Chapter 270 They are all children

Author: Chess completed

Chapter 270 They are all children

At night, a dam was built in the ice water. The floods were overwhelmed by the chest. The soldiers were trembling. Just in front of them, the light of the flashlight was getting closer and closer. Some villagers sent them cooked hot eggs in the middle of the night to keep them warm.

However, there are still suffering people ahead, how dare they stay? With a whistle, they have to rush to places in need.

Do not let the cold get high fever go away. There are wounds everywhere on your hands, and your feet have been soaked in water for too long, and they have very deep wrinkles and skin.

"Mr. Yan, it's not good. The bridge ahead...the front collapses. Young Master Qiu... Young Master Qiu took people to repair the bridge and...drag the river."

"What? Send someone to reinforce immediately and be sure to bring Mr. Qiu back safely."

"Young Master, Madam, this mission requires you to take the overall situation into consideration and win people's hearts. How can you do it now for an irrelevant person..."

"Assistant He, I advise you to figure out who you are obeying now. Even if I am not the head of the family, I have the right to mobilize the Imperial Capital Shadow Guard. It seems that you still don't understand my determination. So I will make a vow here today, and I will only protect Qiu Yang in my lifetime. Even if I meet all the lives of the Yan family's shadow guards, I will do whatever I want." Yan Ji's eyes were filled with anger, and his behavior was cruel and crazy. He clamped Assistant He's neck with one hand and threw him out.

"Young Master..." Assistant He's pupils were trembling. At that moment, the young master was really interested in killing. He had to inform his wife quickly. Qiu Yang must not stay.

Qiu Yang went out and took the shadow guard who was hiding in the dark to save Bingci.

The bridge collapsed, countless gravel blocked the river, and the excavator could not transfer it, so he could only carry it with his bare hands. Moreover, there was a risk of floods overturning at any time.

However, the group of soldiers did not hesitate for a moment and went into the water to dig stones.

Everyone was muddy, mud and sand were stuffed into the cracks of their nails, and they couldn't sleep. The flood continued to fight for more than twenty hours.

The rain is getting smaller, the water level is falling, and the flood has passed.

The soldiers were exhausted and slept on the ground on the roadside. An old man came and choked and said, "They are all children..."

Bingci sat on the ground and looked at them from afar, thinking about it. At this moment, a little girl brought her an apple with a red umbrella.

"Brother, I have only this one, I'll give it to you."

The little girl clumsyly raised her right hand and saluted her. Bingci still smiled and stood up even though he was tired and replied to her.

Han Wu looked out weakly and saw this scene. The picture gradually coincided with the characters in his memory.

"Brother's hands are dirty, you can eat it yourself!"

"It's not dirty, I'll feed my brother."

"Yeah, thank you."

When the flood left, the villagers brought hot water to everyone, but the hands that could move hundreds of kilograms of sandbags could not hold up the water cup handed by the people.

The soldiers stood neatly in several rows, reluctant to reach out and hid behind them.

Just because I was afraid of such swelling and ulceration, my bloody hands scared them.

But how could such an action be hidden from their eyes? When they insisted on grabbing it, everyone broke their defenses instantly and hugged them and cried in a deep voice.

These Chinese soldiers are young, the youngest of whom is only nineteen years old, and they have already shouldered the responsibility of their country and the world.

Disaster is ruthless and people are affectionate. After completing the berm protection task, they want to evacuate quietly, but they do not know that the lights illuminate the world, and the people of Huicheng welcome the road.

Bingci was sitting in the car and was calm and peaceful.

"The little brother is really capable. He moves sand and builds dams, dives to save people, clears the river, and then jumps down to save a dog before leaving," Han Wu sat in the same car with her, and his head naturally leaned on her shoulder.

"The captain is also very good. He evacuated the crowd, planned the embankment, traffic jams and broken, built temporary relief stations, opened the gates and released floodwaters," Bingci said without any emotion.

Yan Ji couldn't stand it and reached out and felt like he was picking him up. Bing Ci stopped him and said, "Xiao Ji, he is still very weak now."

"I still have the strength to talk, I think he is very good," Yan Ji glared at Han Wu fiercely.

"Is Young Master Han a cartilage? He needs to rely on others."

"Yes!" Han Wu looked at him provocatively.

"Don't force me, come here, change the car for Young Master Han."

"Xiao Ji, I'm fine."

In the small carriage, the sound of the two people experiencing each other never stopped, and Bingci was no longer touched.
Chapter completed!