Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Could there really be gods in this world?!"

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"Thump—!!!"

"Thump—!!!"

"Thump—!!!"

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The loud noise they had just heard was merely the sound of Zhang Renfeng's footsteps. Usually so swift and decisive, he was moving incredibly slowly this time. Each step required immense effort, and the muddy, filthy road was transformed beyond recognition with each step he took.

"Do not……"

Sam took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "We can't let him shoulder this alone!"

"Sam?" Jonah hadn't recovered from the shock.

"Brothers and sisters of Pike City!!" Sam shouted at the top of his lungs, raising his fist. "This is not just his escape, it is the escape of all of us, more than four thousand people, our lives intertwined, our fates intertwined!"

“My friend is from White Torch Town, and has absolutely no connection to this place, but he’s here now…and standing here for us!”

"Those who still have strength and can still move, come with me!"

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"oh------!!!"

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in a chorus of shouts, each one a desperate response. Led by Sam, the people seemed to have forgotten their hunger, thirst, cold, and pain; their hearts were filled with a different kind of fervent emotion.

Miracle.

To participate in miracles and become a part of them is like in mythology, where every time a messenger of the gods performs a miracle, he gains a large following of believers.

After witnessing all of this in 1879, America found it difficult to regard Zhang Renfeng as a "person".

A surging crowd gathered at the rear of the locomotive, shouting passionate slogans, their hands pressed against the metal sheet, their strength converging to help push the locomotive forward.

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"Crack!"

From a high vantage point, Angel Eyes picked up his camera and took a picture.

At the front of the locomotive, Zhang Renfeng, alone, propelled it forward with a strength comparable to that of a god.

At the end of the locomotive, a dense crowd converged, two groups of people, one from the main urban area and the other from the shantytown, dressed completely differently, mingling together. They were all shouting, their faces flushed and veins bulging, straining with all their might to push this heavy steel object onto the tracks it was meant to be on.

Amidst the torrential rain, this scene was imbued with an indescribable divine quality.

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"If this photo doesn't win an award..." Angel Eyes muttered to himself, "I'll eat this camera."

Chapter 761: He's with the common people, what about us?

"Mother? Mother, we can't stop, we can't stop!"

The boy grabbed a woman's wrist, anxiously turning back. In the darkness, he could see nothing but the rumbling of water approaching them. Scattered people ran past them, all terrified.

He wasn't sure what was chasing him from the deep darkness. But instinct told him that when everyone started running, he'd better run too.

The old woman, whose hand he was holding, sat on the ground for a long time, unable to catch her breath. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, numbness, and despair. She glanced back, then shook her head. "I can't run anymore, I have no strength left. You go... go ahead, don't get separated from your father. You two run on your own..."

"No, what kind of nonsense is this? I don't want this!"

The boy persisted, trying to pull the woman up from the ground, but it took far more strength than he had imagined to lift a completely exhausted adult. Even when she managed to stand, she couldn't run at all. After running two or three steps through the crowd, she suddenly tripped, perhaps on a small mound of earth.

Regardless, the woman tripped and fell, and her hand and the boy's hand were completely separated in the fall.

To escape the flood, they were already fleeing towards higher ground. With this fall, the woman's body rolled uncontrollably several times on the steep slope. It all happened so fast, so fast that she didn't even have time to say a word; the woman simply fell down the slope and into the darkness.

"..."

The last "Mother" stuck in his throat. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. The boy felt that even if he did say it, it wouldn't make any difference.

He couldn't believe that the woman he saw every time he opened his eyes had simply vanished from his life on an ordinary night. He would never see her again.

People around him were busy fleeing for their lives, running past him. The world is so big, yet not a single person would stop for him even for a moment.

He stood on the edge of the steep hillside, looking down. The rushing water had long since swallowed the rocks, and perhaps because of the darkness, everything seemed so calm. Compared to them, the boy suddenly felt incredibly small, so small that he didn't even have time to grieve or cry.

A year of great disaster was coming, and he had to move forward immediately to find his father among the nearby refugees, so that he might have a chance to survive.

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In the second year of the Shunzhi reign, a great flood occurred in Jiangnan, submerging dozens of prefectures.

The people were in dire straits, and countless people drowned.

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"Thump—!!"

"Thump—!!"

"Thump—!!"

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The heavy, thunderous footsteps drew Lu Aniu's attention back to the present.

He and his team stood on the roof of the third floor of the train station, taking in the entire scene of everyone pulling the locomotive.

Lu Aniu's gaze was fixed on Zhang Renfeng below, watching as he pulled the massive metal object step by step out of the muddy road and towards the tracks. Every step was so difficult, but with everyone's efforts, the seemingly unshakeable weight began to move little by little, getting closer and closer to the rails.

"He's quite a character," Lu Aniu murmured. "I'm not as good as him."

“Dad, you’re underestimating yourself by saying that,” Mo Ke chimed in, but his focus was completely different from Lu A Niu’s. “Your Prajna Skill has reached the final level of the thirteenth level. You could pull this lightweight steam locomotive, which doesn’t even need to carry water or coal, just as well.”

"Yes, but so what?"

Lu Aniu's gaze never left Zhang Renfeng, and at this moment he sighed deeply, "Look at him."

"At this moment, he is with the common people."

"What about us?"

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"Just a little bit more! Just a little bit more!"

"We're almost there! Everyone, give it your all!"

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“Bang!!”

Finally, amidst the torrential rain, a resounding metallic clang echoed. The heavy locomotive had finally been successfully pushed onto the tracks.

The crowd accomplished a miracle they had never even dared to imagine before. In an instant, the roar of the mountains and the roar of the sea transformed into a wave, spreading through the curtain of rain. For a moment, people even forgot the torrential rain, forgot the hurricane, forgot the ever-rising water level, and were simply overwhelmed with emotion at the miracle they had created.

With a thud, Zhang Renfeng's vision went black as he collapsed into the mud.

Deep rope marks were visible on his chest, back, and abdomen. His muscles remained tense, and his low breathing turned into a suppressed roar, like that of a wild beast.

"Zhang! We did it! We..."

"No—! Don't come any closer!!!"

"Boom--!"

The roar was much louder than before.

Zhang Renfeng, out of control, pounded the ground with his fist, instantly breaking the stone-paved ground in half. The rubble splashed out like water droplets along with the rain.

His worst fears came true.

The force required to pull a locomotive far exceeded the limit he could muster under normal circumstances. To save everyone, they needed this locomotive, and to get it in place and moving... Zhang Renfeng had no choice but to drag it from the warehouse to the designated track.

Just now, while pulling the cart, he felt waves of chest tightness and shortness of breath, and his vision gradually went from black to red.

The experience was similar to that in Sanma Town, except this time, Zhang Renfeng was mentally prepared and held on until he pulled the locomotive onto the tracks.

"Zhang, are you... are you alright?" Sam was uncertain. His body instincts told him that the male in front of him was extremely dangerous, so he subconsciously stopped in his tracks, but still didn't turn around and run away. He forced himself to say, "Thanks to you, the locomotive got on the tracks smoothly, we succeeded!"

"Next, we can leave this city together!"

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"Click!"

Zhang Renfeng did not answer him, but suddenly clenched his fists, arched his back, bent over, stared straight at him, and clenched his teeth.

Perhaps because his muscles were tense, his body looked a size larger than before, and his hair stood on end without wind, making a rough grinding sound. Considering how he had just single-handedly pulled a section of the locomotive, the sight of him now was enough to scare anyone half to death.

He took a step toward Sam.

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"Boom--!"

A strike in mid-air.

Zhang Renfeng suddenly felt a chill on his scalp as a surge of internal force ripped through the rain and struck five inches directly above his hairline.

His thoughts, which were almost overwhelmed by primal savagery and were in a state of confusion, suddenly became clear, and he even immediately determined the location of the attack.

"Baihui acupoint?" Zhang Renfeng was shocked. "Someone... pressed my Baihui acupoint?!"

How can it be! ?

He couldn't tell, and just instinctively covered the spot where the acupoint had been pressed.

Just as its name suggests, Baihui is a place where all feelings converge. It is where the three Yang meridians of the hand and the three Yang meridians of the foot meet, and it is also the destination of the Du meridian.

Using this as a breakthrough point, the powerful internal energy poured into his body, circulating through his limbs and bones.

In an instant, the wind calmed his mind, his yang energy rose, and he was able to completely break free from that almost beast-like state.

Healed.

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“Mr. Zhang?” Sophia’s gaze had cleared from its initial confusion as she cautiously asked, “Who were you just now…”

“Divine Illumination Skill,” Zhang Renfeng murmured. “He used the method of striking acupoints from a distance to deliver the internal energy of the Divine Illumination Skill into my body, thus relieving my state of demonic possession.”

Looking around, in the sea of ​​people, there was no one suspicious to be found.

But he was certain that the person helping him now was the same person who had saved Sofia. Only he could do something so technically demanding.

"This person's martial arts skills are superb, and his martial arts techniques are exquisite..."

Zhang Renfeng sighed, took the rope off himself, and said, "I'm not as good as him."

Chapter 762: Departure!

"Mr. Zhang... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your rest, but... the situation is unclear right now, the Great Lake Demon is about to land. There are still some problems, and my staff and I have discussed them for a long time, but we still have to ask you for your advice..."

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If Jonah had previously maintained a relatively respectable and humble attitude towards Zhang Renfeng and his group, after pulling the locomotive, he practically knelt down to speak to Zhang Renfeng. Even though he was standing next to him, his back was bent so low he was practically hunched over. If he weren't so flexible, he might have bent his head right between his legs.

Zhang Renfeng sighed softly.

Reality is cruel; they expended so much effort, and all they managed to do was push the locomotive onto the tracks.

Countless difficult tasks still awaited them, and clearly, after everything that had just happened, Jonah, the "acting mayor," had become a true mouthpiece. Meanwhile, Zhang Renfeng, resting in the train carriage, had become the true leader.

It's no exaggeration to say that if he asked everyone to jump into the river right now, a considerable number of people would probably jump in without even asking any questions.

“The train doesn’t have enough coal to go that far.” Bernard shrugged. “Sorry, Zhang, we really don’t have any this time. We can’t find any anywhere.”

"You probably know that trains burn coal. There are ten freight cars in the station to carry these four thousand people. If we only consider weight, eight cars should be enough. The remaining two cars are loaded with steel that has been transported here, and we haven't had time to unload them yet... Once it starts moving, I can just unload the cars."

"It might be very crowded. We'll need to set aside an extra carriage specifically for the remaining supplies."

"When you put all these things together, the existing coal supply won't be enough to burn."

Lydia immediately thought, "If it's just a one-way trip, we can go to the nearest city to refuel."

Bernard shook his head. "Even calculating a one-way trip, it's still not enough."