An off-road vehicle was driving on a muddy road, and its wheels hit a puddle full of water, causing a splash of muddy water.
The mud-covered car body was even dirtier, and the anti-skid markings on the wheels covered in yellow mud were almost invisible.
The heavy downpour washed against the windshield and the wipers scraped back and forth. The driver's vision was still poor and he could not see the road ahead clearly.
"Sir! The road ahead is blocked." The car, which was not going very fast, stopped in the middle of the road with a bumpy ride. There was a landslide in front of the car.
Huge rocks hit the road, and some rolled far along the hillside. The farther areas were submerged in the mist and rain, and the Mumou Lake could not be seen clearly.
There were several people on the road, all wearing military raincoats. They kept going back and forth, carrying some small stones to the side of the road.
Because of the rain and the lack of tools, their movements were very slow, and they did not clear even one square meter of mud and rocks for half a day.
"There is no way to pass here!" An old man responsible for clearing the road walked up to the car and shouted loudly to the officer in the car.
The officer rolled down the window and shouted to the old man: "Why are you the only ones clearing the road here? If the road is blocked, subsequent heavy equipment will not be able to get in at all!"
Raindrops drifted into the car along the windows and dripped onto the leather seats, making a dull thud. There were dark clouds in the sky, and there was almost no light.
"All the young people have gone to the river embankment! The older ones have been asked to patrol and take care of the crops and houses... Only a few of us old guys are left to do what we can," the old man explained.
As he spoke, he grinned, revealing a set of burnt-yellow teeth with missing front teeth. He seemed to want to smile, but in the end he failed to force out a decent smile.
"Old sir! The embankment is not far from here, isn't it?" The officer stuck his head out and let the rain hit his big-brimmed hat.
"It's not far, it's not far! Walk along the field ridge, it's about 1 kilometer away." The old man pointed in a direction, a direction with no road.
The officer opened the car door, jumped out of the car, and put on his raincoat. His guard also got out of the car and put on his raincoat.
"Xiao Zhao and I will go directly! You and the driver stay to help! The follow-up troops are coming up, let them clear the road first! When it's over, you come to the embankment to find me!"
"Yes! Sir!" The driver and another guard got out of the car and stood at attention, saluting, and then took off the fixed shovel and pickaxe from the front engine hood of the car.
This kind of military vehicle originally had tools on it. Two people, each with a "polar weapon", began to work in front of the front of the vehicle.
With the help of the two of them, the progress of the project has been significantly accelerated. The officer who came by car has already walked off the roadbed with his guards.
The long leather boots stepped on the muddy and slippery ground, and there was no way to move one foot deeper than the other. There was no road at all, and the two people's posture going downhill was as embarrassing as it was.
The boots quickly became soaked, and the socks were like chewing gum on the feet. The soles were full of mud, and the uppers were also stained, but they were soon washed away by the rain and became shiny.
It took the two of them almost 30 minutes to walk the one kilometer distance. Before they even reached the embankment, they saw a group of swaying military tents.
Simple packaging of military food was scattered everywhere, some floating in the mud puddles, and some half-buried in the sand.
Since becoming the division commander, this officer has never seen such a dirty and messy military camp, so he frowned, opened the door of a tent, and stuck his head in.
Dozens of soldiers covered in mud were crowded together, as densely packed as corpses, and the tent was full of stench, as if something had gone bad.
Just as he was about to scold him, the division commander shut his mouth tightly again. He lowered the curtain and did not disturb the sleeping soldiers. He let out a sigh of relief and pointed ahead: "Let's go! Go take a look at the embankment!"
The sky seemed to be leaking, and it was raining all the time. Sometimes it was so small that it took time to even wet clothes, and sometimes it was so heavy that it was like a pouring water.
The rain hit the officer's big-brimmed hat, and formed a rain curtain along the brim of the hat. The division commander staggered on the rugged road, and every step was very difficult. It can be said that there is no road here, and it is full of footprints.
The muddy road was completely made by people.
He didn't know what had gotten into his shoes. The teacher felt like a grain of sand was stinging the soles of his feet. But he couldn't stop because he saw more and more people.
"Work harder! One hundred more sandbags! Hurry!" On the embankment, a man wearing only trousers, bare upper body, and a soaked military cap was loudly encouraging the soldiers in front of him.
A group of soldiers with barely any clothes were wielding shovels and shoveling dirt into the sandbags held open by their companions. Their muscles were twisting in the rain, and their flesh was broken in many places.
The reason why we can still tell that these people are soldiers is because they all wear military caps and some of them wear camouflage pants on their lower bodies.
Human skin is delicate, and being soaked in water for a long time will make it even more fragile. Those arms with wounds still have no intention of stopping at this time.
"People are still there! Even if people die, the dam will not die! Behind us is our home! Behind us are our parents and fellow villagers! Whoever acts as a coward at this time, I will be the first to look down on him!"
A strong man shouted loudly with a sandbag on his shoulders.
His voice could not carry very far in the rain, but he still kept encouraging his soldiers: "I am your company commander! I carry two bags, which of you has the nerve to carry one bag?"
The surrounding soldiers did not speak, or they had no energy to speak. They lowered their heads and carried the sandbags, then climbed up the embankment step by step, and built the sandbags at the prescribed positions.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Several civilians wearing raincoats checked these sandbags over and over again, filling the gaps between the sandbags with the sand behind them.
"Division Commander!" Recognizing the officer in the raincoat, the battalion commander with his bare upper body on the embankment stood at attention and saluted.
The division commander returned a military salute, then looked at the soldiers soaked in the rain: "You guys, you lost your raincoats again?"
"It's not convenient to wear it for work. Besides, if you move back and forth, it will soon get wet inside, so it's useless." The battalion commander smiled sheepishly: "What the common people use is left to the locals.
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"I'll come back to settle the score with you! Look at your soldiers! What's happened to them!" The division commander walked to the embankment and looked down at the soldiers who were still working: "This is not the way to go.
Take turns and take a break."
"Commander...they have only been here for four hours." The battalion commander wiped the rain off his face and explained awkwardly.
"What? In the tent?" The division commander's eyes widened.
"Well, they stayed up all night yesterday. Why don't I just let them go down to rest? The 2nd company is working now." As the battalion commander spoke, rainwater flowed along the brim of his soaked hat and slid down to his chin.
Drops on chin.
"Where's the 3rd company?" The division commander choked up a little. He felt sorry for these soldiers and their miserable appearance. To be honest, he had never been so miserable when facing the enemy's artillery fire.
"Over there, it's alternating with the 3rd Company of the 2nd Battalion. We've been here for three days. Division Commander...when will the support arrive?" The battalion commander thought for a few seconds before saying something that made him embarrassed.
Come.
After he finished speaking, he explained: "Commander, you know that as long as we are on the battlefield, I am a coward if I want to support you. But my soldiers haven't slept for two days and two nights, Commander."
He stretched out his hand and looked at his watch: "Three hours! Group 2 will be here! Then you have 10 hours to rest!"
"Hold the dike for me! You are not allowed to take a step back! For Your Majesty's sake!" The division commander who came to inspect shook the water on his watch and ordered.
"Yes! Sir! I promise to complete the mission! Sir! Long live His Majesty the King!" The battalion commander stood at attention and saluted, as if he regained his vitality in an instant, and shouted in the distance: "Reinforcements will be here soon! For His Majesty the King, fight to the end!"
"You go and rest! I will take command for you!" The division commander reached out and grabbed the battalion commander who wanted to go back.
"That's okay, I..." The battalion commander was so frightened that he quickly waved his hand.
"This is an order!" He raised his arm and gave the other party a military salute. The division commander said in a stern tone: "Go down and rest! When I need you, if something goes wrong, I will use you as a sandbag to fill the dam!"
"Yes!" There was no other way. The battalion commander could only stand at attention and salute with red eyes, then turned around and walked back down the embankment.
The rain seemed to have eased a lot, and at least the visibility became much better. The division commander who took over the command soon saw a little girl walking back and forth on the embankment, all wet.
She carried a basket on her back and handed water bottles to the soldiers who had just put down the sandbags in their hands. Her thin body was out of proportion to the huge basket behind her, and she walked very slowly because she had to stop from time to time.
When she walked in front of the teacher, she was obviously stunned because the "big brother" she was familiar with had actually changed.
She handed the half-drinked kettle to the teacher. The appearance looked quite funny: the basket she carried behind her back contained kettles filled with boiling water, and her neck was covered with kettles that had been drunk.
, what was in his hand was half drunk...
The teacher took the kettle without any objection, drank all the water in it, and handed the kettle back to the little girl.
Then he took off his raincoat, carefully put it on the girl, and helped her put it on. Then he turned back and looked at his guard: "Go back and report, I... lost my raincoat again."
