Chapter 806

Central United States, Missouri.

The flood destroyed a small town by the river. All kinds of garbage, cars and furniture floated on the water surface, like soap bubbles in a bathtub. They went up and down, drifting with the waves, and could not see the end in a vast white eye.

The torrential rain is still lashing the earth, like a big hole in the sky. The strong wind is sweeping, whistling and setting off a piece of misty rain curtain. The trees submerged in the water beside the road are blown to and fro, crackling, breaking branches, leaves and stems. With the rotten smell of soil and floating corpses, it blows away strongly, revealing a miserable scene.

In the torrential flood, an old Hispanic woman with white hair and golden glasses, with a golden necklace around her neck, sat in a white round wooden bathtub with deep mouth, staring at the ocean behind her, powerless and helpless, drifting away with the flood.

Along the way, some people stood on the top of the bus calling for help, others climbed on the swaying trees imploring her to take her away, and others stood on the roof of a high house waving to her, but she did not dare to stop or approach. In the morning, she had a good intention to rescue a couple with children, because the bathtub could not hold four people. In order to survive, she was almost killed by the man If it had not happened to rush to a flood peak, she would have been driven out of the bathtub and drowned.

When she saw the people calling for help again, she would have a long heart. Even if she couldn't bear to sympathize, she didn't see it. After a while, when more and more people were trapped and asking for help, she gradually became numb.

The federal government rescue workers will never see a shadow, except for a helicopter flying in the rain at noon. Until now, no one will think of these poor people struggling in the flood, as if they have been forgotten by the whole world.

The old woman had a radio in her hand, which she could hold with one hand. She wrapped herself in a raincoat and kept scooping water out of the bathtub while listening carefully to the news inside with her headphones.

She didn't expect any rescue workers. The radio said that all parts of the Federation were flooded and immersed in floods. Those big cities had no time to rescue. Where could they not turn to their remote towns?

She hopes to hear from the radio about the local refugee shelter. The rainstorm has been falling again and again. There is no sign of stopping. There is a lack of food and medicine. The old woman knows very well that she may not survive for two days because of her age and weakness. She must find the nearest refugee shelter and ask for help.

In the west of the town, there is a hill with a higher terrain. The old woman did not receive the information of the shelter and hoped to take a chance there.

Drenched and hungry, she encouraged herself by imagining bread, sausages and a warm stove in the shelter. She might soon arrive.

In the turbid flood, the swollen corpses of human beings and small animals occasionally floated over her, which made her nauseous. However, she could not spit out anything except yellow water. However, she still had to insist on searching and look at the water carefully. An hour ago, a bag of puffed food floating from the distance saved her hungry stomach.

She had to find new food again, preferably medicine, and her old stomach problems were again. If she couldn't find them again, it might be very difficult tonight.

God is far away from her, and the shadow of death is behind her.

In the evening, she saw a bloody massacre along the terrain, on the edge of the flood diversion and weakening. Dozens of young people like western Cowboys rode tall and strong horses, waded in the water and stepped on the rain, and launched a ferocious pursuit of more than ten men and women who were in a panic.

The horse swept over the human body, the sharp iron sword cut off the head, trampled on the corpse, and continued to pursue the people in front. The blood and water mixed with floating garbage dyed the water red. Under the rainstorm, the sound of horse's hooves splashing on the water shuttled back and forth among Zhang Huang's men and women's screams of terror.

The old woman was frightened. She buried her head in the deep mouth of the bathtub, trying to make those ferocious horsemen invisible. Judging from the beautiful clothes of the slain, it should be a group of rich people. Under the flood disaster, it must be the bandits who took the opportunity to see the money and plunder their horses. Although she had nothing valuable, she had a bright gold necklace hanging around her neck.

She tore the necklace off and didn't want to drop it. In case she got to the refuge camp, the gold might be able to exchange some things, so she hid it carefully in her clothes. The whole person bent down in the bathtub as much as possible, and her chest thumped. Because the sound of the horse's hooves outside was getting closer and closer, the scream became clearer and clearer, and even a few drops of bloody blood fell on her neck.

She felt that God was punishing her for having a bathtub along the way, but only because she was nearly robbed and never rescued, she met such a vicious villain.

Learning the ostrich's method of burying its head in the sand, she can only expose her buttocks outside and lose the power to paddle the water. The bathtub carries the old woman all the way to the bloody slaughterhouse, but she doesn't know. She thinks it's really far away, and the sound of horses neighing is not heard.

So, she carefully raised her head and looked out. When she looked up, she saw a bright iron sword dripping with blood and rain mixture in front of her eyes. Then she turned her head in a hurry, and her face suddenly turned pale. I don't know when, she actually drifted to the bandits!A headless floating corpse was floating around her, and some of them were still hitting the edge of the bathtub with the water waves. The gangsters were all wearing masks, carrying shotguns and holding blood dropping iron swords. They were all ferocious. Even those horses were different from ordinary people. Their eyes were red and blood red, like dark evil spirits from the hell abandoned by God.

She was panicked, her heart pounded, and she didn't know what to do. She didn't know whether to take out her only valuable gold necklace or not. Her face was extremely pale, like a sheep and cattle to be slaughtered.

"I'm just a dying old man. I don't have anything or see anything. Let me go. I only have this necklace. Take it. God, help me

She kept shivering. It was easy to shiver in the rain and cold, and it was even more severe with the great panic.

However, the gangsters did not seem to care about her. They lifted the reins, put their swords into the scabbard, whipped their horses, trampled on the spray of water, whirled and whirled away one after another.

One of them, a gangster in blue armor, seemed to look at her when she passed the bathtub, but he didn't speak. His riding posture was unfamiliar, but his appearance was very fierce and dignified, which made the old woman feel a strong smell of blood and unspeakable fear.

After a long time, the old woman realized that she had escaped. She couldn't understand why the thieves neither killed her nor took her necklace. Therefore, she still decided to go to little emilis mountain in the West. Only in the Highlands there, could she hope to survive under the flood.

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One flood peak has just passed, and the next one is coming. Under the guidance of a blood clan who is familiar with the local terrain, Chu Yunsheng, with the elite selected by butney, turns the tall modern horse blood into war horse, avoids the deep zone of the turbulent water, and chases the Stefan family in kamingri town along the edge of the shallow water, and is flying to Xiaoai Mount miris is is a flood shelter camp.

In the past seven days, Chu Yunsheng destroyed six blood clans, had two gun battles with the investigation bureau, and had a fire with special forces, injuring 16 people and killing five. Under the training methods provided by him, the rest of the blood clan strengthened their life source, strengthened their speed and strength, cultivated the war by war, and cultivated themselves by fighting. Although they still did not reach the elite combat effectiveness he expected, they gradually formed a group Go like the wind, run like lightning.

The war horse was adopted by buteni and others in the first stronghold in the East. With Chu Yunsheng's method of life source, combined with the blood invasion and assimilation ability of the blood clan, and at the cost of killing more than 90% of the modern horses on the spot, the war horse has survived the present 19 horses. Its strength, explosive power, load capacity and speed even surpass the blood clan people, which is extremely strong.

Each blooded horse corresponds to the life source of one of the most powerful blood warriors selected. This is to use their life source to blood their respective mounts. Therefore, they have a high degree of tacit understanding and stronger control. They are different from Chu Yunsheng. As traditional European and American nobles, they have received riding training from a very young age, so they are more proficient in riding than Chu Yunsheng.

In the second stronghold of butney and others in the central part of the United States, we will build heavy armour for 17 other blood riding soldiers except butney, and join with Asher, who is in charge of material dispatching, and bawai, who is responsible for the safety of transportation materials.

The space passage was found to be opened this morning, but it was closed again soon. It was unstable like energy fluctuation. The guardian did not appear. It should be re impacting the 3D lock to try to open the channel again.

The big explosion of the space-time trap has not yet arrived, but the crisis is already pressing in front of us. The continuous rainstorm has inundated all parts of the world in the fierce flood. All people, especially the cities and regions with low sea level, are calling for help, waiting for rescue and fleeing for their lives in areas with higher altitude.

Chu Yunsheng and others also want to go all the way to the West. The western part of the United States is at a higher altitude, and there will be ships at the third stronghold. In case the flood disaster reaches a very serious level, the whole world will be submerged in the flood, and the space passage still can not be opened stably, they must rely on the luxury cruise ship built by buteni and other blood clans to escape the flood.

Their speed is extremely fast. The bloody horses are walking on the ground in the shallow water area. All the way, they come to the foot of the little emilis mountain. The flood crest is behind them. In front of them is another vast ocean. The only channel is between the two peaks. We must wait for the flood peak to cross the water quickly.

At this time, the hill was full of people. The Americans who fled from the nearby towns and cities built campsites on the hillside with their families as the unit, waiting for the rescue of the United States government with hope.

Chu Yunsheng and others came on horseback, causing a riot. The American people who had been hungry for several days and had guns in their hands did not know how terrible they were. Under the pressure of starvation, they regarded the bloody war horses under their crotch as food to satisfy their hunger.

Even though Chu Yunsheng was wearing blue armor, it was not surprising in this country where there were often masquerade parties, which caused little surprise and vigilance.

They discussed quickly and decided to negotiate peacefully first. If it didn't work, they would use force to threaten or even rob.

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