Fatima stood beside, her face alternating between red and pale with anger.
"Shut up! Are you listening to what you’re saying? From the first day of the storm, Vidi has been rushing everywhere, thinking about how to save everyone. If he hadn’t anticipated the disaster, we might have already been subrged by the flood; the rescue team is deployed in the town not because the strategy is flawed, but because the town’s situation is more severe—the water level is nearing six ters. Can anyone here say their house is higher than that?"
"And even for buildings in town that are over six ters high, how many people can they shelter? Think carefully, wasn’t it Vidi who first warned everyone, who first stabilized the chaotic train car, who first stood up to command everyone to block the leaks and rescue the wounded? If a hero like him can be slandered as a criminal, even Shiva in heaven would be enraged!"
Perhaps Fatima’s harsh tone sobered everyone, or maybe the ntion of "Shiva" awakened the conscience of the victims.
At this mont, an elderly man with curly white hair, wearing a tattered orange robe, clasped his hands together and knelt in the water.
"Chanting the na of the god, may the gods protect us! When the Ganges River Goddess descended from the Snow Mountain Heavenly Kingdom, Shiva, to prevent the flood from drowning all beings, personally caught the water with his head, allowing the Ganges to flow through his locks for a thousand years, and only after buffering did it reach the human world..."
He was recounting the myth of Shiva’s sacrifice, suggesting that Gu Ji is the embodint of Shiva’s spiritual power to save the people.
Many people, after hearing this, lowered their heads in sha.
Thinking carefully, it was just as Fatima had said; from the train accident to now, Gu Ji was at the forefront the entire ti. Without him, the train might have been subrged long ago.
Seizing the opportunity, Gu Ji raised his voice.
"Everyone rest assured, I have reported through three channels to the Central Cabinet Governnt. I believe the military will soon dispatch a large number of air and water forces to rescue everyone. As for fears of false identities among the first group to be rescued, I welco everyone to supervise personally. But if anyone maliciously incites discord among the people, labels others, creating division, then don’t bla for taking coercive asures!"
He spoke the last sentence word by word, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and his right hand deliberately touched the side pocket of his backpack where the fire axe was, making the few instigating n shiver.
Even the Indian soldiers exchanged glances and stepped forward, sternly staring at the foremost victims, in support of Gu Ji.
As soldiers, they knew that a strong hand was necessary now. Otherwise, in a closed environnt, if the public ford a rebellious mindset, a power split would occur.
Given the current situation.
Moral righteousness, personnel and force, governnt appointnts, site command, dical and food resources.
All were in Gu Ji’s hands, naturally inhibiting the victims from causing further trouble.
He briskly led Fatima back to car number 3.
This old-fashioned Indian train had one advantage: ventilation!
Indeed, similar to the earliest green trains in the country, it originally had no air conditioning; in sumr, cooling relied on fans, and ventilation was set in the restroom to disperse odors.
"Everyone, be careful!"
Gu Ji reminded, forcefully pulling open the restroom door. With a "splash," a wave of sewage mixed with a nauseating stench rushed over.
This was due to floodwater backflow through squat toilet holes at the bottom, resulting in an unpleasant sll.
Fortunately, he was wearing waterproof workwear, and Fatima and other governntal and military personnel had donned rubber boots and waterproof clothing.
Gu Ji stepped on the iron ridges on both sides of the toilet, pulled out the fire axe, replaced it with a crowbar end, and pried open the top vent.
The vent was circular, with a cover that, when closed, left only four finger-thick slits for venting. Once fully opened, it was wide enough for a person to go through.
Rainwater sprinkled his face as it flowed through the vent.
At this point, firefighters had also climbed to the top of the train from the side, with Captain Azim speaking in disbelief.
"My god, how have you managed to keep such a long train surrounded by flood from sinking?"
"Perhaps the gods are protecting us."
Gu Ji was not in the mood to explain further. The priority now was to quickly transfer the injured, "Many critically injured patients are very weak due to excessive blood loss. Be very cautious when transferring them from the top to the rubber dinghy, and secure them with safety harnesses!"
After warning the firefighters, he directed Fatima to pile nearby luggage and supplies at the restroom floor, making it easier for the injured to pass through the vent.
The disaster victims in the adjacent car number 3 lay at the door, "pitifully" watching those fortunate enough to leave the train and no longer stand in the muddy water.
During the process of transferring the injured.
Gu Ji’s phone vibrated again inside his pocket. He asked Fatima to continue watching, picked up the call, and saw it was Disaster Minister Anurag, "Minister, is there news?"
"Yes, the director has t with the Pri Minister with the docunts. Your move indeed worked, as the events of the Assam northern floods have already hit the India news trending list. New Delhi TV Station, the ’India Today’ website, and others have reported it. The Pri Minister even lost his temper onsite, rebuking the environnt and water resources cabinet ministers for their incompetence. It’s expected that higher-ups will soon contact the train to discuss the situation. You must seize this opportunity."
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