Meng Xinian stood atop a pile of mud and rocks, holding two flashlights, signaling the vehicle.
The team member driving gripped the steering wheel tightly, palms sweating.
Only at this place did they realize the gap they had cleared was still very small, barely enough for their vehicle to scrape through.
But the road was slippery, and as the vehicle reached this point, its tires kept skidding, somewhat out of control.
The first vehicle managed to force its way past while one of its wheels ground over a pile of dirt; everyone inside jolted and shouted, fearing they were about to roll over.
The vehicle narrowly made it through.
The second vehicle simply followed the tire tracks of the one in front, pressing on; its rear wheels skidded, flinging out a heap of mud and water.
"Hold steady!"
"Charge through! We don't have time!"
"Charge through!"
