Chapter 94: Disaster Relief in Progress

The troops marching on foot entered the town under the leadership of Lao Geng, and their bodies were already covered with a thick layer of snow.

Snowflakes were still floating in the sky, and flickering flashlights and horse lanterns mingled with the dim light, illuminating a clearing.

Lao Liu stood at the front of the line and shouted loudly; "Now we will start arranging rescue work, first to save people, and then to rescue the collapsed sheepfold and yurt."

"Deputy company commander, you follow Uncle Xidu to register, and you must help the injured in time."

"Now the four platoons are divided into four directions, and they set off at the same time to carry out rescue work from house to house," Speaking of this, Lao Liu turned his head and said to Uncle Xidu: "Uncle, can you take a few people in the town to guide us, we don't know the road." ”

"Company Commander Liu, don't worry, this matter is on us."

After the two of them finished speaking, Lao Liu waved his hand, and the officers and soldiers of the four platoons began to disperse and rushed to their respective posts.

Uncle Xidu glanced around, pointed out four big men, and asked them to guide the officers and soldiers of the army.

The guide for Zhang Junbao's fourth row was none other than Wusi, who had a relationship at the Naadam Conference.

"Ha, squad leader Geng, Bo Keqing, you're all here."

When Wu Si saw his old acquaintance, he immediately smiled and stepped forward to say hello, Lao Geng and Zhang Junbao smiled and nodded at him, which was regarded as a hello.

"Hey, Bokeqing, where's the GI?"

Us's eyes searched around the four rows, but he didn't see the figure of the GI, and there was some curiosity and some disappointment in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Junbao couldn't help but smile bitterly, this guy is really a battle maniac, very similar to Lao Ye.

"Us, GI, he's going home."

"What?" Us's eyes widened, as if he didn't believe it.

"Okay, Us, Junbao didn't lie to you, now let's save people first, after all, we are still waiting for you to lead the way."

Lao Geng walked to Wusi's side, took his arm and walked to the front of the group, where Tang Long was waiting for him with a smile.

Zhang Junbao followed the team, and as far as the eye could see, there was a large dark scenery all around.

Occasionally, a few lights could be seen flickering, and it was the officers and soldiers of other squads and platoons searching the road in the distance.

"Everyone pay attention to their feet, and in case of danger, they must shout for help in time."

"Yes!"

Tang Long and Wusi led the team in front, and a group of people did not dare to go too scattered, so they could only line up in two columns to advance.

The speed was slow, and for the first time, Zhang Junbao felt that real disaster relief was not as simple as what he saw on TV.

Heavy snow covered the road, the vast grassland could not distinguish between east and west, north and south, and it was inevitable that there were a few rabbit holes and grass nests hidden in the ditches and ditches.

In such a bad weather environment, once injured, it will add a hardship to the large army.

Perhaps many people thought of this, so the officers and soldiers all frowned, and they were not very excited.

The small town of Chahar is said to be a town, but it is not the same as the villages and towns in the northern countryside.

The people here are far away, and some herders will live alone in the grasslands away from the crowds, and in the event of a snowstorm, these people will be the biggest problem.

Opening roads, clearing snow, and rescuing trapped people and property all require officers and soldiers to complete with their hands.

"Platoon Commander Tang, let's start here."

Uss pointed to a thick layer of snow, which made the officers and soldiers of the fourth platoon a little confused.

"The sheepfold here has collapsed, so there is no light, and this is Uncle Bayar's house."

Following Uss's instructions, the officers and men of the fourth platoon understood what the collapsed sheepfold looked like.

The thick snow had covered the sheepfold itself, and when Uncle Bayar's family heard that the People's Liberation Army was coming, they walked out of the felt tent with shovels and other tools.

When herders are affected, they must not only wait for help, but also learn to save themselves.

"Get to work!"

With Tang Long roaring, he was the first to rush into the collapsed sheepfold, followed by the officers and soldiers of the fourth platoon.

The snow was quickly cleared, the collapsed sheepfold was unfolded, the arm-thick stake had been broken in two, and the lambs in the sheepfold were buried underneath and had frozen into popsicles.

"Whew!"

Xiaobai followed behind Zhang Junbao, looking eager to try, obviously this foodie was eyeing those frozen lambs.

For wolves, as long as it is a lamb that can be eaten, it is delicious, so Xiaobai can't refuse this temptation.

Hearing the wolf howl, Uncle Bayar's family was startled, and after Zhang Junbao explained it to them, Uncle Bayar smiled and praised Xiaobai.

"You wait," muttered Uncle Bayar, turning and walking into the yurt.

After a while, he came out again, holding a large piece of steaming lamb chops in his hand.

"Here you go, let Xiaobai eat it, the little guy has worked hard."

"Uncle Bayar, we can't take your things." Zhang Junbao smiled and refused Uncle Bayar's kindness, although he was also a little reluctant, he still pulled Xiaobai to the side.

"Hey, you young man," Uncle Bayar was a little anxious, and when he saw Zhang Junbao avoiding him, he ran in front of Tang Long, "Platoon Commander Tang, why don't your soldiers accept my kindness." ”

As he spoke, Uncle Bayar raised the mutton in his hand and pointed at Zhang Junbao at the same time.

"Uncle, what we should do when we participate in the disaster relief studio is our obligation and responsibility as soldiers, as for your kindness, we understand it, but we also have discipline, I hope you can understand us."

"But ......," said Uncle Bayar, who was still a little anxious, and at last there was really no way out, so he put on an angry look, and raised his hand to throw away the mutton.

"If you don't eat it, then I'll throw it away, you deserve it, why don't you want it?"

"Uncle, we are really disciplined and can't just take your things."

"It's not for you, it's for the little wolf."

Uncle Bayar took advantage of the loophole, Tang Long was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Okay, let's not take it as an example." ”

"No problem."

The somewhat cunning Uncle Bayar walked in front of Zhang Junbao with mutton, and then bowed his head and said to Xiaobai: "Little guy, it's yours." ”

After speaking, he directly stuffed the mutton to Zhang Junbao, turned around and left.

"Uncle with personality," Zhang Junbao muttered, bent down and fed Xiaobai with the mutton in his hand, watching Xiaobai eat "chirp, chirp", with a happy look, he couldn't help touching the little guy's head.

If you have meat, you will have enough to do everything, what a simple life.

"Eat slowly, drink some water."

As he spoke, Zhang Junbao picked up a smashed and deformed small basin from the ground, presumably for feeding sheep, then opened his kettle, poured out some water, and handed it to Xiaobai.

The hot water poured when you went out is now cold, and maybe after a long time, it can freeze into ice cubes.

The snow in the sky was still falling, as if there was no end, but the officers and soldiers of the army were standing in the snow and fighting against the sky.

Race against time, maybe one step faster, you can save one more life.