Lu Qibin said: "Allure, these organizational arrangements are just to let you know in advance and let you be prepared, so you don't have too much pressure at the moment." Let's put it this way, with Tsuyoshi Fujita's status in the RB military department and his status in the underworld, even if you challenge him now, he may not be able to take care of you. Naturally, the army will slowly train you first and build momentum for you. This may be a few years away. ”

Yu Tingcheng listened and nodded secretly. After all, there is a strategic plan in the organization, and it is impossible to fight a war for which we are not prepared. Lu Qibin said, his words changed, and he continued: "Of course, this time you have just taken up the post to the battalion headquarters, and the organization will not let you be idle. Now that there is a flood in the Yangtze River basin, you and Zhang Yonghou and they will go to the front line together with the officers and soldiers of Battalion A, and first complete the task of rescue and disaster relief, and everything else has to be put aside. ”

"Anti-relief and disaster relief?" Zhang Yonghou and the others were all stunned, "This matter cannot be delayed, since our battalion has taken over the task, we must leave quickly." ”

Every August, it is the flood season in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. This 6,300-kilometer-long Mother River, which originates in the Tanggula Mountains and feeds hundreds of millions of Chinese sons and daughters in the south of the Yangtze River, often floods in a moody manner. Especially in the middle of summer every year, the HB, HN, AH generation, almost all of them will cause large-scale floods due to the sudden rise of floods, causing huge economic and property losses, and will also take people's lives.

August 13, afternoon. WSB District, HB Province.

"Brothers, after resting for 20 minutes, we must plug the gap! Although our A battalion is all new recruits, we can't hold back!" A tall, black and thin battalion commander dressed in muddy camouflage uniforms was cheering up the soldiers on a levee made of makeshift sandbags, straw bales, and lime mud. At this time, it was still raining in the sky, and the area around the Yangtze River had become a country.

In the distance, you can vaguely see warriors crawling and rolling in the waves and mud, carrying large wooden stakes and stones, passing sandbags and straw bales. In some places where the breach was severe, the soldiers even went into the water themselves, using human walls to block the flood.

"Yes!" the warriors, who also looked like mud monkeys, replied neatly, although they looked tired. Later, under the arrangement of the battalion commander, everyone sat down on the ground, distributed steamed buns and mineral water, and the soldiers obviously consumed a lot of physical strength, regardless of the dirty mud on their hands, grabbed the steamed buns and stuffed them into their mouths. The young female instructor stepped forward and patted a black warrior on the shoulder, and whispered, "Don't worry, eat slowly." ”

Up to today, the officers and men of the battalions and companies from all over the country who rushed to the disaster area have been fighting for 10 days and nights on the breach of the embankment in the northern area. The soldiers of this battalion were the officers and men of the A battalion who received the order from the XX5th Division of the SC Army Headquarters and rushed to the disaster area. Battalion commander Zhang Yonghou drank most of the bottles of mineral water in one go, and looked back at the soldiers who were nibbling on steamed buns and did not even have a bite of pickles, with an anxious and distressed expression on his face.

"Officer Wang, haven't the supplies for liaison with the district party committee arrived yet? Our soldiers eat this every day, and they can still hold their positions?"

"The battalion commander, the leader of the district party committee has said that all the materials that can be mobilized have been distributed to the people affected by the disaster. No matter what we say, we can't rob the people of their rations...... These steamed buns were donated by elementary school students in the North District. Director Wang looked helpless. Zhang Yonghou opened his mouth, licked the corners of his mouth full of fine sand with his tongue, and finally spat with a "phew". "Lao Tzucao, these bastards!"

A large wave crashed on the embankment, causing many of the resting warriors to get wet again.

Officer Wang subconsciously tugged at his crotch with his hand and said, "Battalion commander, in fact, eating nothing is nothing, just grit your teeth and pass." It's just that after soaking in water every day, many fighters have ulcers growing there...... This is an unspeakable topic, but it cannot be left unaddressed. Wang Gensheng said that they wanted to take off their pants and go into the water, but this is too uncivilized, do you think you want to find a way?"

"......" Zhang Yonghou listened, and also grabbed his crotch with his hand. To be honest, he can't do anything about this kind of thing.

Glancing back at Yu Qingcheng, who was also resting, Zhang Yonghou said, "Instructor, now let's not talk about shamelessness." You are a lesbian, your body is not as good as ours, just arrange your work in the future, don't go into the water again. Yu Qingcheng listened, but just waved his hand and said, "Battalion commander, don't worry, I don't have any problems at all." It's just that these days, after listening to the brothers, I have come up with a solution. ”

Yu Qingcheng's kung fu has been practiced to the extreme, so naturally there will be no embarrassment of other fighters going into the water for too long and burning their crotches.

"Oh? Zhang Yonghou squatted beside Yu Qingcheng, subconsciously glanced at her crotch, and then felt a little uncivilized, and quickly looked away. Yu Qingcheng didn't mind, and said: "Do you see these big bags of cement? I mean, dig a few holes in them, let the soldiers get their heads and hands out of them, and take them off from the bottom, easy and comfortable." ”

"Hmm...... I'll try it first. Zhang Yonghou listened, but he didn't dislike it, he stepped forward and picked up a bag, dug three holes, and then drilled into it as Yu Chengcheng said. After wearing it, the bag just covered the part above the knee, and Zhang Yonghou said happily: "Yes, this design is good." Come on, let's take action quickly, change into the first battle clothes for emergency rescue and disaster relief, and make the final fight against the flood!"

Hearing the call of the battalion commander, the soldiers of Battalion A immediately came to their senses, covered them with cement bags one by one, then took off their pants and laughed in twos and threes.

"Instructor, this invention of yours is amazing, you can apply for Guinness World Records!" Wang Gensheng crossed his legs to enjoy the pleasure of the vacuum, and couldn't help laughing. Another soldier also laughed, "What is this equipment called?"

Yu Qingcheng looked at the lewd men in the first battalion, and couldn't help laughing: "This is called a special miniskirt for anti-relief." ”

"Instructor, don't you change the set?" several warriors glanced at Yu Qingcheng's long legs, and gave some yearning suggestions. Yu Qingcheng's face changed, and he kicked him falsely, so frightened that they covered their ass bones and dodged back. At this moment, a group of soldiers wearing hard epaulette uniforms and obviously looking like leaders inspecting came over from the embankment, and the person at the head shouted: "Battalion Commander Zhang, is Battalion Commander Zhang here?"

"Oh, chief!" Zhang Yonghou heard this, and hurriedly walked in front of them barefoot, standing up and saluting. However, when the other party saw Zhang Yonghou's dress, he couldn't help but laugh all at once, especially the beautiful female soldiers in the back, who blushed with laughter. Because from the camouflage uniforms and trousers they threw next to them, one could guess what was under the cement bags of the officers and men of Battalion A. Zhang Yonghou was a little embarrassed for a while, and subconsciously covered his crotch with his hand.

Because they are so appreciated by female soldiers, many soldiers' flood control miniskirts have been turned into "mini tents".

This group of neatly dressed, umbrella-wearing, and uniformly wearing Baoxianghua epaulettes does not need to be guessed as the art troupe in the army. Fortunately, the old chief who took the lead quickly held back his laughter and turned around and shouted: "What are you laughing at, do you have a little physiological common sense? The soldiers in front are fighting with the flood, is this a funny thing!"

When the female soldiers heard this, they quickly put away their smiles and became much more well-behaved.

"Camp Commander Zhang, I'm really embarrassed, these children of the art troupe have no malice. We came this time mainly to cheer up the fighters, send some hot meals to the soldiers, and let them sing a few songs to boost their morale. The chief said, and there were already many young people with different Chinese appearances on the military truck behind, carrying large basins with food, vegetables, and fruits.

"These are ......" Yu Tingcheng looked at the young people who were obviously Central Asians, and was a little confused for a while. The head of the art troupe said with a smile: "These are friends of the Pakistani troops, who have specially donated materials to our disaster area! Don't see outside, Pakistan is not rich, and in order to send this thing to China, they have removed all the seats on the military vehicles, and even the officers rushed over with the supplies." ”

"Alas, thank you comrades of the Art Troupe, thank you Pakistani friends!" Zhang Yonghou's embarrassment quickly disappeared, and they were replaced by moved. No one laughed at the dress of these soldiers, but they warmly served hot meals and handed them to the soldiers. The Pakistani soldiers saluted everyone and quickly rushed to the next disaster point.

"Pakistan is the brother of our Chinese. Zhang Yonghou and the others held the lunch box in their hands, and their eyes were a little red.

Yu Qingcheng stood aside, and he was quite relieved in his heart, and his impression of the little senior cadres of the art troupe was much better. In any case, she is also a civilian cadre, and she has a sense of pride.

"Haha, Allure!" At this moment, a beautiful girl wearing a treasure flower epaulette came to Yu Chengcheng's side and shouted excitedly. Yu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and found that this girl was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while. Seeing this, the girl posed and said to Yu Tingcheng: "How is it, do you remember me?" Yu Tingcheng looked her up and down, and finally laughed.

"Oh, Cheng Rui, why are you here too?"

This girl is none other than Yu Tingcheng's roommate when he was in the party school, a freshman of the art troupe, Cheng Rui.

"Why did you come here?" Cheng Rui pouted, but immediately smiled again, "This time for the earthquake relief, so many officers and soldiers have been transferred to the army to rescue the emergency, although I am a literary and artistic soldier, can I boost morale a little?" Although my parents didn't let me come out, but Chief Yan still quietly brought me out, hehe!" Cheng Rui said, Yu Tingcheng also noticed that this little girl was also very tired, and her voice was a little hoarse.

This is obviously a song for the soldiers, visits, and fatigue accumulated for too long. After all, it was raining heavily outside and the climate was harsh, as a singer in the art troupe, Cheng Rui actually worked hard regardless of her own capital, which made Yu Tingcheng's impression of her change instantly. "I originally thought that she was just a princess, the son of a daughter, and she couldn't sit down, but now she can stand up and go to the front line in the face of danger? ”