The platoon leader of the second company was Xiong Mingyang, a student at Fudan Public School who had instigated an opposition movement against Chen Ke at the school. He also participated in the shooting with the patrol in Shanghai*. After being rescued by Chen Ke from the patrol room, he followed Hua Xiongmao to Anhui first. Later, he participated in the military training conducted by the People's Party in Anqing, and because of his outstanding performance, he was selected as a platoon commander. After the convoy arrived at Fengtai tonight, Xiong Mingyang was ordered to lead a platoon to guard the ships. The young platoon commander was not happy in his heart.

Xiong Mingyang has a fierce nature and has great anger towards the dark reality of this era. As a young man, Xiong Mingyang, like everyone else, has a firm belief in the use of drastic means to clean up the world. However, among these thoughts, Xiong Mingyang is a leader, directing his subordinates to work, and after starting to work in Fengtai, this young man no longer has enough strength to think about this kind of thing. The imaginary revolution full of pride and vigor immediately loses the romantic color of fantasy in the face of real work.

After accepting the task of guarding the ship, Xiong Mingyang was a little slanderous. Everyone came by boat together, why did a platoon have to be responsible for guarding the ship overnight. Of course, according to custom, there will be shifts off these jobs, and tonight there will be a platoon to guard the docks, and tomorrow it will be the turn of the other troops. And this time, when cleaning the ships and docks, the first platoon did not undertake these tasks.

The official university crushed people to death, Xiong Mingyang thought in his heart. Although the organizational structure of the insurance regiment is already an equality that Xiong Mingyang has never seen, it is an equality for soldiers, not for party members and cadres. Party members and cadres must assume more responsibilities and obligations. This is something that Chen Ke repeatedly emphasized at party meetings. As the leaders and initiators of the revolution, Party members must assume more responsibilities and obligations. Xiong Mingyang understood in his heart, but when it was his turn to do these hard work, there was always an indescribable sense of resistance in his heart.

"Platoon commander, how are we going to eat?" Yuji Ogawa, the life officer in the platoon, asked in a very stiff Mandarin. Seven young Japanese students joined the People's Party, and Chen Ke assigned positions according to their abilities, regardless of whether they were party members or not. Yuji Ogawa's family runs a restaurant, and he studied medicine, so he was assigned to the position of life officer. In addition to cooking work such as burying pots and making meals, this life officer is also responsible for sanitation and epidemic prevention.

"Let's arrange the toilet first." Xiong Mingyang replied completely subconsciously in accordance with the temporary military regulations.

After the flood, there was a plague, which Chen Ke repeatedly emphasized and emphasized at party member meetings. Moreover, there are many floods in Anhui, and the soldiers from the local area also have enough understanding. Therefore, health security is one of the key points that the insurance group has been strictly grasping in the near future.

"There are already toilets on the docks." Yuji Ogawa replied.

This answer surprised Xiong Mingyang a little. Ogawa Yuji's next answer surprised Xiong Mingyang even more. "There is already running water in the house."

Tap water is something that Xiong Mingyang has only seen after arriving in Shanghai, and he really didn't expect that there is tap water on the dock. "Let's go, let's see." Xiong Mingyang replied excitedly.

On the empty pier stood a newly built house, the brick walls were not painted at all, and it looked extremely shabby. But Xiong Mingyang will definitely not underestimate it in the slightest. He still remembers the first time he saw the pier.

This time Anhui flooded, Fengtai County was also flooded. At least this pier and the surrounding area have been soaked in the water for a month. After Xiong Mingyang followed the troops to the shore, he couldn't see any sign of the dock at all. There is nothing to see here but an ocean. But the BJP had to have a reliable dock to deliver supplies, and Chen Ke personally led a group of students and experienced construction workers under Yuwen Batu to devise a plan.

The crowd first barely collected enough straw bags through various channels, and made some of them themselves. It was loaded with soil and piled on the shore. Xiong Mingyang's place of work was not far from the shore, and he led his platoon to work hard. Occasionally looking at the straw bags piled higher and higher, Xiong Mingyang couldn't understand what he was doing with these things at all. Farther away, a dozen BJP members with ropes wrapped around their waists to prevent them from being swept away by the current, one by one, took poles and measured the depth of the water everywhere in the water.

A few hundred people in the army, plus a few hundred who had fled, worked hard for two days, and finally piled up thousands of straw bags. These bulging straw bags were piled up like hills on the shore. Xiong Mingyang can be regarded as a person who began to travel south and north at a young age, and he can be regarded as having gone to college, he probably understood what Chen Ke meant. But understanding is not the same as acceptance, under such an endless water, Chen Ke is ready to use these straw bags filled with soil and sand to fill in the wharf where it can be used. What a scale of such labor? At that time, the People's Party's insurance regiment was only more than 400 people, and the heavy rain that could not see the edge was still falling for dozens of miles, and the sky had not been sunny for more than a month. Every day is a dim sky. The wind carried the rain and made all kinds of water marks on the endless water. Even if a pier is filled in now, what if the water rises higher? Do you want to fill it in again?

Chen Ke's attitude was exactly what Xiong Mingyang thought. After the straw bags were almost ready, Chen Ke ordered the troops to take a break. Ate and rested for a while. The work began. More than 400 strong guys, two people carrying a bag. Under the guidance of the engineering staff, they began to fill the water with bags from the shore. One by one, the bags were thrown into the water, only to make a splash, and in the blink of an eye, the bags were nowhere to be seen. The comrades still had enough strength at first, and the straw bag was close to the shore, but after a few minutes, after the straw bag was thrown, it no longer sank to the bottom, but splashed a large splash, and after sinking, one or two corners were exposed to the water. After another minute, the thrown straw bag was already half-submerged in water.

"Keep throwing forward. Throw forward. Chen Ke's loud voice came from the wind and rain. Xiong Mingyang wiped a handful of the rain from his face, and then lifted the sandbag and leaned forward with the soldiers beside him. As soon as I stepped on the sandbag, I felt that my feet were empty and I almost slipped. Xiong Mingyang couldn't care so much, he and the warrior took a few steps forward, shook the bag back and forth a few times, shouted one, two, three, and threw the bag out of his hand. Just like the beginning, the bag flew into the water and disappeared in an instant.

And so on and so forth. Except for the instructors who stood in the water like a tower with a pole, everyone was working hard. Behind them, there were actually some idlers watching, and they all stood far away. I think I was afraid that I would be snatched away from this side to work. Although in the wind and rain, Xiong Mingyang also heard those people in the distance actually laughing, and some people even blew their whistles. A rare look that looks very satisfying.

Xiong Mingyang is so angry in his heart. Lao Tzu has worked so hard, and in the end, it is not you bastards who will benefit. Not only did these people not come to help, but they were still watching the fun. It seems that it is not only Xiong Mingyang who is angry, many soldiers have the same emotion, many people have slowed down their work, and some people even stopped their work and turned their heads to look at the places where those idlers were.

Xiong Mingyang scolded secretly in his heart: The ancestors are staggered. But he is also a platoon commander anyway, and he has gradually developed the habit of obeying orders these days. At this moment, I heard a burst of laughter among the idlers. But I heard someone shouting in a strange voice: "Look at what you see! Don't hurry up and get to work. With this shout, a louder burst of laughter erupted among the idlers.

"Your mother!" Some fighters have already begun to curse back.

"What's it called, hurry up and get to work." A roar of rage instantly suppressed the other warriors who were about to follow and curse back. I saw Chen Kezheng striding over. The others carried a bag in two, and Chen Ke alone carried a bag full of sand on his left and right shoulders. Since everyone had to brave the rain, they simply didn't wear their shirts. Chen Ke's plump muscles were tense, and it seemed that he had used all his strength.

"Battalion commander, those people are too annoying." A soldier said angrily.

"Do you listen to the organization, or do you listen to them?" Chen Ke roared. His handsome square face was full of anger, but in such a labor background, it looked extremely pleasing to the eye.

"Listen to the organization." The warrior replied subconsciously.

"Then don't care what those people are calling, work!" After Chen Ke finished yelling, he continued to walk forward, and when he reached the water's edge, he struggled to throw the bag on his shoulder. Then he turned and went to the place where the bags had been piled up on the shore.

Although there were thousands of reluctances in their hearts, when the soldiers saw Chen Ke's efforts, they could only stare at the idlers in the distance with hatred, and then continue to work.

Two days of preparation, more than four hours of fighting in the rain. The insurance team built a new pier out of straw bags filled with sand on the flooded pier. Although the pier is not large, it is large enough for boats, especially large ships, to safely dock on the "new pier".

And the dock that Xiong Mingyang sees now is the old dock. After the water receded, the old pier was completely exposed. And at the end of the old pier is the temporary station of the newly built insurance regiment.

Walking into the station, Yuji Ogawa took Xiong Mingyang into a separate room. Xiong Mingyang has seen this kind of room, and there is such a room in the dormitory of Renxin Medical College in Shanghai. It is a water house. A large pool with two drains on top. These faucets are made of bamboo, which is very rudimentary. But twisted the faucet. A stream of clear water gushed out. Xiong Mingyang took a few sips from the faucet. The water quality is very pure. There was no muddy smell at all. These days, after drinking a lot of water, the kind of water mixed with the smell of mud.

The flood has inundated water sources everywhere, and according to the knowledge of the insurance group, it is believed that the water source has been polluted. Although everyone drinks boiled water, and the water is filtered when it is taken out. But the water tasted terrible. Suddenly drinking such pure water, Xiong Mingyang only felt refreshed. He hurriedly asked Yuji Ogawa, "Where did the water come from?" ”