Mo Shaoze felt as though something was stuck in his throat. He took a deep breath, "Rescue!"
Sitting on the ground with a blank stare and faces full of sorrow, the villagers, hearing distant footsteps, turned their heads in surprise and saw uniformly dressed soldiers in rescue gear. A glimmer of life appeared in their previously empty eyes.
Though they had escaped death, they felt no joy at surviving the disaster, because the mudslide was still flowing incessantly. They didn't know when they might experience another mudslide, where to go, or what place was safe. All they could do was wait helplessly for fate's arrangement.
But now, someone had come to rescue them. The soldiers seemed like heavenly troops descending to earth, giving them a sliver of hope for life.
"Those who can walk, please follow us to evacuate first. Our soldiers will carry the injured villagers. Please rest assured! We will not leave anyone behind," Mo Shaoze shouted to the gathered villagers.
