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Hundreds of fully armed soldiers, arm in arm, carved a wide path through the sea of ​​people.

Two human walls, like iron gates, confined the surging crowd to a limited route.

On the roof of the jeep, Su Xingmian held up a metal megaphone. His voice was a little hoarse, but his speech was still steady and clear.

"Those in the west of the city, line up and follow the soldiers' directions."

"Don't push or shove, the big truck is just ahead at the intersection."

Zhou Bingheng stood by the car door, holding a walkie-talkie in one hand and a Tang City district dispatch map in the other.

"At transfer point number two, have the trucks arrived yet? Let the first batch of people board immediately."

The walkie-talkie crackled with static and carried the report from the company commander at the front.

"Reporting to the political commissar, the eight Jiefang trucks at point number two are fully loaded and ready to depart at any time."

"Release them. Immediately have logistics send a second batch of vehicles to fill the gap."

Zhou Bingheng put down the walkie-talkie and looked up at Su Xingmian on the roof of the car.

He raised his right hand and gave her a thumbs up.

Su Xingmian glanced down at him, a faint smile appearing on her face, before raising the horn again.

"The first batch of evacuees from Victory Lane, please board the vehicle now."

The first group of residents at the front of the line began to move forward along the human wall.

No one shouted or yelled anymore, and no one tried to smash the windows of the military vehicles.

As I passed by the jeep, an old man carrying a bedding roll stopped.

The old man craned his neck and looked at Su Xingmian, who was standing on the roof of the car, covered in sweat.

He pulled an oil paper package from his pocket, stood on tiptoe, and placed it forcefully on the hood of the jeep.

"Honey. I've been calling you for ages, have something to eat."

After saying that, the old man didn't wait for Su Xingmian to reply and strode forward with the group.

Su Xingmian looked at the two sesame cakes that were still warm from her body, and her eyes welled up with tears.

At this moment, the makeshift medical aid station set up on the open space on the east side of Jianguo Road was already extremely busy.

Zhao Jianjun, along with the military doctors and medics from the medical platoon, were sweating profusely as they sorted out the injured from the stampede.

When the medical platoon leader first received the stampede report, his heart sank.

In this massive chaos involving hundreds of thousands of people, a stampede occurred, with people piled on top of each other, leaving no way for those on the bottom to survive.

Based on past experience, we'll have to carry dozens of bodies back today.

But as stretchers were carried over one by one, the military doctors became more and more alarmed as they examined them.

The medical platoon leader, holding a stethoscope, looked utterly bewildered.

"One hundred and three people injured in the stampede have been brought in from across the city: seventy-nine with minor injuries and twenty-four with serious injuries."

The platoon leader swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"Zero deaths."

Zhao Jianjun was stunned for a moment: "Not a single one died?"

"no."

The platoon leader lowered his voice.

"That's fucking weird. That little girl's sternum collapsed, she should have died on the spot, but she was barely hanging on by a thread and has recovered now."

The platoon leader sniffed as he wrote the medical record, looking puzzled.

"Company Commander Zhao, can you smell that? These seriously wounded soldiers all have a particularly strong acacia blossom scent. It's giving me a headache."

Zhao Jianjun's eyelids twitched, and he quickly laughed it off.

"Isn't the city full of locust trees? Of course it smells when the flowers are blooming. Never mind what it smells like, the fact that the person isn't dead is a great blessing. Get him treated quickly."

On the other side, Lei Lifeng had just finished arranging the blockade of the last intersection and ran back to the jeep, wiping away sweat.

A gust of wind blew by, and a handful of white acacia petals pelted his face.

Lei Lifeng subconsciously caught the petal, as if he had come to his senses, and asked a question.

"Political Commissar Zhou! This... in the sweltering heat of July, how come the locust flowers are blooming? What the hell is going on?"

The officers and guards around him also looked puzzled.

This phenomenon, which defies the laws of nature, is truly frightening to appear at this critical juncture.

Zhou Bingheng turned around, his expression calm.

"What's the panic!"

His stern shout silenced the entire room.

"This is called a pre-earthquake anomaly. Dramatic changes in stress within the Earth's crust lead to disturbances in the underground magnetic field and temperature."

"Plants are most sensitive to changes in the underground environment. Strong ground stress stimulates abnormal secretion of plant hormones, which leads to off-season flowering."

Lei Lifeng was completely taken aback by this long string of technical terms.

"Is there... any scientific basis for this?"

"have."

Zhou Bingheng remained unfazed.

"Similar records of plant hormone disorders can be found in geological literature regarding the Great Kanto Earthquake in Japan and the Xingtai Earthquake in our country."

He looked at the communications officer beside him.

"Record it immediately."

The staff officer quickly pulled out his notebook and pen.

"On July 15, 1976, at 4:40 PM, large areas of Chinese locust and black locust trees in the main urban area and surrounding areas of Tang City exhibited the unusual phenomenon of blooming out of season."

"This is a precursor to an extremely strong burst of ground stress. It is botanical evidence suggesting an impending mega-earthquake."

Zhou Bingheng gave the order directly.

"Now, immediately, report this record to the North China Military Region Air Defense Headquarters via the confidential line, and send a copy to the National Seismological Bureau."

The communications officer immediately brought his legs together.

"Yes! Send the message immediately!"

Looking at the petals fluttering in the air, Lei Lifeng's initial panic completely transformed into fear of the impending major earthquake.

If the previous evacuation was due to military orders, now, seeing this illogical phenomenon, Lei Lifeng truly believed it.

Tang City is absolutely going to collapse.

Zhou Bingheng turned around, staring at the falling petals, his eyes deep and somber.

one stone two bird.

He not only gave a scientific veneer to the sea of ​​flowers that his wife had created with her magical powers.

This adds another crucial piece of empirical evidence to earthquake early warning systems.

The sky was getting dark.

The congestion on Jianguo Road has been largely cleared, and military trucks at various intersections are systematically transporting people out of the city.

Su Xingmian stood on the roof of the vehicle, watching the last group of residents board, and let out a long sigh of relief.

She put down the tin megaphone she was holding.

The intense mental strain combined with the widespread use of demonic power caused her to experience a brief period of dizziness.

Her legs went weak, and she slid down the edge of the car roof.

"Be careful!"

Zhou Bingheng stepped forward and caught her in his arms.

He didn't care whether there were soldiers watching or not, and reached out to touch her forehead and cheeks.

It was warm, covered with a fine layer of sweat.

Body temperature and pulse are normal.

It's no longer the near-death state where my body temperature dropped below 33 degrees Celsius.

Zhou Bingheng's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled back into his stomach.

But he still felt so sorry for her that his eyes reddened.

He picked Su Xingmian up horizontally and put her directly into the back seat of the jeep, then sat down himself and slammed the door shut.

The narrow carriage kept the outside noise at bay.

Zhou Bingheng buried his head deep in the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling the familiar scent of herbs and trees emanating from her.

"Wife," his voice was hoarse, "thank you."

Su Xingmian leaned against him, reached out and hugged his waist, and gently patted his hard back.

"I was planning to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect that Mayor Tang would give me such a big 'surprise' first."

That evening, the temporary command post of the Tangshi Military Sub-district.

The entire hall was brightly lit, and telephones rang incessantly.

Zhou Bingheng's urgent telegram in the afternoon regarding "the out-of-season blooming of locust flowers in July being a precursor to a major earthquake"

This not only shocked the North China Military Region, but also completely cleared the way for local authorities.

Previously, several revolutionary committees in surrounding counties and districts had been using the excuse of difficulty in their work to justify their failure to comply with the evacuation orders.

Upon receiving this military report, which contained scientific evidence, they were all terrified.

The highest-level earthquake preparedness plan was activated overnight.

The slow, gentle dispersing process, which was originally meant to be slow and gentle, was accelerated tonight.

Holding the latest statistics, Lei Lifeng strode to the sand table.

"Political Commissar Zhou, the three surrounding counties are fully mobilized, with transportation capacity at full capacity."

"Our daily average number of people transferred has jumped from 90,000 to 15 today."

At this rate, even without resorting to force, Tang City could be emptied before the deadline.

It's 11 p.m.

The small rest room on the side of the command post was dimly lit.

Su Xingmian lay on the cot, already fast asleep.

She had used up so much energy today that she fell asleep without even taking off her shoes.

Zhou Bingheng sat on the edge of the bed, holding a tattered palm-leaf fan that he had found somewhere, and fanned her gently.

The summer nights in Tang City are hot and humid, and even the wind feels sticky.

Su Xingmian frowned in her dream, turned over, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Stop fanning me..."

Zhou Bingheng stopped what he was doing.

He put down his palm-leaf fan, leaned over, and gently kissed her forehead.

Help her tuck the clothes that were draped over her stomach.

Then, Zhou Bingheng straightened up and walked quietly to the huge map of Tang City in the center.

There are thirteen days left until July 28th.

There are still 397,000 people in the city who have not been evacuated.

He picked up a red pencil.

The pen tip drew three bright red circles on the three old towns of the map.