Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

His orders were concise and clear, with no superfluous words, only calls to action.

The recruits shouted in unison, their voices filled with anticipation for the upcoming mission and desire for victory.

They knew that Jinnan Mountain was their destination and also the challenge they were about to face.

A steel convoy headed towards Jinnan Mountain in an orderly manner in the heavy rain.

The convoy consisted of sturdy military jeeps and trucks, which drove in the rain, their wheels splashing water, and their headlights piercing the rain to illuminate the road ahead.

Each vehicle was loaded with necessary relief supplies and equipment, as well as new recruits ready to join the rescue effort.

The convoy moved forward in the heavy rain, and the rain hit the windows, forming streams of water, but the recruits in the car had firm eyes, and they were both nervous and excited.

They knew that this mission would be a race against time and they had to reach the disaster area as soon as possible to provide assistance to the affected villagers.

The convoy moved slowly forward on the winding mountain road. Despite the muddy road and the heavy rain, no vehicle fell behind and no one retreated.

The recruits held their weapons and tools tightly in their hands, with determination glittering in their eyes, and they were ready to face the upcoming challenges.

The outline of Jinnan Mountain gradually became clear in the rain, and the recruits knew that their mission had just begun.

They will face not only the threat of natural disasters, but also various unknown difficulties they may encounter.

But no matter how many difficulties lie ahead, they will move forward bravely, because they are the night watchmen and the protectors of the people.

.....

The mudslide, with its astonishing destructive power, wreaked havoc in the mountains of southern Tianjin like a yellow earth dragon.

Its huge body looked even more terrifying in the rainstorm, covering the sky and the sun, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

The rain mixed with mud and rocks formed an unstoppable force, rushing through the valley with its fangs and claws.

The rocks collapsed under the impact of the mudslide, and huge rocks were easily rolled up and rolled along with the mudslide.

The civil engineering structures of the houses seemed extremely fragile in the face of the mudslides. They were ruthlessly swallowed up by the mudslides and their walls were washed away.

Roofs were blown off and the entire village was completely destroyed by the impact of the mudslide.

The trees in the village were uprooted and washed away along with the mudslide.

The once peaceful fields and croplands were covered by mudslides and turned into a mess of mud and ruins.

Wherever the mudslide went, everything was destroyed, and it seemed that nothing could stop its power.

In front of a village destroyed by a mudslide, a man covered in mud stood there, his eyes full of despair.

His face was covered with mud and tears, and it was hard to tell which were tears and which were rain.

His voice was hoarse and desperate:

"No no no!!!"

He repeated it over and over again, as if unable to accept the reality before him.

“Oh my God!

Why is this happening?

How can you be so cruel! "

The man's cry was filled with resentment towards his fate and questioning of God.

His eyes were red, and tears mixed with rain flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the ruins of the village that had been destroyed by the mudslide.

This is his hometown, his favorite village, where his most beloved people are - his parents, wife, and children.

But now everything is ruined.

The man's heart was filled with pain and helplessness. He couldn't believe that in an instant, his life was completely turned upside down.

The man jumped up like a madman and rushed towards the ruins of his house.

His hands dug hard into the soil and stones in the ruins, trying to find his family, even if it was just a glimmer of hope.

His fingers were soon cut by the sharp stones, and blood was everywhere, but he seemed to feel no pain. He had only one thought in his mind - to rescue his family.

His hands were covered in blood, but he did not stop, his heart filled with anxiety and despair.

The man's movements became more and more frantic as he became more desperate. His voice became hoarse from excessive shouting, and his original tone was almost inaudible.

His tears mixed with the rain and dripped silently on the ruins, each drop seemed to tell the sorrow and helplessness deep in his heart.

He did not give up. Even though his hands were covered in blood, he still frantically moved the heavy bricks and stones. Every move seemed like a fight against fate.

He wanted to rescue his family; this was his only obsession at the moment.

However, as time passed, the man soon ran out of energy.

His breathing became rapid, and sweat and rain mixed with mud, making his whole body covered with mud.

His body was covered with wounds, and blood oozed out of the wounds, mixing with mud and water, making him look like a wandering soul at the end of his life.

There was no clean spot on the man's body. His clothes were torn and his skin was covered with scratches and bruises.

His body was shaking, but he still persisted, unwilling to stop what he was doing. He had only one thought in his mind - his family, he had to save them.

"Oh my God! Someone please save me!!!" the man roared in despair.

“Woo——!”

The silence in the disaster area was broken by the roar of machinery.

The sound was particularly loud in the rainstorm, as if it was the howl of a giant beast, penetrating the rain curtain and bringing hope to people in despair.

The dazzling high beams flashed, cutting through the darkness like a sharp sword, illuminating the road ahead.

Military pickup trucks drove up quickly, speeding along the muddy road and cutting through the rain, carrying the mission and determination to rescue.

Then, the pickup trucks stopped steadily, their wheels splashing mud and water, but the soldiers on board did not hesitate at all.

They quickly got off the vehicle, treading through the muddy water with firm and powerful steps. Their eyes were determined, revealing the bravery and determination of soldiers, as well as a strong sense of responsibility.

I saw these soldiers running to the rescue, shouting inspiring slogans:

"Daxia soldiers are here! Death retreats! The survivors....eternal life!"

Their voices were loud and powerful, penetrating the noise of the rainstorm and bringing strength and courage to the people in the disaster area.

The arrival of these soldiers was like a ray of light that illuminated the darkness and brought hope to people in despair.

Their arrival is not only a rescue, but also a spiritual support, letting the people affected by the disaster know that they are not alone and that the country and the army are their strong backing.

The soldiers quickly threw themselves into the rescue work. They had clear division of labor: some were responsible for search and rescue, some were responsible for transporting the wounded, and some were responsible for comforting the affected people.

Their movements were swift and orderly, and although the rain blurred their vision, there was no hesitation or confusion in their actions.

When the man saw the soldiers coming, a gleam in his eyes and his movements became more powerful.

He knew that with the help of the soldiers, his family might still be saved.

His voice was hoarse but firm:

"Save us..." He pointed in the direction of his home, hoping that the soldiers could find his family as soon as possible.

A young officer walked over resolutely and helped the man up.

Gentle opening.

"Daxia soldiers are here! Death retreats! The survivors will live forever!"

"Don't worry! Leave everything to us!"