Zhao Youwei couldn't hold back the old tears in his eyes anymore and rushed down. The flood came suddenly, and it came suddenly at night, which caught people off guard. But Mao Wenlong had already ordered them to evacuate all the villages that might be flooded as soon as possible.

Zhao Youwei has been working hard to persuade the villagers to leave, but he has always had doubts in his heart, and he does not fully believe Mao Wenlong's prediction that Kaifeng will have a big flood. Therefore, in the process of work, he is actually a little slack.

In addition, many of the villagers in those villages have actually moved away from the distance. People are always nostalgic for the old, especially in their hometowns that have settled down, and it is tantamount to a fantasy to ask people to move away.

For various reasons, Zhao Youwei did not attach great importance to the prophecy of this flood. Now the facts are happening in front of him, and the consequences are unbearable for Zhao Youwei.

"The crime of the lower official deserves death." 30,000 people have not been evacuated, and now life and death are unpredictable. Without too much explanation, Zhao Youwei knelt down in front of Zhuang Yexiang in pain.

"You deserve to die, but it's too cheap to kill you like this, now I will do everything I can to remedy it, and I will settle accounts with you later." Zhuang Yexiang shouted indifferently about Zhao Youwei, and then turned around and went down the city tower.

Zhao Youwei burst into tears, kowtowed heavily to Zhuang Yexiang's departing back, and then quickly got up and shouted at all the officials. Begin searching the city for everything that can float on the water, and prepare to wade through the flood to save people.

"Boom ......"

Suddenly, a muffled thunder exploded in the sky, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky. The dark clouds that covered the sky rolled in, and in an instant, the entire sky above Kaifeng Mansion was completely covered by dense dark clouds.

It was still sunny just now, but the rainstorm was coming, and the raindrops the size of beans began to pour down, hitting people's faces with pain.

As if the end of the world was coming, the storm swept through the entire Kaifeng City, and the flooding began to raise the horizon non-stop, and it was possible to pour into the Kaifeng City in a short time.

After Zhuang Yexiang got the report, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and immediately led a large team of men and horses and began to build a high flood control embankment outside the city gate.

Mao Wenlong also happened to arrive in the sky above Kaifeng City at this time, and he and Hong Chengchou looked at the flood under their feet, and their hearts throbbed.

In the face of major natural disasters, no one can resist them, and they can only pray for the blessing of God.

Braving the pouring rain, the hot air balloon landed in the city, and Zhuang Yexiang was already waiting on the side after receiving the report.

"How's it going?" Mao Wenlong didn't care about his wet body, and when he saw Zhuang Yexiang, he asked about the current situation in Kaifeng City.

"General soldier, Kaifeng City is also in danger now." The flood level is constantly rising, and if any part of it collapses, the whole city can be flooded at any time.

Mao Wenlong paused, and then yelled at Zhuang Yexiang: "Take us to the city tower to have a look." ”

After Zhuang Yexiang nodded in agreement, she led Mao Wenlong and the others to hurriedly run towards the city tower in the heavy rain.

The downpour showed no signs of abating, and it was getting more and more ferocious, Mao Wenlong finally went up to the city tower, looked up and found that his eyesight was extremely bad as far as his eyes could see.

The sky obscured by dark clouds is like night at the moment, and the visibility is at most within ten meters of the downpour, and it is impossible to see it at all from any distance.

Outside the city had become a vast ocean, and nothing could be seen but the water. Kaifeng City is like an island in the sea, which may be swallowed up by a surging flood at any time.

Seeing that he couldn't see anything if he stayed any longer, Mao Wenlong, under the guidance of Zhuang Yexiang, walked into the attic on the city wall to escape the storm.

The attic was unusually quiet, with solemn faces, listening to the non-stop storm outside, everyone was worried about whether Kaifeng City would be directly washed away by the flood.

Mao Wenlong was silent for a moment, looked up at Zhuang Yexiang, and asked in a deep voice: "I asked you to evacuate the people and enter the high mountains, have you done it?" ”

The great flood in Kaifeng came so fiercely, it was completely unexpected by Mao Wenlong, he didn't expect that this time it would be such a big flood disaster. So much so that at this moment, he is still beating the drum in his heart.

Zhuang Yexiang lowered her head, didn't dare to look directly at Mao Wenlong, and said hesitantly: "The evacuation of the people has just begun, and there are still ten villages that have not had time to evacuate. It is estimated that at least 30,000 people will be affected by the disaster, and their lives and deaths are unknown. ”

"What ......"

Mao Wenlong suddenly let out an exclamation, and then the anger in his heart rushed to his brain: "Why are so many people not evacuated, what are you all doing before the flood comes?" ”

Zhuang Yexiang's face was full of pain, and she choked up and said, "General soldier, we have been trying to persuade the people to move out of the village and into some highlands to live temporarily. But the vast majority of the people did not believe that there would be any great flood, so that very few people finally moved out. ”

Mao Wenlong closed his eyes painfully and remained silent. Zhuang Yexiang is right, before the people can be completely convinced, let them move out of their hometown for no reason, this really doesn't make sense.

"Alas, it seems that our preparations are still insufficient!" In the end, Mao Wenlong turned the anger in his heart into helpless grief.

"Commander, what should we do now?" Zhuang Yexiang's eyes were full of worry.

The situation in Kaifeng City is getting worse and worse, and the people of the nearby villages staying in the city are more than 100,000 people in the city. Once Kaifeng City is breached by a great flood, I don't know how many of the 100,000 people will be alive in the end?

Mao Wenlong will also be in turmoil, and the development of the situation is far beyond what he knows. Looking at Hong Chengchou helplessly, Mao Wenlong sent out a gaze asking for advice.

Hong Chengchou has been silent since the arrival of the call, which will receive Mao Wenlong's gaze for advice, he hesitated for a moment, and then spoke: "General soldier, we can't let the situation develop like this, and do some remedial measures within our ability. As for what will happen later, it will only depend on God. ”

Mao Wenlong felt justified, and immediately ordered Zhuang Yexiang to immediately send troops to continue to block the four city gates, and to keep the city gates at all costs and prevent the flood from pouring into the city.

Zhuang Yexiang agreed, and then galloped away in the heavy rain.

The storm continued, and the people, officers and soldiers in the city all mobilized to save themselves. Anything that could be swept away by flooding is to ensure that there are enough men to defend it.