Zhu Ding, of course, did not fall asleep, and it was impossible to sleep. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was in that corner where everyone was looking, in the sturdy arms of Old Man Fang, trembling, he was afraid, really afraid.

In life, there has never been fear.

It was a horror that befell him in an instant after extreme calm, and after suddenly exerting all his means.

Two extreme emotions, unbuffered, replaced each other in his exhausted mind.

The stone henge that he made the soldiers place seemingly irregularly is actually complicated that even everyone can hardly understand, not only to ensure that it can smoothly pull the direction of the water to form a whirlpool, and to wash the city wall that the giant oars have brought down by the hydraulic power to form a hill slightly higher than the waves that have accumulated to the apex, but also to ensure that these fragments of the city wall that have been blown up and collapsed can resist the huge force of the waves without deformation.

All of this is extremely laborious, often requires complex calculations, terrain surveys, and precise layouts before daring to carry out experiments, and there are some small errors, which cannot have such an effect.

That's right, it's just an experiment, such a method has never been applied and implemented, it only exists in the tutor's office when Zhu Ding was in college, in the already tattered notebook, and only a few miniature experiments that are not failures but have not succeeded.

The conditions to ensure the success of this method are too harsh.

But in that situation just now, Zhu Ding could only gamble, and if he succeeded, he could save some more lives, but if he failed, it was just a waste of time.

Huge waves can provide enough water pressure, relatively narrow gaps can rush at enough speed, and under the turbulence that is itself prone to whirlpools, the placement of stone marks to guide the rapids in a favorable direction becomes the driving force for carrying and even building rock barriers, which is all the theory in the notebook, which is already on the verge of falling apart.

It seems simple, but it took a whole decade for a scholar to give up, and finally he had to give up because he was not taken seriously and his savings were exhausted.

Harnessing the power of nature with minimal materials and costs is often seen as a fantasy by those in power, but it is also common knowledge in academia that miniature experiments and field use are almost two different things.

This is a theory that has been characterized as impossible to succeed, however, Zhu Ding has done it.

Originally, he should at least be happy that the inheritance of the next generation for himself and for his mentor has been realized in another time and space, and the research results of his predecessors who were rejected by the whole world have been put into reality by himself, and he should indeed be happy.

However, Zhu Ding only has fear now, and he himself can't explain the unexplained fear.

The anger of the sea, he saw for the first time, the corpses rolling in the sea or the people who were still struggling desperately but could not escape death in the end gave him too much shock, and he forced all his energy to deal with the broken wall of the city wall where he was directing the soldiers, but he could still hear the cries for help and the screams of babies and children, and the desire to survive and the helpless despair brought out by those voices that were like nothing.

He had never felt like this, he had never seen a scene that was as strong as a piece of paper under the wrath of nature, even a large city like Mingzhou.

For the first time, he saw that human beings were so weak and so at their mercy.

Even if there are countless news about disasters in later generations, people who do not have the so-called empathy and experience them will never be able to understand the helplessness of people in the midst of disasters.

Therefore, after he did what he could do, he felt fear, fear that seeped into his bone marrow, and in the torrent, he saw many familiar faces, including his neighbor, the young man who was about to get married, who was smiling and simple, that was a good carpenter, a good person, in order to repay the old man Fang for not knowing whether it was useful or useless, he could even sleep up and make a rocking chair for the old man Zhu Ding.

Zhu Ding has seen a lot of such familiar faces, but today, they are like ants.

And Zhu Ding is just a lucky ant.

He has died many times, so he is very afraid of death, he is afraid of facing the unknown and the beginning of a short story, he does not dare to integrate feelings into it, especially in this life to find the hope of longevity, and after the initial conditioning of the wise, he has a life span that he did not dare to imagine before, he is especially afraid of death.

If he hadn't gone to rob Guo Xi out of the house tonight, if he was still at home tonight, still in Jinyiwei Prison, or would he have been one of those people struggling to survive in the monstrous waves, or would have been simply shattered by the waves and broken wood.

No matter what their identity is, they all look pale and powerless under such a disaster, and they all have to face the judgment of fate.

People shouldn't live like this, at least, they shouldn't live like ants.

After the silence after the cheers, Zhu Ding opened his eyes and saw those eyes of awe, and then he waved his hand tiredly, stirred his throat, and said hoarsely: "Catch people, save the last one; Also, please give me a glass of water. ”

Zhu Ding's voice was very small, and the sound of the surging water was almost inaudible, but almost everyone present really heard his words clearly.

His words were heard clearly, and he, who had been regarded as a man of God by the soldiers, said such a down-to-earth sentence that made these soldiers stunned for a while, and then, I don't know who took the lead, there was another burst of cheers, and they began to chant a name.

This name made Zhu Ding tilt his head a little inexplicably and look at one of his best classmates. Hui Zu was dazed and ashamed for a while.

They shouted for a while: "Little grandpa, little grandpa, little grandpa......"

Among the more than 100 soldiers, there is not only one "smart person" Zhang Sanyu.

Without Zhu Ding opening his mouth again, the rescue work proceeded in an orderly manner, and the bodies were soaked in the water, and the soldiers standing on two small hills were salvaged with simple nets made of ropes like fish in the big waves, and they either shivered or never made a sound again.

Zhu Ding held the hot water from the marching pot, and took small sips, he closed his eyes, he didn't dare to look.

Compared with the rescue in the disaster, in fact, he is more willing to go to the battlefield where he can fight constantly, where killing people can be justified and death can be justified, but in the disaster, there is only unclear and attachment to life, and Zhu Ding even has the illusion of being wrapped in a strong resentment.

He was even more afraid of seeing people he knew and being salvaged, but he could no longer open his eyes, never move again, never frolic with Zhu Ding again, and no longer shout for him to cook, but became a dead meat with no intelligence.

And at this time, he realized that what he was most concerned about and worried about was not Xu Xiangkun and his wife, not Guo Xi, who was like his lover for several lifetimes, but the chubby but extremely smart Chu Zhongtian.

"Well, am I coming out of the closet?"