"Report! The commanders and leaders of all units have gathered and are waiting for training!" Cen Meng came in and reported.
"good!"
Zhao Si stood up and walked out. Zhang Shuye and others followed behind.
Cai Dongping and others also stood up in panic.
Walking out of the big tent, there were hundreds of people standing outside.
The rain has stopped temporarily, but the sky is still as gloomy as paint. Layers of dark clouds are like an endless army of black armor, approaching step by step to destroy everything that stands in its way.
Wei Baoqing, Bai Chonghu, Wang Zhen, Gao Shixuan, Hu Luxiong, Zhong Shizhong, Yao Xiong, Liu Fa, Yang Weizhong, Gao Yongnian, Zhao Long, Yang Keshi, Zhe Yanzhi, Yang Zongmin.
Officers of the Fourth Battalion of Zuo Yiwei, officers of the Officer Training Team...
The muddy faces reveal firm and brave eyes.
They are the backbone of this era and this nation.
They cannot write graceful and elegant poems, they cannot create beautiful paintings and calligraphy, and they cannot sing elegant operas.
But they can defend it all.
They can prevent all the beauty created in this land from being destroyed by barbarism and cruelty.
Looking at these faces, Zhao Si took a deep breath and said loudly: "Everyone! Today we will fight side by side, life and death!"
"Today, our enemy is God and this river! We have to fight against the unkind world where everything is like a stupid dog, and we have to fight against the Yellow River that usually nourished us, but now it has become violent!"
Zhao Si looked around at everyone, his warm gaze fell on everyone's face, and conveyed his encouragement and the meaning of walking with you to everyone.
"Fighting against the sky, the fun is endless! Fighting against the earth, the fun is endless!" Zhao Si's voice was like wind, thunder and lightning, stirring in the hearts of everyone, "I am Zhao Si, willing to live and die with you, and move forward bravely!
"
After saying that, Zhao Si bent down and bowed to everyone!
"We are willing to live and die together with the King, and move forward bravely!"
Everyone shouted in unison, the sound was so loud that it suppressed everything, including the distant roar of the Yellow River.
"Okay, let's go up the river embankment!" Zhao Si shouted.
"good!"
With a loud shout, everyone dispersed, those who were far away on horseback and those who were near on foot, rushing towards the embankment of the Yellow River more than ten miles away.
Looking at the backs of Zhao Si, Zhang Shuye and others, Cai Dongping and others couldn't come to their senses for a while.
"Mr. Changsun, Your Majesty...has he gone up the river embankment?"
"Yeah, flood relief is not on the river embankment, where is it?" Changsun Moli seemed to be looking at a few idiots.
"How can this be done? It's so dangerous on the river embankment! If something happens, who can afford it?"
Cai Dongping jumped on his feet and said.
"No matter how many cows we have decided to do, our king can bring back the decision," Changsun Moli said calmly.
Alas! What kind of people does King Jian use?
Cai Dongping sighed deeply, led the two county magistrates out of the tent, and chased Zhao Si and his party.
As soon as I stepped onto the bank of the Yellow River, I was greeted by the roar of the river and suddenly fell into a ball of hot steam.
Like thunder, like thousands of horses galloping.
The whole earth trembled in the roar, seeming to be succumbing to the violence.
The river water is muddy and yellow, boundless, with no beginning or end visible.
It seems to be dissatisfied with all the injustices in the world, venting its anger wantonly. The waves are rolling, and white flowers bloom. Layers of high waves roll in, frantically afraid of hitting the bank, as if the next moment, it will
Wash away the riverbanks where soil, blood and sweat have accumulated.
The Yellow River is like a giant dragon, screaming and rolling. It is struggling hard, using all methods and strength to break free from the iron chain that tightly binds it.
Feeling all this, Zhao Si suddenly had an epiphany in his heart.
Why is the Yellow River called the mother river of the Chinese nation?
Because its gentleness, its tolerance, its dedication, its unyieldingness, its anger, and its unruliness are exactly the soul of this nation.
Tens of thousands of people were busy up and down the embankment like ants, injecting new strength into the iron chain and continuing to tie this crazy dragon tightly to the ground.
These people are like ants and grasshoppers.
They were born, grew up, grew old and died on this land.
Life after life, endless.
They are small, but they silently transform this world. They are weak, but they bravely struggle against this rolling river.
They are gentle, they are tolerant, they are dedicated, they are unyielding, they are angry, they are unruly, just like the river they are fighting to the death.
At this moment, Zhao Si felt at peace.
All the noise and anger are leaving him.
In the midst of the clarity, Zhao Si finally realized his true purpose of traveling to this world.
It’s not the throne, it’s not the glory and wealth, it’s not the imperial hegemony! It’s this land that is full of disasters, ill-fated but endless struggle, and the people who live and thrive in this land.
The rain stopped and the river water seemed much tamer.
"It seems that the flood has passed." Zhang Shuye said optimistically.
"No, it's not that simple." Pan Xun and Wang Dezhi had wrinkled faces, and every wrinkle was full of uneasiness.
"In the past half month, it has rained here, and it has also rained in Shaanzhou, Hedong, and Shaanxi. It has stopped raining here, have they stopped? I don't know? Even if they stopped raining, Luoshui, Weishui, Luohe, Fenshui,
Qinshui is also filled with water, flowing into the Yellow River one by one, and finally gathered here at us."
Pan Xun's words made everyone feel nervous.
"There is a stone pillar standing on the water's edge in Yongle Town, Shaanxi Province. The water there rises one inch, and the water downstream rises one foot. Once it passes the one-foot-three-foot-three-inch mark, there will be horse racing there. But once it passes one foot
The six-foot Dragon King marking line must be herded. That is a critical moment, a critical moment of life and death."
Wang Dechi's words solidified the atmosphere.
"Sheep newspaper? What is it?"
"Sheep newspaper is to cut out the internal organs of a big sheep, dry them in the sun, sew them up, and soak them in sesame oil to make them watertight. After inflating, they can float on the water without sinking, much like a raft. Then they ask the flood soldiers to bring dry food and water tags.
Sit on it, tie it tightly with a rope, and float it down the river. After a while, you will shoot a water tag ashore to warn the downstream."
After hearing Pan Xun's words, everyone couldn't help but be moved. Hu Luxiong couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it dangerous for sheep to report flood troops?"
"A narrow escape from death!"
"Heyin is below the confluence of Luohe River and Qinshui River. There is also a stone pillar there. Once the warning sign is passed, there will be horses rushing downstream."
"What if the sheep newspaper and the horse newspaper come together?" Hu Luxiong couldn't help but ask.
"Crow's Mouth!"
Zhao Si and everyone scolded in unison.
Walking on the river embankment, Zhao Si felt very uneasy.
In this world, good things don't work, but bad things work very well. You must prepare in advance.
Zhao Si quietly called aside Pan Xun, Wang Dechi and Cai Dongping, the three most experienced people in river management and flood control.
"What if the sheep come? Can our section of the river embankment be able to withstand it?"
"Your Highness, our section of the river embankment is related to the safety of Kaifeng and the capital. The imperial court spends a lot of money to repair and strengthen it every year so that it can withstand it."
Cai Dongping reported cautiously.
Pan Xun and Wang Dezhi echoed and agreed.
"What if the sheep and horse newspapers arrive together?"
The scene was silent. Cai Dongping and Wang Dezhi couldn't help but look at Pan Xun, who was the most experienced and accomplished person in river management.
After a while, Pan Xun said hesitantly: "Then we have to fight hard! Survive from death! However, the Baliushu River section will most likely not be able to hold it."
"Why?"
"That's where Gyeonggi Road and Gyeongseo Road meet."
Zhao Si understood instantly.
Just like on the battlefield, the place where it is easiest to be defeated and defeated is where the two armies meet.
"Mengzi, fanzi!"
"exist!"
"Pass my military order, all ministries will immediately enter the second level of combat readiness! Personnel and materials are on standby at any time! The reserve team is on standby at any time! Also, the Baliushu River section is the top priority!"
"As you command!"
Seeing Zhao Si giving orders vigorously, Pan Xun sighed and said softly: "If the sheep and horse newspapers arrive at the same time, even if the capital can withstand it, the people below still can't withstand it. Sanyi returns to the river, alas...
."
Only Wang Dechi and Cai Dongping could hear his voice, and both of them lamented, filled with melancholy.
In the afternoon, the heart-wrenching sound of horse hooves sounded.
"Heyin Horse News! Floods are two feet high and one foot high!"
A man is riding a horse and wearing bright red clothes, which stands out in the vast yellow mud.
He neighed loudly while running wildly along the riverside road, beating his horse wildly.
Zhao Si's face was solemn, "Mengzi, Fanzi, level one combat readiness, all rotations are cancelled!"
At dusk, the Xiang troops patrolling the river embankment pointed at the river and roared heartbreakingly, "Sheep report! Sheep report!"
Everyone rushed up and looked at the river attentively.
There is a black spot on the river, which appears and disappears on the raging river. Just when you think it has been mercilessly swallowed, it jumps out again.
A loud arrow flew out from the black spot and nailed directly to the river embankment.
"Shaanzhou Yangbao, the water is one foot, eight feet and three inches high!"
Cai Dongping read in a trembling voice.
"This is a once-in-a-hundred-year flood! God, why don't you leave us a way to survive!" Pan Xun looked at the dark sky and the roaring Yellow River, roaring with grief and indignation. This chapter has been completed!
