Ruins! ruins! ruins!

In the entire Yangxiu Town, there are very few buildings that have survived the earthquake.

Bian Xuedao didn't know how far Aoki was from Yangxiu, and he didn't know how Richter 8. Grade 1 and Richter 8. How far apart was Level 0's destructive power, and what he felt most now was the fragility and insignificance of man in front of the forces of nature, the shattering pile of rubble, which buried almost all signs of life.

Originally, the word earthquake only existed in newspapers and television, and it felt very far away, but when he was in a town with severe damage in the earthquake area, Bian Xuedao truly realized how cruel and ruthless the earthquake was.

At the edge of the town, the first thing he and Meng Jingyao saw that belonged to Yangxiu was a dog.

A yellow dog, with its head drooping, came from the rubble, and slowly, passed in front of the two of them, and then into the ruins.

Standing in place, as far as the eye can see, there is only a broken building, the thick pillars are broken into several pieces, the red roof is still half left, the stone lion in front of the building has fallen, the floor has collapsed, the building is crooked, and it stands lonely among the reinforced concrete fragments.

A little farther away from the long smoke was faintly discernible in the direction of the original street, but in fact, the road was gone, and the road was paved with rubble.

A few meters away, the two saw a collapsed wall, on the wall was a painting of the arrow of Eros passing through two hearts, and now, a crack appeared between the two hearts, like the merciless mark of death. The collapsed balcony was littered with colorful clothes, all of which were soaked in the rain, and no one came to collect them.

The two glanced at each other, and while learning to help Meng Jingyao walk forward.

After walking dozens of meters, a huge wall was obliquely pressed against the street, and under the wall was a middle-aged man, who was already speechless, and his eyes for help passed through the gap and looked at Bian Xuedao and Meng Jingyao.

Bian Xuedao wanted to go over to save people, Meng Jingyao pulled his arm and said, "It's useless, he can't do it anymore, and you and I can't lift such a big wall." ”

"Let me try. ”

Bian Xuedao walked to the wall, exerted his arms and raised his teeth through gritted teeth. Although he has been working out all year round and has a strong body, he has tried several times in a row, but the wall has not moved.

When Meng Jingyao saw it, she dragged her injured foot over and helped him carry it together.

"Thank you...... Thank you ......"

There was a faint voice from under the wall, and the two of them hurriedly squatted down, and it was the man who was pressed under the wall to speak.

The man's body couldn't move, he was originally angry, his eyes suddenly regained some brilliance, he looked at Bian Xuedao and Meng Jingyao, and said intermittently: "I can't do it...... Leave me alone...... My daughter...... It's called Song Jiayi...... At Yangxiu Primary School...... 5th Grade ...... You help me...... Help me...... Help me...... Find ......"

The short sentence exhausted the man's only little life energy, and in the end, he moved his lips, but he couldn't make a sound at all, so he had to look at Bian Xuedao and Meng Jingyao with pleading eyes, hoping that they could understand what he meant.

Meng Jingyao, who had been strong all the way, cried for the first time.

Bian Xuedao looked at the man and said in a deep voice: "Your daughter's name is Song Jiayi, she is in the fifth grade at Yangxiu Primary School, don't worry, we will go to the school to find her immediately, and I will tell her that she has a father who loves her very much." ”

Bypassing the wall that was pressing the man, he asked Meng Jingyao beside him: "Do you think the Yangxiu Primary School donated by Youdao can withstand this earthquake?"

Meng Jingyao glanced at him and said affirmatively, "It should be possible." ”

The further you go into town, the more survivors you meet.

In front of a pile of ruins, a middle-aged woman muttered to herself: "Guodong, Guodong, you must still be alive, you speak quickly." As she spoke, she picked up a piece of gravel and struck the rebar.

"Bang!

It was the echo that answered her.

People walked over to see her, then walked away silently.

In the small town of Yangxiu, self-rescue and mutual rescue have been launched.

But in the case of no machinery and no tools, rescue also gives priority to saving those who are not buried deep and are not seriously injured, like the "Guodong" shouted by this woman, there is not even a response, and there is no way to save it.

There were aftershocks again.

The magnitude of the aftershocks is not high, having just experienced 8. The magnitude 1 earthquake made the survivors who had been numb in their nerves not care, and as soon as the aftershocks passed, they continued to search the rubble.

A woman dug out a pile of things from the ruins, a few pots and bowls, a set of bedding, a photo album.

The person next to him glanced at it a few times and said, "This thing is useless." ”

The woman snatched it up, held it in her arms and said, "This is the most precious thing." ”

On the album, someone may no longer be in this world, and the photo is a proof of his or her visit, and it is also the thought of the deceased's relatives to spend the rest of their lives.

A temporary shelter has been erected in a vacant lot in the center of town.

The collected medicines were piled up in the earthquake shelter, and a few people in white coats were busy giving simple treatment to the injured, and their homes were also devastated, but they did not forget their duty and tried their best to treat each and every injured person.

There was a table on one side of the shelter, and several middle-aged men stood at the table to discuss: "The most important things at the moment are to search for survivors, collect daily necessities, appease the masses, register their disappearances, and send people out to deliver letters......"

After a few people finished the meeting, Bian Xuedao and Meng Jingyao came over: "May I ask how to go to Yangxiu Primary School?"

A man who was bandaging the wound on the back of his hand with a strip of cloth raised his head and stretched out his hand to the intersection on the right: "Over there, keep walking." ”

Meng Jingyao leaned over and asked, "How is the situation at Yangxiu Primary School?"

The man with sweat and ash on his face said: "The best situation in the town is there, the buildings of the town's kindergarten and Xuankou Middle School have collapsed, and only the building of the Central Primary School has been carried by it." ”

At this moment, two people walked over, and one of them handed the man a blue tag: "This is a temporary work card, everyone wears it, and a missing persons registration office is set up on the spot to count the list of missing persons." ”

Seeing that the two were leaving, the man grabbed them, bowed his head and said, "Give me a yellow card too." ”

The blue card is a work permit, and the yellow card is a bailout card.

The man was a surviving worker of the town government, and he was also a victim.

Hanging the two certificates, one blue and one yellow, on his chest, he looked up and saw that Bian Xuedao and Meng Jingyao had not left, the man looked at them carefully and asked, "Aren't they locals?"

Meng Jingyao answered: "Yanjing people, who came to climb the mountain, caught the earthquake and threw the car on the road. ”

The man asked in surprise: "Then you ask the ...... of the Central Primary School."

Meng Jingyao said: "I met a person just now, who was crushed under the rubble, and before he died, he asked us to see if his daughter who was studying in Yangxiu Primary School was okay. ”

The man picked up a notebook from the table behind him and said, "I'll take you two over, and I also happen to be going to find a few teachers to help." ”

"Thank you then. ”

On the way to Yangxiu Primary School, Meng Jingyao asked the man a few questions about disaster relief, and the man answered with a straight answer, and then Meng Jingyao asked again: "How is your family?"

Just one sentence, like an invisible magic hand, stripped away the light from the man's eyes and dimmed his eyes: "The child didn't find the, she is a doctor, and the town hospital building has collapsed......"

Finally saw Yangxiu Central Primary School, and Bian Xuedao breathed a sigh of relief.

The four-story school building, like an iron box, looks at it from the front, and there is not a single crack in sight.

Although the sky is gloomy, the words "Youdao Group" are clearly visible on the building.

The playground of Yangxiu Central Primary School has become a temporary shelter, where teachers, students and surviving parents gather to build earthquake-resistant shelters and prepare to sleep in the open.

Obviously, despite the fact that the school building has withstood the earthquake, people are no longer afraid to stay in the house.

The man who sent Bian Xuedao and Meng Jingyao over found two male teachers, saying that the town wanted them to go out and deliver letters, and when they heard the word "send letters", Bian Xuedao said to the man: "I have a satellite phone here, so I can contact the outside world......

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Yangxiu Town, one of the hardest-hit areas at the epicenter, finally got the news, and the general headquarters for earthquake relief in Dujiang City was shocked.

At the same time, just six hours after the earthquake, 200,000 volunteers from all over the country rushed to Sishan.

Bian Xuedao and Meng Jingyao, who were in the earthquake area, didn't know that two hours earlier, Qi Sanshu had already led his "outdoor survival team" to drive more than 30 off-road vehicles into the earthquake area.

In Cheng County, one of the hardest-hit areas, Qi Sanshu used off-road vehicles as ambulances to transport the wounded dug out from under the rubble.

Some of the wounded lost too much blood and couldn't stand the toss, so Qi Sanshu and a few team members who knew first aid, wound treatment and nursing built a temporary aid station, where the wounded were first bandaged and then sent to the hospital.

Among the wounded, there were several injured middle school students, who were seriously injured and could not be delivered by car, so Qi Sanshu called Zhu Zhichun and asked him to send a helicopter to pick them up.

But at this time, Zhu Zhichun no longer had a plane to send.

Knowing that Shudu has such a powerful general aviation company as "Tianxing General Aviation", Tianxing's helicopter was immediately requisitioned by the Earthquake Relief General Headquarters to carry out rescue missions together with the helicopters of the Shudu Military Region.

Holding the satellite phone, Qi Sanshu scolded Zhu Zhichun for the first time: "Just one, you can't even send a plane?" They are still children, without a plane, they can't survive two hours......

More and more volunteers gathered at Qi Sanshu's temporary aid station, and volunteers with different accents didn't say anything, rolled up their sleeves to help.

Soon, there was news that a 45-degree slope landslide area two kilometers away had blocked many survivors who had escaped from Baoan Town, and that someone was already trying to rescue them, but they still needed a group of rock climbing and mountaineers.

When Qi Sanshu heard the news, he immediately brought someone over to help.

Before leaving the aid station, someone wrote a suicide note, which was not long, and most of them were one sentence:

"Dear Mom and Dad, I'm going to save people, and I won't regret it no matter what the outcome is. ”

"If something happens to me, please forgive my son for being unfilial, because I can't see death without help. ”

“……”

The so-called hero is his choice at a certain moment.

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It was still raining, and gravel was rolling down the hillside from time to time, and the frightened, scarred survivors no longer had the courage to climb the steep hill.

Qi Sanshu, who arrived later, together with all the volunteers, set up a human ladder on the slippery hillside.

Some people grasp the branch with one hand and grab the person below with the other and drag it up, while others can only lie half-on the hillside, holding at the stone with both hands, and stretching one leg for the person below to grab the trouser leg and climb up.

Many people's hands were opened, but no one let go, and with what strength they had left, they shouted loudly to the people on the hillside to avoid the falling stones, and those who did not dare to climb gritted their teeth and plucked up courage with tears, because they saw the large hands stretched out on the hillside covered with blood.

Hardship and hardship, Yuru is successful.

Disasters make people unprecedentedly united, disasters make people re-understand the meaning of existence, and the baptism of disasters makes people different from the past.

People are born again in destruction, people are born again in salvation, people are born again in the foundation of the dead.

Realize life and death all the way, and live to death.

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(Recent chapters are hard to write, very hard to write.) There were a lot of things I wanted to write about, but they were too heavy for me to touch easily, so be it, I tried my best. The only wish is that everyone can see the light of humanity. ）

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