Chapter 356: Chapter 175: The Sinking Metropolis (Part 2)

A number of people were drawn by the sound and saw a middle-aged Indian uncle in a purple T-shirt being carried on the back of an anxious-looking young man. It was visible to the naked eye that there was a steel rod as thick as a finger stuck in the Indian uncle’s back, and blood was trickling out of the ripped wound, turning his clothes a deep purple, only to be quickly washed away by the heavy rain.

Gu Ji glanced around but didn’t see any emergency personnel wearing white coats or reflective rescue vests.

“Where are the medical personnel?”

“Sir, the medical personnel were just transferred to the hospital to handle critical patients, there is no one available now!”

“At least one should have been left behind! Fatima, contact the command post and send more medical personnel to the North District!”

Gu Ji glared, but the government office worker showed no sign of guilt or apology and even rolled his eyes, seeming completely unconcerned about the lives of the refugees.

Indeed, the flood disaster is about to hit.

As a government official, not only did he not get the chance to escape to a safe zone, but he also had to risk his life to evacuate and relocate refugees in the most dangerous northern district, it was understandable to have some complaints.

“Two people come with me!”

Gu Ji called out, then opened the car door and jumped into the water from the roof, “Be careful with protection, there’s too much garbage in the water, especially discarded syringe needles and glassware, which can easily cut the skin and cause infections!”

The environment in the slum area was extremely poor; he was worried whether these refugees soaking in the garbage water would get cross-infected.

The three squeezed beside the man in the purple shirt.

Gu Ji took a quick look at the wound and deduced that he probably slipped and fell by himself, resulting in the steel rod piercing his back, possibly damaging the lungs as well, leaving him completely unconscious with a pale face and purplish lips — a sign of excessive blood loss, “He needs emergency treatment right away, get a military vehicle to take him to the nearest hospital!”

This kind of deep puncture wound was not something he could handle at the moment.

“Hand him to me! Be careful, don’t touch the steel rod!”

“Please, you must save my dad!”

“Don’t worry!”

While comforting the boy, Gu Ji reached out one hand to clasp the man’s arms around his neck and grabbed the knees with the other, lifting the injured individual onto his shoulders — a method he learned during emergency courses on the Xiangzhou battlefield, called the ’carry method,’ generally used for transporting unconscious patients.

Indian soldiers should have also received related first aid training, so as Gu Ji lifted the man in purple, two of them immediately moved to the back and held the head, neck, and legs with both hands, ensuring the overall center of gravity remained balanced and preventing Gu Ji from falling while moving.

Needless to say.

Gu Ji’s conscientious and responsible attitude won the hearts of many refugees in the slum, prompting some to voluntarily get off the bus.

Just as the military vehicle drove away with the unconscious man in purple, Gu Ji’s ears perked up with the subtle sound of rushing water, and even the accumulated water at his feet began to sway back and forth.

“Could it be that the flood is coming!”

“Oh my God! Everyone, run!”

“Quick, scatter! The flood is coming!!”

“Do not panic! This is not a flood, we have technicians monitoring the Hugli River dam, don’t panic, Marlo, control the scene immediately!”

Seeing that persuasion was futile, Gu Ji concealed the fierce look in his eyes and brought up the army.

Unexpectedly, just as Marlo commanded the army convoy to disembark and maintain order, Fatima excitedly stood up from the car, frantically waving her arms, “It’s not a flood! Vidi! It’s the boat unit!”

The next moment, with the rumble of gasoline engines and splashing water, a large array of orange rubber rescue boats approached the slum area in a triangular formation.

“It looks like they’re here to save us!”

“What the commissioner said is true! Everyone must listen to him and maintain order!”

“Yes! Trust the government in everything!”

With hope and a large number of armed soldiers, the crowd calmed down once again.

Until the boat unit docked at the entrance of the main street of the slum, Gu Ji suddenly heard a somewhat familiar shout.

“Vidi! Is Vidi here?”

“I’m here, Pradan!”

What a coincidence, it turned out that this boat unit was the same one previously responsible for supporting Assam.

Indeed, this was the best option.

Since West Bengal already bordered Assam and was very close, plus Pradan’s disaster response unit was well-prepared in terms of materials, equipment, and rescue technology, they could be deployed without preparation or adaptation time, maximizing the unit’s effectiveness at the lowest cost.

Pradan was still the same, with a head of gray-white curly hair, a full beard, wearing an orange reflective rescue suit.

It turns out that during the few days he was away, the rain had stopped for many days, and the flooding in towns was continuously decreasing, diminishing the role of the boat unit.

Therefore, Pradan left only a hundred boat units along the river for rescue missions, while all remaining units were transferred to Calcutta to assist in support as ordered by the Central Cabinet Ministry of Internal Affairs.

In the team, several rescue personnel excitedly greeted Gu Ji stealthily.

They were precisely the team members previously commanded by Gu Ji from boat team 14.

“Let me introduce another helper to you!”

Gu Ji briefly responded to them, then immediately took Pradan to meet Marlo, both of whom were straightforward and action-oriented, and soon became friends after realizing they were both comrades from the Army 57th Mountain Division.

With the help of the army and disaster response units.

The evacuation operation immediately became much easier.

Based on the original plan, Gu Ji arranged for a “halfway pickup rule,” allowing the boat unit to return on the original path after transporting the old, weak, sick, and disabled, to pick up the young and strong who were heading to the safe zone on foot.

Since boats speed in water is much faster than buses and vehicles trudging through accumulated water.

The number of round trips increased accordingly.

This undoubtedly gave refugees more hope of rescue, and to increase their enthusiasm, Gu Ji set the rule that each return trip would first transfer those at the front of the line.

In this way, to quickly reach the safe zone, everyone would strive harder to move forward, and as the queue advanced, the boat unit would have shorter return distances, increasing the frequency, ultimately achieving complete relocation.

Both Marlo and Pradan thought this plan was highly feasible and could maximize the flexibility and high mobility of the boats.

Over the next hour or so.

Large buses from the central and southern districts, as well as military transport vehicles, all converged on the northern district. Under the transportation of vehicles, ships, and boats through the three channels, millions of refugees were gradually moving towards the safe zone.

At Matan Park in the central district, the originally spacious park was now crowded, and around the park, firefighters, following Gu Ji’s suggestion, tied trees and fire sandbags together to build a temporary flood embankment over two meters high.

“Mr. Vidi, there’s no more space in the central district, Matan Park, the Writer’s Mansion, and many office buildings are all packed to their capacity!”

“What about the southern district?”

“The same, the population of the northern district is too large, and there are too few high-ground buildings, you know…”

“Find a way to move the people from the southern district to high-ground areas in the outskirts, then transfer from the central to the southern district, this might free up more space!”

On the phone, Gu Ji received another report from the chief secretary, Lanate, stating that the safe zone’s capacity space had reached its limit.

But there were still hundreds of thousands on the road, and abandoning now, not to mention failing the task, would certainly be too cruel for these refugees who persisted until the end.

Buzz~ Buzz~

“Wait a minute, I’m getting a call.”

Gu Ji pondered whether there was a better solution when his phone suddenly vibrated, he looked and saw it was a technician from Farakka Dam, he immediately hung up and answered.

“Mr. Vidi, the Farakka Dam has breached!”

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