crisis management game.

Chapter 178 The Sunken Metropolis

A deafening rumble broke into Gu Ji's ears.

Everyone looked through the window, and in the gloomy sky, six military green large passenger planes were passing over their heads. It was the Il-76 and C-17 that the central cabinet had provided for the transportation of boats for Assam. Heavy transport aircraft.

Fatima pursed her lips a little excitedly.

"Vidi, are these the support sent by the central cabinet?"

"Yes, it should be that the boat troops have arrived!"

Gu Ji raised his wrist and looked at the time. It had been more than three hours since he arrived in Calcutta, but for the Indian Disaster Response Force, it was very fast to assemble and rush to the target point in such a short period of time. up.

He looked down at the puddles of water on the ground.

After a day and night of continuous heavy rainfall, the depth of water in some parts of the city has already exceeded one meter. Don’t forget, this is India’s third-ranked international metropolis, not the remote and backward areas like Gauhati and Dispur. , the main reason is that Calcutta's terrain is too low, and many places used to be wetlands.

Although the stagnant water will affect the speed of the car, it greatly facilitates the movement of the boat troops.

Don't forget, in Assam, 400 boats managed to quickly transfer tens of thousands of trains.

"Fatima, you should immediately ask Ranat to transfer all the disaster response forces to the northern area, and cooperate with passenger transportation and river transportation. Maybe you can really complete the transfer plan before the dam breaks!"

"Okay, I'll contact you right away!"

Fatima was taking out her phone to report, and the convoy of military vehicles also drove to the slums in the North District.

Although Gu Ji had seen slums in movies before, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

Looking around, a large number of dilapidated houses made of rusted iron sheets are next to each other, with an interval of only 6 inches, forming a sharp contrast with the high-rise buildings in the city center. Most of these houses are divided into upper and lower floors. Separated by wooden boards, both the ground floor and the attic are less than 1.5 meters high, and occasionally one or two brick houses can be seen.

There are almost no public sanitation facilities in the slums. Most residents have no drainage system or toilets in their homes. The piles of garbage were washed away by the heavy rain and floated on the stagnant water, forming a whole layer of colorful colors. Strong rancid smell.

The slum area in the North District is only one-third of the area, but there are nearly 400 million people living here, which is equivalent to a quarter of the population of Calcutta.

what is this concept?

It's a place as big as an ordinary bedroom, packed with 10 to 12 people, and it's almost impossible to bump into people while walking.

But even so, there are still factories, schools, and hospitals in the slums. Although the sparrows are small, they have all the internal organs, especially the largest number of temples, because for these poor Indians, the three major gods of Hinduism are the only ones in their miserable lives. Faith and hope.

"Let me go first!"

"Don't squeeze! I can't breathe!"

"Let my son get in the car first! Please, he can't walk alone!"

"Honorable Chief of Police, here is 100 rupees, please let me and my child get in the car first, I will definitely be grateful for your help, and sing praises to you every day in front of the statue of Shiva!"

……

At the intersection of the main streets in the slums, tens of thousands of poor people are all crowded here, vying for the three transfer buses arranged by the government. The planned route in the safe zone will move on foot, and will not give them a hand until there is an empty car on the road.

But from the North District to the Central District, it is at least a dozen kilometers away, not to mention that the water on the ground has reached the thighs. It is very exhausting to walk around, and as time goes by, the risk of flooding is greater. Want to reach the safe zone earlier.

That's why many young people crowded the bus together, and some wanted to bribe the police.

"Bitch, don't squeeze with me, you go grab another car!"

"Why are you arguing and pushing me!"

"Damn bitch! Get lost..."

During the quarrel, a couple suddenly moved their hands. The man accidentally hit someone else, which caused a riot among the people. The policeman in charge of maintaining order pulled out his electric baton, shouted at them, and rushed towards the troubled place.

But what he never expected was that just as he was leaving the vicinity of the transfer bus, several sharp-eyed youths took the opportunity to rush into the car.

"Get in the car!"

"Bar, bar!"

"what!"

Someone took the lead, and the team suddenly fell into disarray. It was like an ant nest that exploded. They all crowded into it. The bus couldn't bear such fierce competition at once, and was pushed left and right by the crowd. Shaking, in less than three seconds, the car was packed with people, and even the driver was pinned on the steering wheel.

Some unwilling refugees simply leaned against the car window, and some stepped on the tires and rolled onto the roof of the car.

Seeing this scene, Gu Ji quickly asked Marlow to fire another warning shot.

The riot gradually subsided when gunshots were heard.

"Everyone listen to me, we must abide by the notices and orders of the municipal authorities and maintain order. Now the support of the boat troops sent by the central cabinet has arrived, and everyone will be safely delivered to the safe zone. But if the chaos continues, we can only It would be a waste of time and we can't help if we want to!"

"Doctor! Doctor! Come and save someone!"

Just as Gu Ji was using a loudspeaker to maintain order, a cry for help came from the crowd on the west side.

Many people were attracted by the sound, and saw a middle-aged Indian uncle in a purple T-shirt being carried on his back by an anxious young man. It was visible to the naked eye that a finger-thick steel bar was stuck on the back of the Indian uncle. , blood trickled out along the torn wound, dyed the clothes dark purple, and was quickly diluted by the heavy rain.

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

"Where did the medical staff go?"

"Mr. Commissioner, all the medical staff were transferred to the hospital just now to transport critically ill patients, and now there is no one available!"

"Then there should be at least one left! Fatima, contact the headquarters and continue to send more medical personnel to the North District!"

Gu Ji rolled his eyes, but the government official didn't feel ashamed and apologized. Instead, he rolled his eyes, as if he didn't care about the lives of these refugees at all.

Yes, the flood disaster is coming.

As a government official, not only did he not get the chance to escape to a safe zone, but he also risked his life to evacuate and transfer refugees to the most dangerous northern area. Some complaints are normal.

"Come and follow me, two people!"

Gu Ji said hello, and immediately opened the car door and jumped into the stagnant water from the roof, "Be careful, there is too much garbage in the water, especially discarded syringe needles and glass products, which may scratch the skin and cause infection!"

The environment in the slums was so bad that he was worried about whether these refugees would be cross-infected if they were soaked in garbage water.

The three squeezed to the side of the uncle in purple.

Gu Ji took a rough look at the wound, and deduced that he himself slipped and fell, and was stuck in the back by the steel bars in the water, and possibly injured his lungs. Now he is completely in a coma, his face is pale, and his lips are purple. It is a manifestation of excessive blood loss, "I need first aid immediately, bring a military vehicle and take him to the nearest hospital!"

He couldn't handle this kind of deep puncture wound well in a while.

"Give me the man! Be careful, don't touch the steel bars!"

"I beg you, please save my father!"

"Do not worry!"

While comforting the young man, Gu Ji stretched out one hand to wrap the arms of the uncle in purple clothes around the back of his neck, and grasped his knee with the other hand, and both hands worked together to carry the wounded man on his shoulders. The method he learned in the Xiangzhou Battlefield First Aid Course is called the Bao method, which is generally used to carry the unconscious wounded.

The Indian soldiers should have also been trained in relevant first aid knowledge. While he was carrying the uncle in purple, the two immediately went around to the back, supporting the head, neck and legs with their hands respectively, to ensure that the overall center of gravity was centered, and to prevent Gu Ji from being injured during the march. Fall due to loss of balance.

have to say.

Gu Ji's serious and responsible attitude won the hearts of many refugees from the slums, and some of them chose to get off the bus voluntarily.

As soon as the military vehicle pulled the unconscious uncle in purple away, his ears followed the chrysalis on his hind legs, and he vaguely heard the muffled sound of splashing water, and even the stagnant water under his feet swayed back and forth.

"Could it be that the flood is coming!"

"My God! Everyone run!"

"Spread away! The flood is coming!!"

"Don't mess! This is not a flood. We have technicians watching the status of the Hooghly River dam. Don't panic, Marlowe, take control of the scene immediately!"

Seeing that repeated persuasion was useless, Gu Ji suppressed the fierce light in his eyes and carried him out of the army.

Unexpectedly, just as Marlow commanded the army column to get out of the car to maintain order, the next moment, Fatima stood up from the car excitedly, shaking her arms desperately, "It's not the flood! Vidi! It's the boat force!"

In the next second, accompanied by the roar of gasoline motors and the stirring of water splashes, a large group of orange rubber rescue boats, in a triangular formation, was approaching the slums.

"It seems to be here to save us!"

"What Mr. Commissioner said is true! Everyone must listen to him and keep order!"

"Yes! Trust the government in everything!"

With hope, coupled with a large number of armed soldiers, the crowd returned to calm again.

Until the boat troop docked at the entrance of the main street in the slums, Gu Ji suddenly heard a relatively familiar call.

"Viddy! Is Viddy here!"

"Here I am! Pradhan!"

What a coincidence, it turned out that this boat force was the one that was responsible for supporting Assam before.

In fact, this is also the best solution.

Because West Bengal originally borders Assam, the distance is very close, and the disaster response force commanded by Pradhan has all the materials, equipment, and rescue techniques ready-made, eliminating the need for preparation and running-in. Time can maximize the role of troops, and the cost paid is also the lowest.

Pradhan is still the same, with curly gray hair, a beard, and an orange reflective rescue suit.

It turned out that during the few days when he left, because the rain had stopped for many days, the water in the town was also decreasing, and the role of the boat troops became less and less.

Therefore, Pradhan only left a hundred boats to search and rescue along the river, and all the remaining troops were transferred to Calcutta to assist and support according to the order of the Ministry of Interior of the Central Cabinet.

In the team, many rescuers secretly greeted Gu Ji excitedly.

They were the same team members that Gu Ji was in charge of commanding the 14th Boat Team.

"Let me introduce you to another helper!"

Gu Ji responded briefly to them, and immediately brought Pradhan to meet Marlowe. Both of them were hard-working, straight-forward bosses. After some introductions, they realized that they were comrades-in-arms of the 57th Mountain Division of the Army. Instantly became friends.

With the help of the military and disaster response forces.

The transfer operation immediately became much easier.

In the previous original plan, Gu Jiduo arranged the "half-way boarding rules", that is, after the boat troops transported the old, weak, sick and disabled, they returned the same way, and then picked up the young and middle-aged people who rushed to the safe zone on foot.

Because the speed of the boat in the water is much faster than that of a large passenger and a vehicle traveling against accumulated water.

So the number of times to turn back and forth is also more.

This undoubtedly added a little bit to the hope of the refugees being rescued. In order to increase their enthusiasm, Gu Ji set that every time they turned back, they would give priority to transferring the people at the front of the team.

In this way, in order to rush to the safe zone as soon as possible, everyone will redouble their efforts to hurry, and as the team advances, the distance for the boat troops to return becomes shorter and shorter, and the number of times becomes more and more frequent, and finally the plan for all transfers is achieved.

Both Marlowe and Pradhan also believed that this scheme was highly feasible and could maximize the use of the boat's flexibility and high maneuverability.

for the next hour or so.

All the passengers from the central and southern areas, as well as the transport vehicles of the military area, also rushed to the northern area. Under the transportation of vehicles, boats, and boats, millions of refugees were moving to the safe area little by little.

At Matan Park in Midtown, the originally empty park was already crowded with people. Around the park, according to the advice of the caregivers, firefighters tied the woods with fire-fighting sandbags and built a temporary flood embankment more than two meters high. .

"Mr. Vidi, there is no room left in Midtown. Matan Park, Writer's Building, and many office buildings are all full of people, and they have reached the capacity limit!"

"What about the southern city?"

"It's the same. There are too many people in the North District, and there are too few high-lying buildings. You know..."

"Think of a way to move the people in the southern district to the high ground in the outskirts, and then move from the central district to the southern district. Maybe more seats will be vacated!"

On the phone, Gu Ji received another report from Chief Secretary Ranat that the capacity of the safe zone had reached its upper limit.

But now there are still the last few hundred thousand people on the road. If we just give up like this, let alone the failure to complete the task, it would be a bit too cruel for these refugees who persisted until the end.

hum~bum~
"Wait, I have a call from here."

Gu Ji was thinking about whether there was a better solution, when suddenly the phone vibrated, he took it away and saw that it was a technician from the Falaka Dam, he immediately hung up the connection.

"Mr. Vidi, the Falaka Dam has burst!"

(End of this chapter)