"Gonglong..."

In the ruins, a huge beam about four meters long, about 75 centimeters wide, and about twenty or thirty centimeters thick brought up a piece of rubble pressed on top to form a large pit.

At the moment when the beam was in the air, Fang Huai rolled on the spot, went directly into the pit, buried himself, found a relatively flat stone slab, and stood on the life-saving top rod to ensure that even if the beam broke and fell, there was something to hold onto, and the children below deserved life.

The gray stones on his head were scattered, and he couldn't look up, and Fang Huai couldn't help but close his eyes, waiting for that moment.

However, there was no movement for a long time.

I just feel like it's getting dark.

When Fang Huai looked up again, the light around him couldn't shine an inch, and the top of the pit was firmly wrapped by dozens of people, and hundreds of hands were scrambling to be under the beam.

Around him, many people also jumped down, standing upright, holding the beam.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" The major shouted at the crane.

A PLA soldier next to him used all his strength to support the girder, and smiled at him with difficulty:

"Brother, how can you hold on alone? And us! ”

"Yes, and us!"

There were sounds of photographs around, and reporters with trembling voices.

"It's BJ time, at 8:08, the rescue has a new life, under this big stone slab, is the life of a child, a beam is lifted, it is dozens of lovely soldiers who are desperate, they use their bodies to support this beam in order to prevent the beam from breaking! They are the hope of life and the backbone of the nation! ”

The voice of the reporter, with the hope of life, is transmitted to every corner of the land of China through the medium of live news broadcast equipment.

Loyalty in times of crisis.

Countless people will shed tears for them.

Fang Huai held back his tears, slowly stood up, and straightened the police badge on his helmet.

The girder did not break.

As the soldiers moved away step by step with the girder, the light unfolded, and everyone saw that under the beam, there was a cement slab that had broken half of its side.

It can already be seen that below, is a podium.

"Come, lift up!" Fang Huai stretched out his hand and grabbed the cement slab that still had a lot of bricks and gravel.

Several warriors in the pit stretched out their hands in unison.

"One, two, up!"

This cement slab is also very heavy.

But there was no frightening girder, and the weight of hundreds of catties was carefully lifted and moved away by several trained warriors with their bare hands.

The scene under the cement slab made everyone stunned.

The people who kept rushing back around were a little sluggish when they saw this scene.

A middle-aged man with the back of his head smashed and deformed, sunken, with his arms outstretched, lying on the silver-gray podium, his head slightly sideways, the glasses on his face, there was still a shelf left, and the blue and white shirt on his body also had deep traces of cement slab oppression.

Dark red blood stains were scattered on the podium, half covered by yellow dust, but still conspicuous.

Fang Huai bowed down, and it was not the two children curled up under the podium.

It's four.

Everyone's body is still intact, except for a girl with blood stains on her pants, as if she has been cut by some sharp object.

That figure firmly protected the entire podium and the young students under the podium.

Everyone's throats were swallowing saliva, quietly watching this scene, nervous and warm, and there was actually a cold rescue scene.

"It's Mr. Tan! The teacher of the first class of the second year of high school! ”

"That's right! That dress... Director Tan, it's Director Tan! ”

The surrounding residents, some of whom were still far away, actually recognized this teacher by a piece of clothing and a figure.

It is enough to show how deeply rooted this teacher is in the hearts of the people.

A woman's cry suddenly resounded in the surrounding world.

"Qianqiu, Qianqiu ......"

A bespectacled woman with a child in her arms crossed the separation line and ran to sit weakly on the rubble next to her.

A young warrior next to him, with red eyes, stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and probed his nose with hope.

But feeling the coolness and silence, he quickly retracted his hand, looked at the major above with a frightened expression, as if he had made a mistake, and said tremblingly:

"No... Nope. ”

In fact, everyone already knows that people are gone.

Because of the depression in the back of his head, more than one place, he was obviously injured more than once, and his whole body was still under this heavy cement slab, which was pressed for a full 30 hours.

There were some traces of facial movement on the table, which were moved towards the injured female student.

There, there was a trailing trail of blood.

When Fang Huai saw the four students below, he actually knew who this Teacher Tan was.

Tan Qianqiu.

He had heard of the name and knew his story, but there were many heroic teachers at that time, and he didn't know which earthquake area this one was.

Now, it is so alive in front of him.

He heard from his students that the girl under the table had been stabbed, and that he had already suffered a brain injury, but he still spoke out to comfort the students, tell them not to scream, cause panic among others, conserve their strength, and persist in living.

Before he died, he still insisted and gave the last lesson to the four students under him.

Some people say that these words are false, and that children want to portray the great image of their teachers, and some people say that China at that time needed heroes.

But Fang Huai looked at the trailing blood in front of him, and he already firmly believed in his heart that this was true.

In the hours he had just received, he had heard from nearby residents that standing upstairs, the earthquake began to shake slightly, for about seven or eight seconds, and only after that, there was a violent tremor.

The school started at two o'clock, and at two o'clock at 2:28, the teacher was lecturing, occupying the vantage point at the door, and did not run outside, but used this time to collect four students under the podium, and then put on such a posture to protect the students.

And that posture means that he is willing to use his flesh and blood body to live these children with the belief that they will die.

The warriors were silently watching this scene.

Around, there were many people outside the isolation line who also ran to high places, reached their feet, and saw Teacher Tan's movements clearly.

"Teacher Tan protected several students."

"Teacher Tan, righteousness!"

"My doll also read his class in the first year of high school, hey, such a good teacher, he didn't run out!"

A man in his thirties and forties, in tears, argued loudly for him:

"Teacher Tan is the first batch of college students after the resumption of the college entrance examination! How precious were college students back then? What good job can't you find? Ran to us to be a teacher, more than 20 years, don't say these dolls, we are all his students, how much he loves students, we know! I usually have to pick up a stone that stumbles, for fear of hurting students, how can I run in a big trouble? ”

The people around him are telling his story.

And the fighters, what they saw was only this scene in front of them.

This scene is great enough.

The Major approached the figure, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

He turned his head, looked at the warriors around him, then turned back and exclaimed:

"Salute!!"

More than 200 right hands, raised in unison, and more than 200 military salutes, firmly fixed on this rescue scene.

Nearby residents are also bowing and saluting.

Such a teacher,

A filming crew wanted to take a photo of Tan Qianqiu's body, but was stopped by a reporter.

"Heroic remains, stop shooting."

The film crew sighed, nodded, changed the angle, and filmed the salute of the soldiers around them.

That moment doesn't need to be photographed, it can be firmly remembered in everyone's hearts.

A few hours later, everyone picked up the broken blackboard not far from Tan Qianqiu.

Stitched together, the words are vaguely visible on it, white chalk, and the title of yesterday's lesson is impressively written.

"The Value of Life".

Where is the value of life? What is the value geometry?

He, apparently, has found that at the last moment of his life, he was teaching this lesson to his children.

……

Forty-second hour.

May 14, AM, 7:45.

Everyone's struggle has entered the dawn.

This morning's slogan has changed from "golden 48 hours" to "golden 72 hours".

In the future, it may become the "golden seven days", "168 hours limit", or "240 hours limit".

People under the rubble may move, may come into contact with water sources, and may survive for more than ten days as long as they have the opportunity to consume energy.

As long as there is a glimmer of life, it is the golden time.

Cao Yi carried two bags of freshly fried fritters and a hot bag of milk into the scene of Hanwang Middle School.

Some of the fighters were digging in, and some were sleeping around a tent that had been set up.

glanced around, and found Fang Huai, who had just come out of a ruined tunnel, and immediately shouted:

"Fang Huai, why haven't you slept yet? Go and take a break! ”

Yesterday, firefighters were everywhere to the rescue, and most of them held out until four or five in the morning.

But this is high-intensity work, not only wasted physical strength, but also brainpower, even Cao Yi, who shouted that he had no time to sleep, couldn't stand it anymore, leaned against his brothers at six o'clock in the morning, and took a nap for almost two hours, until the command called them to have breakfast, only to wake up suddenly like a cockfight, remembering Fang Huai, who was still at school and didn't eat dinner yesterday.

When Fang Huai saw Cao Yi, he wiped his hands with some excitement on his face and said:

"Director Cao, here, rescued three last night! Yesterday one day, ten living children came out!

Milk, how many servings of milk? This child will be rescued in no time! Good spirits!

And I heard the voice below! Someone is still one level below the ground! When the earthquake came, the ground cracked, and the first and second floors should have been shaken below!

They had oxygen there, someone had their hands crushed, and a girl was actually cheering him on!

The space below is very solid, and even the four aftershocks last night were not affected, so we will definitely be able to save it!

Three kids! There are three more! ”

Fang Huai said, took the fritters and milk, and the fritters took a bite, but the milk didn't move, and held it warm in his hand, ready to send it to the child who was blocked by the steel pipe in the pit.

The child's face was pressed, but fortunately, the milk must be able to drink a little.

Yesterday, I encouraged each other a few times with him, and I was very strong.

The child's whisper, to this day, still echoes in his ears.

"Uncle, you take it slowly, I can hold it."

"Uncle, I want to drink a little sweet water just now, I can still last a long time after drinking it."

"Uncle, I heard someone outside say that someone came out, I'm fine, go quickly, save the others first."

He supported the child's faith, and that child didn't support his faith.

"Let's go after eating, take a break, and conserve your strength!" Cao Yi didn't know what kind of excitement Fang Huai received, looking at his excited appearance, he couldn't help but remind loudly.

Fang Huai waved his hand, leaving him with a back.

"Help me get three more tubes of glucose!"

(Chapter 3, 12 points)

(End of chapter)