The cry was miserable and heartbreaking.

Even though it was pouring rain, I still listened to the bursts of eagerness.

Tang Yi was curious, turned his head, and heard a woman's crying voice in his ears.

"Let me go back! I beg you! ”

"Let me go back and die with him!"

"I don't want to live anymore! Let me die, my life is gone! ”

Looking in the direction of the screams, a woman covered in mud and water was lying on the ground struggling.

Five or six villagers held her left and right, tears in their eyes but did not say a word, just clung to him.

"What's the situation?"

Tang Yi asked the village chief on the side curiously.

Here's what's going on.

"Her children are still at home, but her home has been washed away by mudslides, and she can't go back!"

The village chief sighed, and it was pitiful to say.

It was raining this morning, and we couldn't work in the fields, so everyone hid at home.

But this woman braved the rain to go to the field, and her husband went out to work, and three months ago he fell off the construction site and died.

Only orphans and widows remained, and no one did the work in the fields, so she left her children at home and pulled weeds in the rain when she was just full moon.

After all, life has to pass, their mother and son have to live, and enduring the grief of her husband's death, she is determined to raise her child.

Unexpectedly, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, it was too big, so she went to the villagers' houses to take shelter from the rain.

But I didn't want to be at this moment, there was an earthquake.

The rain poured down, and the earth writhed back and forth, and although it was daytime, it was already white outside.

It all came so suddenly, so suddenly that everyone didn't have time to react.

Everyone fled the house in a panic, but fortunately, the earthquake was not big and no houses collapsed.

But the night before yesterday, the light rain made the land completely wet, and the heavy rainfall ushered in made this small earthquake the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The mudslide poured left and right, and the villagers who ran down were surrounded on three sides.

Looking at the mountain peaks behind the village, the cracks that had formed on them became a sharp sword hanging over their heads.

If it collapses, the entire valley will probably be filled in, and she will not have time to go home.

"Where's her home?"

After hearing what happened, Tang Yi's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked.

"Right there, on the heights east of the village!"

The village chief pointed to the cottage on the hillside in the distance, where a red-roofed tiled house was her home.

Because her home is independent of the easternmost side, it is still some distance from other homes.

The mudslide pouring down from the top of the mountain surrounded her home.

The terrain is slightly higher, allowing the house to avoid being washed down the hill in the first round.

But the torrential rain continued, and mudslides mixed with muddy water continued to wash over her home.

Directly separated by the mudslide, the red tiled house became an island.

Crumbling in the midst of a mudslide, there was a baby lying inside.

But everyone knows that no one can be saved, although the child is innocent, but the natural disaster is merciless.

A mudslide resembling a yellow dragon, carrying with it trees and gravel on the mountain.

Stones the size of millstones were washed down, but they were even more terrifying than tanks.

Listening to the woman's heart-rending cry, Tang Yi knew that this child was her last spiritual support.

If the child can't live, I'm afraid she won't be able to survive with continuous blows.

"Lin Feng, you continue to carry out the mission here, I'll go up and take a look!"

Looking at the house that will be swallowed by the mudslide at any time, Tang Yi can't ignore it.

Saying to Lin Feng, who was still waiting for the helicopter, Tang Yi wiped the rain from his face.

Trotting all the way up the hillside, the cracked earth under my feet is soft, as if it will slide down at any moment.

At this time, Tang Yi went against the wind, which was tantamount to sending him to death.

Watching the green military uniform disappear into the village, everyone's hearts sweated for him.

Crossing the street and stepping on the muddy road, Tang Yi, who was moving horizontally, wasted a lot of strength to climb halfway up the hill.

In front of him, a huge mudslide blocked his way.

Although the first wave of mudslides has passed, the torrent of rain that has collected the entire hillside is still washing the ground.

In the chasm, which was seven or eight meters wide, the mud rolled and roared, carrying the horror of death.

In the midst of the rainstorm, Tang Yi wiped the rain from his face and removed the rope from his shoulder.

If you want to pass, you can only cross the mudslide and can't fly, so you can only use ropes.

Found a fist-sized stone, tied it with a rope, and waved the rope as the rope began to rotate back and forth.

At this time, mudslides are repeatedly washing away the solid foundation.

Fortunately, this is a new house, and if it were other old houses, I am afraid that it would have collapsed long ago.

But it doesn't mean how long this house can last, and the water is surging under the exposed foundation.

Once, twice, three times.

Ropes were thrown at the house, but none of them were fastened to it.

Finally, Tang Yi, who did not give up, threw the rope for the sixth time, and the rope tied to the stone hung on the beam of the roof and hung on it.

Pulling the rope backwards hard, and after making sure it was strong, Tang Yi fixed the rope to a tree not far away.

In this way, he used ropes to build a life passage in the mudslide.

Tang Yi grabbed the rope with both hands, turned over and put his feet on it, faced the raindrops with his face to the sky, crossed his arms and slid towards the opposite side little by little.

In the storm, Tang Yi's life on the rope hung by a thread, and the surging mudslide was still roaring towards the mountain, if the rope broke, he would be finished.

Fortunately, everything went well, and when Tang Yi's feet fell to the ground, the villagers under the mountain couldn't help but shout.

Time was running out, Tang Yi didn't have time to rest, he rushed to the door and kicked the locked wooden door open.

It is a two-bedroom living room, with bedrooms on the left and right, and in the hall, there is also a posthumous portrait, which is the child's father.

"Wow Wow Wow ......"

There was no need to look for it, the child's cry made Tang Yi rush directly to the room on the right.

In the crib in the room, a boy who had just completed the moon was crying.

After waking up for so long, he didn't find his mother, and in fright, the baby instinctively cried.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Uncle is here! ”

This is definitely Tang Yi's first time holding a child, and it is also a baby who has just reached the full moon.

When he picked up the little boy, Tang Yi's mood was even more nervous than holding the explosive bag.

But now, there was no time to hesitate anything, and hurriedly wrapped him in a small quilt.

Suddenly, there was a shaking, almost causing Tang Yi to fall, and Tang Yi, who was holding the child, turned around and rushed out.

It's just that when he rushed to the courtyard and was about to return the same way, he found that it was too late.

Half of the house on the side of the rope was washed away by a mudslide, and the rope that lay there was broken.

(End of chapter)