Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 826: The Flood Mercilessly Devours Everything

In Pingxiang Town in the Shichuan region of Fuso Country, the night is as dark as ink and everything is silent. Only the occasional cries of night owls in the distance break the tranquil night.

Every household in the town was immersed in dreams, the lights were dim, and the moonlight gently sprinkled on the bluestone road, covering this ancient town with a layer of silver gauze.

However, in this quiet night, a sudden and deafening roar suddenly sounded, like the roar of an ancient beast, piercing the silence of the night and disturbing the peace of the town.

The voice was deep and powerful, carrying an irresistible power that made people feel fearful.

In a quaint wooden house at the east end of the town, a white-haired old man was suddenly awakened by the sudden roar.

He turned over and sat up, a trace of doubt and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He listened carefully, and the roar seemed to be clearer, as if it was echoing in his ears. He gently pushed his sleeping wife beside him, and his voice was a little hurried and uneasy: "Wife, listen, is there thunder? The sound is so loud, it seems to be on our roof."

The old man was awakened, opened his eyes dazedly, looked out the window, saw the bright moonlight without a single cloud, and consoled him: "Old man, you must have had a nightmare, right? It's the middle of the night, and it's not raining, how could there be thunder? Go to sleep quickly, don't scare yourself."

The old man shook his head, his brows furrowed, but the feeling of uneasiness in his heart did not dissipate.

He listened carefully again. Although the roar was not as fierce as before, it was still intermittent, and faintly mixed with the roar of rushing water. The old man thought to himself, such a sound could not be explained by natural phenomena, could it be...?

"No, I have to go out and take a look." The old man said as he put on his coat and prepared to get out of bed.

Seeing this, his wife quickly grabbed his hand and said worriedly, "You are old and it's late at night. You don't know what's going on outside. You'd better not go. What if something goes wrong?"

The old man looked back at his wife, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes: "It's okay, I'll just walk around in the yard and come back after checking the situation. You just wait at home, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he gently broke free from his wife's hand, opened the door, and stepped into the night full of unknowns and dangers.

From the moment the Changbo Reservoir burst its banks, an unstoppable force of nature was completely released.

The flood rushed out like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, carrying with it the power to destroy the world, and ravaged Pingxiang Town downstream.

They surged, with uprooted dead trees floating on the water, rolling and colliding in the air, making bursts of shrill whimpers, as if they were the wailing of the spirits of nature. These dead trees and the floods leaned against each other, yet tore each other apart, weaving together a doomsday-like scene.

The mud and sand were also swept up by this powerful force, forming a turbid torrent.

They are like yellow mud, intertwined with the clear water, making the entire flood look even more hideous and terrifying. These muds are mixed with gravel, rubble, and even the remains of houses. They ruthlessly impact everything along the way, turning everything into a mess.

The flood roared, the sound was deafening. It was a sound mixed with anger, despair and power, it seemed to devour everything and destroy everything. As the flood continued to advance, the soil on both sides of the river began to loosen and collapse, huge pieces of soil were swept into the torrent, intensifying the power of the flood.

The farmland on the shore was the first to be hit. The crops that had just sprouted and the hard work of the people who worked hard were all gone at this moment. The flood ruthlessly washed away the farmland, turning the fertile land into a muddy swamp. The crops were uprooted and blown away by the wind; the farm tools were washed away and scattered everywhere.

As the flood gradually approached Pingxiang Town, the residents began to feel an unprecedented crisis. They looked at the surging flood outside the window in horror, feeling helpless and desperate.

Pingxiang Town, this once quiet and peaceful town, now seems to be torn into pieces by an invisible hand.

The flood raged like a ferocious beast, devouring everything mercilessly, wiping Pingxiang Town off the map and leaving behind only desolation and despair.

The flood broke through the edge of the town, and the first to be hit were the low-lying houses. The water flow had an irresistible force, instantly destroying the fragile wooden houses, tiles flying, beams and columns breaking, making a series of piercing noises. The residents' screams and cries of fear intertwined with the roar of the flood, forming a sad symphony.

"Hurry! Run to higher ground!" a middle-aged man shouted anxiously. He held his elderly mother in one hand and his young child in the other, and struggled forward in the muddy water.

"My home... My home is gone..." A woman knelt on the threshold that was about to be flooded, her voice choked with sobs, filled with endless sorrow and reluctance.

However, the flood continued to rise relentlessly, eventually sweeping her away.

As the flood deepened, the core area of ​​Pingxiang Town was not spared. The streets turned into rivers, and shops, teahouses, temples...all familiar buildings were submerged under the turbid water.

The once bustling market is now reduced to empty ruins, with goods, stalls and even the remains of livestock floating on the water, emitting a disgusting smell.

"Don't panic, everyone! Stay calm! We will definitely get through this!" The young mayor stood on a roof that was not completely flooded, waving his arms and shouting loudly.

He tried to comfort the panicked residents, but his voice was trembling a little. He knew that the severity of this disaster was far beyond their imagination.

As the dawn broke, the last ray of light in Pingxiang Town was swallowed up by the raging flood.

The flood was like an out-of-control beast, completely submerging this historic town and wiping it off the map forever.

The entire Pingxiang Town, whether it is the towering buildings or the low houses, has now disappeared under the water, leaving only vague outlines and the occasional exposed roof, as if it were an isolated island in the ocean, helpless and hopeless.

The flood continued to roar, rushing downstream with the power to devour everything. It was like an invisible sharp blade, cutting everything along the way. No matter whether it was a solid bridge or a tall tree, it could not stop its advance.

Various floating objects are mixed in the water flow: broken wooden boards, broken rubble, abandoned furniture... They roll and collide with the flood, making bursts of dull sounds, as if they are nature's elegy.

Under the impact of the flood, the fields and villages downstream are also facing an unprecedented crisis. Farmland is submerged, crops are destroyed, and livestock struggle to survive in the flood. The villagers are terrified and flee their homes to seek higher shelters.

However, the flood was like an invisible net that wrapped them tightly, leaving them nowhere to escape.

Eventually, the floods gathered into a huge river, which continued to flow forward, carrying the fear of Pingxiang Town.