Chapter Seventy-Seven: There is no danger

What to do?

Zhao Xin looked at the turbid Yellow River, struck the sky, and expelled all the scenery in his eyes.

Countless ideas converged in Zhao Xin's heart. In the end, Zhao Xin gritted his teeth and said: "Pass the order, everyone insists on the river embankment, where the embankment breaks, where I want a head, I will be here." ”

"No matter where the north bank and the south bank break, I will jump into the Yellow River and die with you."

"You all think about it, where is behind the embankment? It's your fathers and fellow villagers. ”

Zhao Xin unbuttoned his robe, and a red official robe was especially obvious in the wind and rain, as if a trace of life had just flashed in the waves.

Zhao Xin also knows that he does this. Not necessarily the best option.

But at this time, what is the best choice?

Flooding, sorry, in this era of communication environment, just how to do it, is a naked slaughter. It's nothing more than a lot of people versus a small number of people.

North of the Yellow River, the people of Shandong are people, but the people between the south of the Yellow River and the Huai River are not people?

No matter what, Zhao Xin can't make such a decision.

Moreover, it is also difficult to judge between the precariousness of the embankment and the bursting of the embankment, sometimes it is seen that the embankment is precarious, but it may be survived.

Sometimes, if the river embankment is safe and stable, it is likely to seep into the pipes, so that it is out of control.

Zhao Xin didn't know which one was the best, but he knew that he ordered a section of the embankment to be opened at this moment, and he would ask himself for the rest of his life, how could he not break the embankment in the first place?

And there will never be an answer to this question.

If you stick to it now, the worst result is just death.

Compared with this kind of cruel decision, death itself is not a very bad result, and if you are buried in the Yellow River, you will not have to worry about all kinds of tragedies in the future.

Although Zhao Xin felt that he was a little irresponsible, there was a trace of happiness in his heart.

Zhao Xin was like this, so that all the strong men below gritted their teeth and worked hard.

In the drizzling rain, almost all men, young and old, even teenagers, were shirtless, old or immature, carrying bags of dirt and wooden frames, large and small, filled with stones. It is already dozens of meters wide, thick straw mats, layer by layer on the inside of the embankment.

A thick layer of straw mats was added to the inside of the embankment to block the impact of the water, so that the water would not rush directly on the embankment and break the embankment.

And frames of stones, bags of soil, little by little, the embankment was heightened.

It's a race.

Compared to the flood, who rises a little faster?

Suddenly, the river calmed down.

But everyone knows that this is just the calm before Hong Feng came.

Almost instantly,

The wind was blowing, and the heavy rain that had just fallen turned into a pouring state in an instant, and the sky became even darker, and the visibility suddenly became low.

It's like dusk or dawn.

Half night, half day. Yin and Yang chaos is not judged. And the sound of the waves suddenly became louder, almost like rolling thunder, like the horn of something.

"It's over." I don't know who said it, and many of them were trembling with fear.

According to ancient legends, the dragon is hidden in the deep pool, as long as it is in the wind and rain, it makes waves, goes down the river, and goes straight to the sea, in order to become a dragon.

This kind of never-before-heard sound of waves makes many people think that it is really Jiao.

Zhao Xin took out his sword and said: "I am ordered by the Son of Heaven to guard this river, ignorant beasts, dare to violate the realm of the Son of Heaven, I will cut it, the Sword of the Son of Heaven is here, why not go quickly?" ”

How could Zhao Xin not know that there was no dragon in it, and he was not called a strange god. But it is useless for Zhao Xin to understand it himself, and the people do not understand.

Explain it to them, but it doesn't make sense.

can only follow their thoughts, and in Confucianism, in fact, they are not too disgusted with these gods and ghosts, and the so-called saints set up Shinto to teach the people.

So some stories of karma and retribution can help officials govern the people, and they use them as well.

Ancient and modern folk tales, it seems that emperors and ministers have magical powers, but in fact, it is not that they really have magical powers, but that some of these gods, gods, ghosts and ghosts have been transformed by Confucianism.

The same is true for Zhao Xin.

He wanted to give the people courage, but he didn't have time to explain to the people that this was not the roar of the dragon.

Where does Zhao Xin have any Heavenly Son Sword, and the governor's patrol is just a royal flag. And not every minister has it. And even if Zhao Xin has the flag of the king's order, he doesn't dare to bring it here, once something goes wrong and he is thrown into the Yellow River, Zhao Xin can't bear it.

With Zhao Xin's courage, the people pretended to be brave and continued to strengthen.

In the wind and rain, the Yellow River is almost overflowing, hitting the embankment layer by layer, surging upwards in waves, and constantly refreshing its own records.

Zhao Xin insisted on not wearing a hat coat, just to let people know that he was the governor of the south of the Ming River and was also above the embankment.

It's just that he is old after all, and he is sixty years old.

He had been holding on to the levee for days, and he was already exhausted, but he was gritting his teeth. Seeing this, the subordinates could only move a Taishi chair for Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin sat on the Taishi chair.

He was soaking wet, and the water of the Yellow River also surged layer by layer to Zhao Xin's feet.

"My lord, this levee can't be held." An official almost pounced at Zhao Xin's feet. Soaking wet, it's like a chicken in soup. He clung to his throat and shouted, "My lord, go quickly." ”

How could Zhao Xin not understand this.

Zhao Xin's place is not the innermost part of the embankment, just think about it, he is a sixty-year-old man, even if he goes to the front, what can he do?

He was located at the highest point of the riverbank in the area.

Here, he can see the movements within more than ten miles at a glance, and most of the people can look up and see him.

This is also poured up by the water, which means that as long as the river is raised by another inch or two, I am afraid that it will be full of embankments.

And the full embankment is actually not the most terrible, the terrible thing is that the south side of the embankment, in fact, there is already a considerable amount of waterlogging.

The so-called hanging river on the Yellow River is by no means a lie. The place where the river embankment is located is not only the highest place in the vicinity, but also the highest place in the north of Kaifeng Prefecture.

It's even much higher than the Kaifeng city wall.

So just south of the embankment, there was already a large area of stagnant water, and the deepest part was already a meter.

Everyone knows that the stagnant water here is a huge threat to the levee, and if the levee is overflowing, it means that the inside and outside of the levee are blistered.

In this way, the embankment can easily be softened.

Not to mention, the reinforced embankment is actually not too strong, and it is the easiest to collapse when washed by water. And once it falls, it's not one place. Zhao Xin said lightly: "Where is your position, go back." Otherwise, don't blame me for not being merciless. ”

"My lord, this is not the time to be rash."

Zhao Xin waved his hand, and an entourage immediately came out behind him, stabbed this person in the heart with a sword, and then kicked out and kicked this person into the Yellow River.

The Yellow River was still turbulent, and he didn't seem to care, he had already swallowed a human life.

With such a resolute attitude, Zhao Xin stuck to the embankment.

He can't move, no one can move, there are only three roads here, one is to fall into the Yellow River and drown, in fact, many people have already fallen into it.

Once you fall into it, or are swept into it by the waves, you will be dead and dead.

The second is to wait for the embankment to burst, but all of them will collapse and die together.

The third, and the only way to survive, is to hold the embankment and tie the dragon of the Yellow River between the two embankments.

But no one knows how little hope there is for this path.

Zhao Xin held on to the river embankment for three days and three nights, and finally survived the most dangerous time, although there were many problems of one kind or another, Zhao Xin killed three officials without authorization.

Even the governor did not have the power to behead local officials, only to impeach.

Zhao Xin finally seized this line of life. This time, the flood season passed safely.

However, to defend the Yellow River, the people's power on both sides of the Yellow River has been exhausted, but there is no such strong support in other places, and there is not so much manpower and material resources.

Therefore, the summer of the ten years of orthodoxy was not easy.