"I can't hear such a big noise?"

The officer subconsciously looked inside the room and grabbed Pusen and rushed down the stairs.

Puson was tidying up his clothes, and fled irritably, and he faced the officer's eyes: "Pick my clothes again, I will beat you to death."

He knocked open the officer and rushed out of the gate. The windows of the street were open, and countless heads stretched out from it and panicked towards the sky.

There are words like gods and punishments in countless exclamation sounds from time to time.

Pusson thought he was in the dark, and was gloomy all around him.

He looked up again and saw that the whole sky was filled with smoke, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke. He would cough if he took a breath.

The only lights that can be illuminated are the torches raised by the residents and the red light that occupies half of the sky in the distance.

A general rode a horse and led his entourage to fight by, pointing to the two people on the ground and speaking: "You are from the Guards Rifle Group, are you? Come and gather!"

After hearing this, Pusen turned around and returned to the yard to lead a horse. He rushed the horse away without saying a word. Another officer couldn't catch up and stamped his feet in anger.

The horse could not run on the street at all. Countless residents looked up, their faces were filled with fear, panic and curiosity.

Everyone was coughing, everyone was running around and telling each other, and some even knelt down to the strange sky.

The sky was divided into three parts, one side was red, one side was black and the other side was blue.

Pusson's horses were trained to knock everything up unless they were directed, including small stalls on the street.

Another dull explosion.

Pusen grabbed the horse, and the horse stopped his hooves and neighed in place. He looked into the distance and could hear clearly that it was definitely an explosion.

Some people don’t know that those who kneel down and worship are even more pious and kneel hard, thinking that this is the voice of the gods.

Their actions attracted more people to join the pilgrimage, and under the influence of herd psychology, everyone was firmly convinced that they were being punished by the gods.

Pusen despised the group of people and continued to run towards the gathering place.

A wave of heat hit the face, the horse was frightened and raised high. He comforted him while searching around.

When he approached the explosion, there was so much smoke that he could no longer see the road. He could no longer ride a horse, and he would accidentally bump into a pedestrian.

He looked a few meters away, and the smoke over there became a completely barrier.

Suddenly, a rash ghost and rash horse broke through the smoke and galloped out, unable to dodge the man Pusen, and the sky was dark after the collision.

Pusen flew out and overturned to the ground.

People who flew out of the barrier in succession, pushed and slammed each other.

Not only people rushed out, but also horses, staring with big eyes and ignoring, rushing towards the place they think is safe.

The scene was so chaotic that it was uncontrollable.

My eldest cousin was also uncomfortable. When he rushed into the inside, he was squeezed in the middle by a surging crowd. It took a lot of effort to barely control the frightened horse.

Then, he followed the team out in a daze, and gradually ran to the front, then ran into Pusson head-on.

Fortunately, Mr. Romita commanded the guards to intervene, and he was able to evacuate in an orderly manner. Despite this, the ground was still messy, and not only the miscellaneous items but also the people were lying around.

The sheriff in charge of the city's security rushed over and worked with Romi to make a plan to extinguish them. They stood at the height of the building and watched every move below.

"How could it explode? Why did it explode? What should I do? I will definitely shoot him after finding the problem!"

A certain sheriff kept complaining.

"Shut up!"

Romi slapped the table hard, staring at the sheriff and said, "Now I need to find a way to put out the fire! If you have no idea, shut up and stay there!"

The man shut up, his face still angry.

Romi no longer paid attention to him and looked at another sheriff who had been staring at the planning map of the capital.

The sheriff made up his mind and drew a circle on the picture with a pen.

Then he threw the pen and said, "Follow the line I drew, all the buildings and trees on the line will be pushed down."

The sheriff who had been complaining retorted: "We are doing it. It's all made of wood. It's very strong and cannot be pushed down in a short period of time. Are you going to cut down a tree?"

"Shut up!" Romi roared again, looked at the other person and continued to say.

The man continued: "All the carpenters involved in the construction of the house were found, and the soldiers cooperated with them to blow up the load-bearing structure. If they didn't work, they would be bombarded with guns. However, Romita, it takes time, and we must do everything we can to stop the fire from spreading."

After hearing this, Mr. Romi grabbed a general and said, "Did you hear it? Take the picture and do it."

The general took the order and left.

After this, another general was brought over, and another string of orders: "Build a blockade at every street intersection and organize people to enter the . One can be saved."

The general looked at the overwhelming flames and felt a little weak. If he went in, he didn't know how many people would have to sacrifice.

Romi saw his worries, and the old lady roared in a hoarse voice: "Go quickly!"

After yelling, the old lady became weak and sat aside without knowing what she was thinking.

As time goes by, everyone is doing their own thing.

The blockade line has been established, countless houses have not been converted into temporary hospitals, and patients with burns and even lung infections and coughs have been carried or carried in.

The hospital was overcrowded, and many injured doctors were helpless, so they could only choose to amputate or give up.

Especially for lung infections, they are helpless.

Explosions came one after another, a few people went in, a few people came out, and then exploded, and then a group of people cleaned the house and left open space.

Teams of soldiers covered their mouths and noses with soaked cloths and rushed into the thick smoke.

Pusen woke up and checked his body. Fortunately, he only had a slight scratch. He kicked his cousin twice before he had time to think about his current situation.

The situation was very bad. He was in a dark cloud, the heat wave burning his skin, gray and unable to tell the direction.

He ran over to see the horse he rode. The horse was over, and he was frothing with his big eyes.

He went over and kicked his cousin in disgust again, but the latter was kicked a few times but still showed no sign of awakening.

Dead?

Pusen thought to himself, and wiped away the dust from his cousin's face and looked into his neck. He was still alive.

When the man was alive, Pusen wanted to kick a few more times, but finally he held back. He carried his eldest cousin on his shoulder and walked in the opposite direction of the horse falling down.

He was tripped to the ground after walking a few steps. After getting up angrily, he found that the person who tripped him was a person who was already dead. He must have been trampled to death. The injuries on his body made his scalp numb.

Many people died like this, and there were many within the limit of the distance that Pusen could see.

He no longer cared about this, nor did he carry his eldest cousin again, but dragged his eldest cousin's legs and pulled him away like a cart.

My eldest cousin lay down, slid rustling on the ground.
Chapter completed!