The train conductor continues to organize and mobilize.
Some of the other train staff arrange the lines, while others try to persuade those who don’t want to move.
After gathering the relevant information, Jiang Cheng led the night school people back to their carriage as quickly as possible.
The people from the night school trusted Jiang Cheng, and everyone moved quickly, soon lining up at the front of the evacuation team.
Most of the people were willing to listen to persuasion and were well aware of the dangers of landslides.
Because in previous years, whenever it rained heavily, incidents of things being swept away or collapsed were not uncommon.
In the face of life and death, walking in the rain was nothing.
The formation of the queue from the rear carriages gradually took shape, with the severely injured placed on temporary stretchers or being supported by others.
Previously rescued pregnant women were placed in the night school’s team, with a few boys from the night school carrying her.
The little girl Lan Hua sneaked a few looks at Jiang Cheng, and whenever Jiang Cheng looked back at her, she would show her brightest smile.
The team moved forward in an orderly but slow pace.
Soon, they could see another team.
Those were probably people from the front carriages.
At this time, the rain had lessened a bit, but it was still falling.
The water flowed underfoot with a gurgling sound, and walking passengers felt more anxious.
"Comrades, quicker!"
"Keep it up, comrades!"
"Walk out of this valley!"
Everyone encouraged each other. It was unclear who started it, but someone began reciting a quote.
"Do not be intimidated by the enemy’s fierce momentum."
"Do not be discouraged by bearable difficulties."
"Do not lose heart at temporary setbacks."
"The road is tortuous, the future is bright, the darkness will soon pass, the dawn is right in front."
...
The position of the instructor is unshakable.
The sound of the quotes grew louder, and more and more people joined in.
Every Chinese character provided people with spiritual strength.
With a single push, they marched forward bravely.
The two teams finally merged.
The team reciting the quotes grew even larger.
Among all the advancing teams, there was one group particularly noticeable.
They wore raincoats, held umbrellas, had boots on their feet, and had blonde hair and blue eyes.
Confusion was evident in their eyes; they couldn’t understand what these Hua Xia people were doing.
They chatted and complained to each other.
"Are they crazy?"
"I don’t know! Who knows! It’s just too unlucky!"
"It’s not us who are unlucky; Hua Xia is too backward. Our country has long stopped using such trains!"
"Oh—such muddy roads still exist in this new era, it’s really disgusting!"
A few foreigners complained like mad, walking slower and slower.
The accompanying few foreign trade personnel looked at each other, not understanding what they were saying.
One middle-aged man with a stern face frowned and asked, "How’s the translation?"
"Director Leng, the translator had a concussion and fainted."
Director Leng rubbed his forehead with his fingers and looked back.
"Go to the back and see if there are any students who know foreign languages on board. At least find someone adequate. We can’t act like blind men here."
"Okay, I’ll go right away!"
A staff member, without any rain gear, went bareheaded.
All their rain gear had been given to those foreigners.
Right now, Hua Xia and M had established diplomatic relations, and some foreigners would bring opportunities for cooperation to Hua Xia.
Of course, some were purely curious and came to tour Hua Xia.
Regardless of the reason, they were all given a high level of reception.
No other reason, only because our country needed foreign exchange.
Hua Xia needed to buy technology and production lines, all requiring the consumption of foreign exchange.


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