things, but everyone has no time to hide, and at the same time, there is nowhere to hide.

"Use wet towels, or clothes, to block the door so that smoke doesn't come in. There are many more people killed by smoke in the fire than by the fire. Lin Song shouted.

But at this moment, there were not many towels and other items in the room that could be used, so in a hurry, several women simply removed the 'sari' from their bodies, soaked in water, and used these long sarees to block the crack of the door to prevent the smoke from seeping in.

"The next thing is to wait." Lin Song said: "When the line of fire burns this house, if we are still alive by then, the lives of our people will be saved." ’

Everyone was not talking, Lin Song could hear it, and many people were praying softly, as if the gods could take pity on these poor people.

There was a crackling sound overhead, and Lin Song knew that the moisture on the roof had been evaporated by the surrounding heat. Many places have begun to be dried, and even signs of spontaneous combustion have begun to appear, so the boards on these wooden houses will make such a sound.

Slowly, the temperature in the room began to rise, and the room that had been sprinkled with water seemed to become a steamer, and the hot steam filled the room, making people feel suffocated.

At this moment, someone in the room had begun to let out a low cry, and someone had fallen into despair.

Hassan looked at Lin Song and sighed lightly: "Why do you bother? You are not from Ceylonese, why are you desperately trying to save them? ”

Lin Song said in a low voice: "At this life-and-death juncture, it doesn't matter if the Chinese people are Chinese, the Ceylones, as long as they are human, they will choose to save them." I've done what I can, and leave the rest to fate. ”

In the end, fate spared these poor people. Although the room was once suffocatingly hot, even the walls became hot. Someone wanted to cool the wall with a water hose, but was stopped by Lin Song.

"If you spray it now, I'm afraid that the impact force and the temperature difference between the inside and outside will break off directly, and when the wooden board house collapses, it will crush all of us underneath."

Everyone could only grit their teeth and continue to endure until finally, under the action of the strong wind, the line of fire crossed the small wet house and continued to spread forward.

Lin Song looked at this scene in surprise, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "We...... survived. ”

Someone tried to push the door open, but as soon as the hand was forced, the door panel fell sideways, falling to the ground and shattering into many pieces. Only then did everyone realize that the door panel outside had been scorched and turned into a dry and crisp state.

Slowly, everyone walked out of the room, one room door, two room doors, the doors of these dozen houses were pushed open one after another, and the four or five hundred people who had fallen into despair at the beginning were welcoming new lives.

There was only one room, no one pushed the door, Lin Song and Hassan hurriedly ran over, and after opening the door, they saw that when the fire line spread, a large amount of smoke rolled in, and at this moment, dozens of people in the room all fell to the ground, densely packed, stacked on top of each other, and everyone turned into pitch black. This scene makes people feel as if they have seen hell.

Hassan said: "Not everyone is so lucky to get through this. ”

At this time, the fresh air outside the house was slowly pumped into this room filled with death, and when Lin Song and Hassan were about to turn away, they heard a faint cry.

Lin Song hurriedly ran over, only to find a child whose face was blackened by black smoke but was tightly held in his mother's arms under the crowd.

The child, who was about two or three years old, had been suffocated and unconscious when the smoke was billowing out, and now he was pulled back into the world by this breath of fresh air.

Hassan picked up the child with a solemn face, walked outside and handed it over to a survivor, and the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe turned into a heavy heart.

At this time, the relatives who had just been blocked by the line of fire rushed in frantically. Crazy looking for his loved ones. If they could find it, everyone immediately hugged each other and cried. And those who couldn't find it were on the verge of collapse and cried bitterly.

The current scene is extremely chaotic and sad at the same time.