Gu Ji dropped two orders, then swung the fire axe in his hand, smashing it fiercely at the supporting leg of the train's table beside him. Bang, bang, bang—the aluminum cylindrical supports were bent one after another. Coupled with the age of the train, many screws and fixed nails were loosened or even fell off along with it.
He forcefully tore off one of the table boards and rushed inside, without a moment of hesitation.
Inside Carriage 17, the seats were completely soaked by the floodwaters, seat covers were scattered all over, and luggage and trash piled up on the ground. Two Indian soldiers, dressed in leopard-patterned camouflage with dark skin, and three sturdy disaster victims had already become drowned rats, yet they were still frantically using canvas to block the water from leaking through the broken windows around them.
