Knowing that the person opposite was Feng Zhiyang, Xiao Qian was so excited. She ignored the pouring rain and rushed over.
Just then Feng Zhiyang ran over, and the two of them bumped into each other and hugged each other tightly.
"Xiao Qian, aren't you in the Magic City? Why are you here?"
In just a moment, Xiao Qian was soaked all over.
He wiped the rain off his face.
"I heard that the situation here is very dangerous, so I came over to take a look."
Feng Zhiyang knew a lot about his situation and looked anxious.
"You came here despite knowing the danger? What if something happens to you and your grandpa gets angry?"
Xiao Qian chuckled, pointed at the crowd behind him, and said, "With so many people following us, what could happen? It's you, Uncle Feng, aren't you testing the gun? Why are you here?"
Feng Zhiyang also laughed.
"Isn't the new gun already in service? There's nothing going on at the testing ground. I can't sit still, and it's too frustrating to stay there. So I reported to my superiors and transferred to the front-line unit."
The two were reminiscing about old times when another soldier came running from a distance.
"Captain, the gap is getting bigger and bigger."
Xiao Qian was startled and blurted out.
"Are you the leader of the group?"
Good guy, when I first met him, he was still a company commander. I didn't expect that he would be promoted so quickly.
But considering his experiences over the years, it's only natural.
Hearing that the situation was getting more serious, Feng Zhiyang finally gave up his thoughts of reminiscing and started running in circles.
"What should I do? When will the woven bag be delivered?"
Xiao Qian also realized that now was not the time to gossip, and quickly shouted to his subordinates: "What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and unload the goods and send the woven bags up."
A large group of people had been waiting for a long time. After receiving the order, they quickly opened the doors of large trucks, and bundles of woven bags were thrown from the trucks. After a while, they were piled up like a hill.
"This...this...where did you get so many woven bags?"
Feng Zhiyang knew these trucks that delivered woven bags. When they were in danger several times before and the distribution of supplies was not timely, these people arrived in time to fill the gap.
He didn't think about it carefully and thought it was organized by the local government. Now that he saw Xiao Qian giving orders and these people moving in an orderly manner, he couldn't help but be confused.
Xiao Qian held her head high and chest high.
"I have always paid attention to the weather forecast and knew that there might be major floods this year, so I ordered some supplies in advance and stored them at various places along the route. Now, they finally come in use."
I heard that these supplies were prepared by Xiao Qian, and looking at the countless woven bags, Feng Zhiyang was really frightened.
"Did you prepare all of this? How much does this cost?"
Xiao Qian pushed him.
"Oh, human life is at stake, and the disaster is like a fire, why do you care about this? Hurry up and let the soldiers carry it."
Feng Zhiyang slapped his head and felt that he was indeed stupid. He immediately ordered the order, and the scene that had been stagnant immediately became heated again.
Xiao Qian brought 200,000 woven bags this time, which greatly relieved the needs.
After unloading the woven bags, Xiao Qian simply led others and joined in the flood fighting and rescue operations.
However, Feng Zhiyang refused to let him go to the embankment even if he died. In desperation, he had no choice but to lead others to fill sand and gravel into woven bags from behind.
Once you put a bag in it, it was immediately taken away.
In front of them, there was a long line of people, stretching to the breach. The woven bags filled with sand and gravel were passed one by one, which was much faster than each person carrying it alone, and it also saved physical strength.
In the heavy rain, everyone worked selflessly, even if their physical strength and heat were completely washed away by the rain, they didn't care.
However, the thief always wants to fight against others, and the news coming from the breach made everyone feel clouded.
"No, it can't be blocked. Throw down the sandbags and it will be washed away."
The water flow at the breach was so strong that when a small sandbag was thrown in, it was immediately rolled up and disappeared. The guys worked hard for more than two hours, but they only saw the flood spreading farther and farther, and the sky and the earth were already completely white.
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Everyone gathered together and looked helplessly at the power of heaven and earth. Many people burst into tears.
An experienced veteran suddenly said: "The only way now is to get some big, heavy objects to block the gap."
Another person said: "It's best to use a truck filled with rocks to prevent it from being washed away by the flood."
Feng Zhiyang rubbed his face in pain.
“Where to get a truck?”
Xiao Qian was startled and looked back at the motorcade he had brought. He quickly ran back and shouted: "Whose car belongs to this car?"
A man in his fifties or sixties stood up.
"mine."
Xiao Qian was not polite and spoke immediately.
"Uncle, your car has been requisitioned. It costs 600,000 yuan. I'll give you the money back."
Although the car was big, it was definitely not worth 600,000 yuan. But blocking the flood was more important than anything else right now, so Xiao Qian had no time to bargain.
The car that the uncle has owned all his life is more dear to him than his own children. When he heard that it was going to be requisitioned, he immediately became anxious.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is my car. Did I sell it? I want to see who dares to touch my car."
Xiao Qian pointed to the breach in the distance and shouted loudly: "Now the sandbags can't block it anymore, we need to use a cart to load the rocks and rush them down. You have to sell it if you don't want to!"
The uncle stared blankly at the roaring flood in the distance, then suddenly turned around and got into the driver's seat.
Xiao Qian was anxious and went over to pull him away.
"I told you I would commandeer your car..."
Before he finished speaking, the uncle's roar became even louder.
"Can you drive it?"
Xiao Qian was stunned, but the uncle slapped the steering wheel hard, his eyes filled with tears.
"Why are you still standing there in a daze? Just pretending to be a rock!"
Xiao Qian wiped his face haphazardly, not knowing whether it was rain or tears, but his voice was hoarse.
"Load the car!"
I heard that some people donated their cars, and Feng Zhiyang and others all ran over to help.
Everyone gathered firewood with great enthusiasm, and soon, the bed of a large truck was filled with large rocks, with a total weight of at least a hundred tons.
"My home is right here. The child soldiers are not even willing to take their own lives. Why does my old man care about a car?"
After the uncle finished speaking happily, he turned the car around, followed suit, drove up the dam with a loud noise, and fell towards the end of the road bit by bit.
This is the most dangerous moment.
Feng Zhiyang ran to the front and took charge of the guidance himself.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats as they watched the big truck fall step by step towards the breach.
Finally, the truck's rear wheels hit the edge of the embankment.
"Jump out of the car, jump out of the car quickly!"
Everyone shouted to the uncle, but the uncle remained unmoved. Half of his body was already hanging outside the cab, but his eyes were fixed on the back.
Amidst the rumbling sound of the water, the uncle stepped on the accelerator for the last time, and the rear wheels of the truck were completely suspended. The weight of the full load of stones was terrifying, and he immediately dragged the truck towards the flood.
It was only then that the uncle struggled to escape and jumped out of the cab.
In the end, he was carried along by the kinetic energy of the car, and when he landed, he stepped on the edge of the embankment breach. The muddy and slippery land was unbearable for anyone, so the old man stumbled and fell into the flood.
Feng Zhiyang, with quick eyes and quick hands, swooped down and grabbed the old man's wrist. He was also led to slide towards the breach, and it took all his strength to stop.
Xiao Qian ran over like crazy, grabbed the uncle's other hand, and exerted force, causing him to fall into the mud.
Fortunately, other people came up from behind, some held his waist, and others held Feng Zhiyang's waist.
Everyone shouted slogans, worked hard together, slowly backed away, and finally pulled the uncle up.
A group of people lay paralyzed on the embankment, gasping for air and surviving the disaster. When they looked towards the breach, they saw that the flood had finally become smaller.
The truck was huge and blocked most of the breach. The remaining water flow was no longer enough to cause any damage.
This time, without Feng Zhiyang's orders, the officers and soldiers acted quickly and began to throw sandbags into the gap one by one.
After more than three hours of work, the embankment was formed and the raging flood was finally stopped.
During this period, Xiao Qian quietly ordered his subordinates to go elsewhere to obtain the uncle's information.
The respectable and lovely Chinese people, in order to protect their own homeland, sacrifice their own family for everyone else, which is really respectable.
Although the uncle did not ask for any reward, he could not lose his source of livelihood. Xiao Qian planned to secretly buy a better truck to reward the uncle for his feat.
Seeing that the dam was closed and no more water flowed through, everyone was exhausted and couldn't help but burst into loud cheers.
So what if God is amazing?
If we Chinese people are united as one, we can conquer nature!
"Captain, we just received a notification from the headquarters. A village downstream was washed away by floods, and many villagers have not been moved out. The headquarters asked us to find a way to rescue the trapped villagers."
This is what flood fighting and disaster relief are like. There is no spare moment and every second is raced for even a glimmer of hope.
Feng Zhiyang jumped up and wanted to set off, but when he looked at the vast ocean in front of him, he stopped and screamed.
"How...how is this going to happen?"
Xiao Qian had already heard it and said hurriedly: "There is a boat, I have prepared a boat."
He quickly told his subordinates: "Go and run again and bring the assault boat, life buoy and flashlight."
The subordinates left in a hurry, and several trains quickly disappeared into the rain.
Feng Zhiyang was stunned for a long time and couldn't help but say something.
"Why do you look like Doraemon? You have everything!"
