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Chapter 895 Race Against Time
We're saved... We're finally saved, Mommy!
Ashlyn continued up the mountain with the others. After they walked for about half an hour, a familiar male voice
drifted into her ears.
“Men, we must rescue everyone trapped under these rocks before the upstream water bursts its banks. Otherwise,
they'll all die when a flash flood breaks out.”
It was none other than Lucas.
Ashlyn glanced back over her shoulder. “Hurry up, everyone! We're going to convene with Lucas. There are people
buried under the rocks above!”
As the mountainous terrain was beyond difficult to traverse, it was still a great hardship no matter how fast they
walked.
When Ashlyn lifted her head again after walking for a while, she was greeted by the sight of Lucas' tall and slender
back on the mountainside just a stone's throw away. Behind him were Spencer and dozens of men.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe looked at the familiar figure, and her nose inexorably stung.
An indescribable feeling pervaded her.
Never had she imagined that she would coordinate and work side by side with Lucas in such a manner one day.
The man stood with his back to her, sounding sonorous and forceful. “We've got to dig up all these rocks and save
those buried underneath. Spencer, lead a few men and widen the fissures here. Torrential waters will likely cascade
in a flash flood and sweep through this mountain.”
“If that happens, everyone at the hillside camp will be in danger. What should we do now, Mr. Nolan? Should we
save these people here or otherwise?” Spencer asked.
“It's fine if we don't save them if they're already dead under these rocks. But if they're still alive, do we have the
heart to sacrifice them and have them remain buried here so that those below the mountain live?”
Before Lucas could say anything, he suddenly heard a woman's cool and crisp voice ring out in the pouring rain
behind him.
“Ms. Berry?” Spencer gaped at the woman walking toward them.
Lucas couldn't help turning back for a look either, only to spot Ashlyn heading toward them at a fast clip in a
raincoat. “Honey? Why are you here?”
Didn't we split up earlier? Why did we both ultimately end up here?
Ashlyn swept her gaze over everyone there. “We must save the people! All of us are the best, and I believe we
won't back down just because of some trivial difficulty. Let's get them out before the flash flood hits. We'll find a way
to move some rocks over to seal the gaps after that!”
“As you said, we need to race against time. Fortunately, we've got numbers on our side now. Let's get digging.”
Having said that, Lucas stepped forward and picked up the shovel to dig up the rocks.
Following his lead, everyone else started swinging their shovels and excavating the rocks. Meanwhile, those without
tools moved the rocks barehanded.
Several people were buried underneath, so they had to get the rocks away.
Without hesitation, Ashlyn stretched out her hands to move the rocks. When both her hands, which were bleeding
incessantly, came into view, Lucas found the sight utterly heartbreaking.
He shot out his massive hands and grasped her fair and delicate ones. “Have you lost your mind? Your hands are
injured!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“It's okay. They don't hurt at all.” Ashlyn shook her head.
Just then, a hand came into sight from underneath the rocks.
Shockingly, it was even twitching.
At that turn of events, Spencer, Cassandra, and the others worked even harder until they pulled the first person
out.
Due to the limited oxygen within the constrained space under the rocks, the survivors were all deathly pale.
Coupled with the fact that they hadn't eaten anything for a few days in a row, they were pitifully weak.
Mere moments after they had saved the injured villagers from under the rocks, a roaring rush of gushing water
split the air without warning.
On the heels of that, a cry for help drifted into the air. “Help... me... Help...”
Every so often, the rumbling waters drowned the voice.
Snapping her eyes up in surprise, Ashlyn swung her gaze below the rocks. According to her judgment, the voice
came from behind the mountain wall.
There was a fissure in the mountain wall, and the voice rang out from behind it from time to time.
A constant stream of water spilled out from behind the mountain wall via the crack that was about thirty
centimeters wide. “What's going on here? There seems to be someone behind the mountain!”
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