When other troops about the same distance as the 142nd Regiment took several hours longer than the 142nd Regiment to arrive at Tangzhuang, how did the 142nd Regiment save this golden few hours?

The hardships and dangers can be imagined.

The numbers spoken are pale and weak, and the words are even indescribable.

Only the soldiers of the 142nd Regiment who have experienced it know and understand what kind of storm they have traversed.

In the face of difficulties and obstacles, their head Ye Boxuan chose not to bow his head.

Ye Boxuan held his head high, led by example, took firm steps, and led everyone forward, igniting the pride of the whole group......

After the 142nd Regiment set off, the convoy rushed to the North China Plain on the Northeast Plain. Ye Boxuan always stared at the map in his hand with a solemn expression.

On the way, the training office of the Kyoto Military Region has issued their respective marching routes to the command vehicles of each regiment.

The journey of more than 600 kilometers from the 142nd regiment station to Tangzhuang is a plain national highway of Pingchuan. Ye Boxuan kept stroking his watch back and forth, he was calculating the time in his heart, if nothing else, he thought he would rush to the outskirts of the city before dark.

However, Ye Boxuan's heart was still very anxious.

Head Ye clearly understood in his heart that after such a big earthquake, "no accident" is the real accident! He didn't know where the accident was or when it would appear.

When the troops set off, the weather was still good, the sky was clear, and the heat was in full swing. Along the way, the wheat waves are rolling, the rice fields are gorgeous, and the hard-working farmers are working in the fields, and the sweat is soaked into the fertile land.

Ye Boxuan frowned deeply. Look out the window.

It's the middle of summer, and the foliage is full of trees. Birds and flowers, fish and algae. The sound of frogs, the freedom of all kinds of frost, the entire Northeast is a thriving and vibrant scene.

Ye Boxuan looked at this, and his mood was even heavier, because he could imagine that the unfortunate city in North China might have already become a dead city.

As the head of a group, his responsibilities are even greater, and he must consider all possibilities in advance.

Ye Boxuan fell into deep thought. The brain was racing. The 142nd Regiment belongs to the field troops, and the training subjects on weekdays are also combat skills, battlefield coordination, assault, and defense.

As for disaster relief, the soldiers have only participated in local efforts to fight floods and locust plagues.

As for earthquakes, even he only learned in geography classes at military schools.

In the early hours of the morning, he was the first to see it.

So how destructive the earthquake was, the casualties, and what treatment measures to take, Head Ye was all confused.

He thinks it's no wonder that his grandfather often says: live to old age. To learn old, always learn, to be a person with all-round skills, so that in unexpected situations. You have a better chance of surviving than anyone else.

After enlisting in the army for so many years, he has been practicing hard to kill the enemy, how to save people. But the old revolution has encountered new problems.

Thinking of this, I remembered the summer, if it weren't for the reminder from my daughter-in-law. He estimated that he would have to lead these hundreds of stupid soldiers to pick up the gravel with his bare hands. Lift the floor slab and pull the steel bar.

When he thought of summer, Ye Boxuan couldn't suppress his ambivalence.

He was relieved and angry. It is gratifying that the daughter-in-law who is usually used to Madaha can think so carefully at such a critical time.

Thinking about that suggestion deeply, Ye Boxuan felt that a sentence in the summer was simply to save him from fire and water, and if he didn't go to the disaster area without anything, I was afraid that he might be charged with delaying the rescue in the future.

This progress in the summer must be praised positively and should be praised.

Thinking of this, I was angry with the tiger in the summer, and without discussion, I made my own decisions, and I was going to such a dangerous place.

She is a seven-foot man, the head of the field regiment, the military order is like a mountain, and she must regard death as home, she is a powerless little reporter, a civilian female soldier, what kind of fun is she going to do!

Ye Boxuan faced up to his psychology and had to admit that he was afraid that she would be injured, afraid that she would have an accident, and he was very afraid!

Tie Han is tender, Ye Boxuan thought in his heart, if he successfully completed this task, he would definitely kiss Summer, the dear girl in his heart, and say a few more sweet words that he loved to listen to in summer.

……

The sun went from east to west, without stopping, out of the northeast region to North China, hundreds of kilometers out, and the sky slowly became overcast.

Patches of dark clouds gathered more and more, gradually covering the sky, like thick ink smoke.

The faint sound of thunder, like the sound of cannons in the distance, seems to inform people what kind of ups and downs Tangzhuang is experiencing.

More and more collapsed houses have begun to appear on the roadside.

Ye Boxuan clenched his fists, it's almost there, it's almost here, and it's getting closer and closer to the disaster area.

After several hours of rushing down, the 142nd Regiment did not receive a single minute of instruction to rest on the spot. Their leader, Ye Boxuan, trusts them.

Some drivers already feel sleepy due to continuous driving in hot weather.

In order to overcome fatigue, the experienced veteran took out the pre-prepared red pepper from his pocket and munched it heavily. And then through the crowd of people, it is delivered to the hands of the driver.

The driver, who couldn't even eat a mouthful of chili peppers, handed the soldier in the passenger seat a needle: "My method is better than eating chili peppers." Come, I can't do it myself, you come, stab me. It's harder to drive on rainy days, so I have to be refreshed. ”

It was overcast outside, and it was dark inside the car. Ye Boxuan was also tired and tired, and he only slept for no more than two hours last night, and he was really sleepy. Coupled with the fact that he had been on the road for most of the day, Ye Boxuan really couldn't stand it.

His head was resting against the window, and although there was some bumps, it didn't affect his dozing.

"Squeak-" A sharp brake sound sounded, and Ye Boxuan's head slammed on the front windshield.

Ye Boxuan woke up immediately and said foully:

"Holy! Who called the parking! "All the teams are stagnant.

After Ye Boxuan finished scolding, he immediately grabbed the start-up phone and questioned the head car.

After a while, the signal soldier who was passing orders back and forth in the convoy came over on a motorcycle, and reported the situation ahead with Ye Boxuan, explaining why it suddenly stopped.

After hearing this, Ye Boxuan opened the co-pilot's door, jumped off, rode on the back seat of the signal soldier's motorcycle, and urged him to hurry forward.

When Ye Boxuan looked down to observe the road conditions, he inadvertently found that the hot engine had already baked the little soldier's legs. He also did not want continuous marches if he could. Ye Boxuan glanced at the side face of the little soldier riding a motorcycle.

Out of Ye Boxuan's guess when he first set off, the accident really came!

The 150-meter-long bridge on the river was shattered, the slab broke in the middle, and fell into the turbulent waves.

Ye Boxuan looked at it with a frown...... (To be continued......)