The 142nd Regiment arrived at Tangzhuang within six hours, but it was delayed for a long time because of the two broken bridges, the soldiers scratched their heads at this situation, and their regiment commander Ye Boxuan was even more irritable.

However, there were still more troops arriving one after another, still following the old road of the 142nd Regiment, those roads that would be blocked to Tangzhuang, and they were facing the difficulties and dangers that the 142nd Regiment had encountered in the periphery of Tangzhuang.

It was late at night when the 142nd Regiment was actually stationed in the Tangzhuang area, the visibility was basically zero, and it was raining heavily.

On the one hand, Ye Boxuan ordered the signal corps to contact the Kyoto headquarters and ask for orders for the next move, and at the same time ordered the soldiers to set up rainproof tents and immediately light a fire for cooking.

Everyone must stay away from the building to prevent aftershocks, but Ye Boxuan himself stood in the rain, thinking about the problem.

For a whole day, the soldiers did not enter the water.

The cooking class set up a cauldron under a rainproof shelter erected on the side of the road. Zhai Yuanfang commanded all the officers and soldiers to rest in place.

The soldiers of the 142nd Regiment were unbearable, and every soldier acted in unison, wearing heavy raincoats, sitting on the wet ground, taking off the steel helmets on their heads and drinking the rain.

A large pot of rice porridge was quickly boiled, and the rain gradually became lighter.

The young men took out the tea jar one after another, and looked at the steaming cauldron with their eyes, as if they had arrived in heaven on earth, and they were eager to wait for the moment of happiness, ready to drink a bowl of hot porridge to warm up, but at this moment. Someone suddenly shouted:

"Look!"

Ye Boxuan also stopped talking to Zhai Yuanfang beside him under this reminder and looked into the distance.

Zhai Yuanfang's eyes suddenly widened, and Ye Boxuan squinted at it......

I saw a group of vague figures not far away, swaying and moving towards them in the rain.

Those figures were frightened, staggering, like groups of sleepwalkers, thrown to a strange planet in a trance.

All their actions are numb, neither weeping nor crying out in pain.

Ye Boxuan pointed to the group of figures: "Pass my orders." All vehicles have their headlights on. Light the way for these people! ”

Approaching, the soldiers were shocked.

Only then did they discover that the refugees in the disaster area were covering their bodies with various clothes.

There are fat and peculiar foreign pajamas produced by the costume factory, as well as various Peking Opera costumes. A shriveled old man. Even wearing a floral skirt.

These scenes are enough to show the urgency and embarrassment of the people when they fled.

And behind these adults. Follow a group of unclothed children.

The children's faces were covered in blood and dust. Staring at a pair of frightened eyes, sobbing silently.

As these figures stood in front of the warriors, they looked at the hot cauldron. The longing in his eyes is unmistakable.

The children did not care about being burned, and they did not move as hard as before, and their eyes lit up again, and they trotted to the side of the pot, and kept making swallowing motions.

The soldiers couldn't eat it anymore, so they gave the porridge in their hands to the hungry children.

The cooking class boiled out another pot, and everyone distributed the pot of steaming porridge to the rest of the adult victims.

The shriveled old man drank a teapot of hot porridge, and his body was warm, and he stood in front of Ye Boxuan with a wooden stick and a flower skirt.

The old man bowed to Ye Boxuan, and Ye Boxuan hurriedly dodged and held on.

The uncle choked up as soon as he opened his mouth: "The people of Tangzhuang will not forget, and the children and grandchildren of Tangzhuang will not forget." Thank you, thank you. Come and we will be saved! ”

The old man in the flower skirt cried, crying and mourning, and wrinkled his face with crying. Seeing the green uniform in the wind and rain, the uncle couldn't control himself.

Ye Boxuan and Zhai Yuanfang looked at the black-pressed damaged city in silence, they only had one belief in their hearts, no matter how difficult it was, we would dare to compete with the heavens and the earth when we came! Go and help the people of Tangzhuang!

The third pot of porridge in the cooking class was quickly cooked, and the orderly gave Ye Boxuan a teapot. Ye Boxuan sighed, and then began to drink gruel with his neck up, thinking secretly: "Just let the soldiers have time to rest when they drink porridge, it's time to go forward......"

Just thinking about it, I heard a terrible roar in the air:

"Run away, the Tushui River is about to burst!!"

Ye Boxuan's hand shook, and the hot porridge in the teapot almost spilled all over his face.

Ye Boxuan frowned, simply put down the rice tank, and called a company commander:

"How many soldiers do you take to see what's going on? Call that person over, and then see who knows the specific situation, and call them all over and talk about it. By the way, tell them to stop screaming, it's enough to panic people! What's wrong with not being lively enough! ”

After a while, several scouts brought in a middle-aged man who was barefoot, covered in mud and blood, and crying with a sad face.

As soon as the mud man saw Ye Boxuan, he grinned and began to cry:

"You're the leader, aren't you? Leader, we are looking forward to the stars and the moon, and we are finally looking forward to our PLA!

Whining...... You can save Tangzhuang, the water dam will burst, and Tangzhuang will become an ocean, what a disaster! Why are we so miserable...... Woo woo...... "The mud man burst into tears.

Ye Boxuan frowned slightly: "This comrade, you stabilize your emotions!" Even if it's a 100,000 urgent matter, you have to make it clear first! ”

The mud man wiped his face, twitched his nose, felt that it was still not possible, and rubbed his face up and down with his dirty hands, and then calmed down a little, and began to tell in three words and two words.

Ye Boxuan understood. This mud man is a staff member of the Tuhe Reservoir Management Office.

This Tuhe River Management Office is responsible for the daily maintenance of the Tushui Reservoir, which is located 15 kilometers northeast of Tangzhuang.

Because of this earthquake, the entire reservoir sank down to a depth of more than one meter, a large longitudinal crack on the main dam, and there was a horizontal fracture every few tens of meters, and there were dozens of cracks.

Coupled with the fact that it had rained all day, the water level had risen sharply, and the dam was in jeopardy.

The elevation of the bottom of the entire reservoir is more than 10 meters higher than that of Tangzhuang, and now it has stored nearly 40 million cubic meters of water.

It is conceivable that once the embankment bursts, it will pour a lake of water on the heads of the people of Tangzhuang, and the shattered city of Tangzhuang will be completely placed in the roofless flood.

Once this kind of secondary disaster erupts, it is no less devastating than the earthquake itself!

Ye Boxuan did the same as the mud man's previous actions, stroked his face with both hands, and hurriedly called Zhai Yuanfang:

"Lao Zhai, it's urgent, it's too late to report to your superiors. I will take a battalion to the reservoir to rescue the danger first, and you will continue to garrison with the rest of the troops and wait for orders, so we can keep in touch at any time! ”

When the people heard that they were fleeing, the green uniforms put down their rice bowls and stood up without slogan orders. Wait for the order.

Ye Boxuan put on his military hat: "A battalion, follow me!" (To be continued......)