That night, the reconnaissance company and the teaching brigade gathered together and added a pork fried pumpkin for dinner. Due to the arrival of Deputy Chief of Staff Cui Gaoyi, the two old enemy units gathered together and crowded into the temporary canopy built by the teaching brigade to eat.

In those days, it was raining heavily, and the sky was never sunny again.

Zhuang Yan still follows the veterans to the beach every day to learn the subjects of swimming and tidal flat tactics, etc. Unlike on land, at the seaside, even the tactical movements have to be revisited to get used to the special terrain here.

The navy's ship brigade sent a lot of landing craft to cooperate with the entire division to conduct subject drills for landing operations.

For the first time in his life, Zhuang Yan saw so many tanks, and it was also the first time he rode a landing craft.

Of course, like any previous military subject, the initial freshness and excitement were quickly exhausted by repeated high-intensity training, replaced by endless exhaustion.

The skin on Zhuang Yan's body has been peeled off twice, but the good thing is that his swimming subjects have improved a lot.

The first five-kilometer armed swim, Zhuang Yan swam for four hours, but still did not dock, and finally got a cramp and was sent to the assault boat.

After today's training, at least he can swim in about three and a half hours.

Swimming is a highly skilled subject. As long as you have the basic physical fitness, the rest is how to learn the most labor-saving and fastest swimming style, how to learn to avoid various waves and undercurrents in the sea, and know when to slow down. Instead of trying to swim forward all the time and exhausting your stamina.

This summer in early August, Zhuang Yan wrote a letter to his family at the sea training ground, briefly stating that he had learned to swim now, and then at the end of the letter, he still wrote "Mom and Dad, I love you".

However, what no one thought was that when Zhuang Yan and his troops were conducting sea training on the seaside in the south, a disaster was quietly approaching this ancient country.

It was still raining that night.

In the temporary tent of the brigade headquarters, Wen Zhixing and three squadron leaders including Zhou Huping, Liu Jianwei, and Li Bin were sitting on the Maza next to them, drinking tea with a hot tea jar.

"This ghost weather, it rains every day, it's really annoying!" Liu Jianwei said.

Zhou Huping held a local newspaper, looked over and over, and said thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, the newspaper said that there were floods everywhere in the past few days. A few days ago, the Jiujiang side broke..."

Wen Zhixing held the teacup, took a sip, and said, "Instructor Wang called me the day before yesterday, and he said that his hometown is now full of flood rescue teams organized by local troops and cadres and masses, and even himself. Volunteered to help."

Wang Chenglin's hometown is in northern Hubei Province. He is going to change jobs at the end of the year, so he went back to visit his home first. It is said that his wife asked him to go back to contact the work unit, so he did not participate in the sea training.

"I heard that the fourth peak is coming soon. This time it is more violent than the previous three, 63,200 cubic meters per second..." Zhou Huping looked away from the newspaper and looked at Wen Zhixing: "I remember that Teacher Wang's hometown seems to be On the edge of the Yangtze River, I don't know if he is okay."

Wen Zhixing still stared at the front, holding the teapot in his hand and drinking tea slowly, and said slowly: "It's okay, this old man..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Wen Zhixing glanced at the people present, and everyone had an ominous feeling in their hearts.

Finally, Wen Zhixing walked over and grabbed the microphone.

"Hey, this is the teaching team..."

this evening.

Zhuang Yan and his comrades were listening to the pattering rain in the tent, talking about their ideals in life, and when they forced others to share photos of their subjects, a rapid whistle sounded throughout the temporary camp.

"Emergency assembly!"

"Wouldn't it be the strong wind and rain that would pull us out to sea for training?"

"Just do it, I haven't tried sea training at night, it's fun!"

...

Everyone quickly put on their camouflage uniforms, put on their hats and rushed out of the tent to gather.

When we got outside, the icy rain quickly drenched the person thoroughly.

Zhuang Yan suddenly discovered that it was not a unit in the teaching brigade that was blowing the emergency muster whistle, but the entire huge sea training ground and all nearby units were blowing.

Something happened! ?

Zhuang Yan realized that the entire division directly under the team was urgently united.

It certainly won't be trivial.

"From now on, immediately dismantle the barracks, pack up the backpacks and daily necessities, and return all the weapons, tactical vests, gas masks and other combat supplies to the brigade headquarters for safekeeping, and take out all the shovels for engineers. Each squad, everyone must have one. After each squadron dismantles the temporary tents, packs them and puts them in place, and people from the logistics force will come to collect them and hand them over to them."

Standing in front of all the students in the brigade, Wen Zhixing's camouflage hat was hung like a rain curtain like a roof, and his hands were constantly pressing in the air, emphasizing every word he said.

"Bring your raincoats and raincloths and other necessities, make sure you can't miss them, and then stand by where you are. After four hours, a car will come to pick you up. Each squadron strengthens the connection with the brigade headquarters and boarded the vehicle according to the established plan! "

It was just a brief speech, but Zhuang Yan could already hear the tense atmosphere.

Without weapons, this is certainly not a military mission.

Recently, TV news has always said that all parts of the country, including the Yangtze River and the Nenjiang River, have suffered a flood that has not been seen in a century, and rescue and disaster relief are everywhere.

Is it because of this?

"Big mouth, do you think we are going to fight the flood this time?"

After disbanding, he returned to his camp, and Zhuang Yan asked Wang Dazui while stuffing the quilt, raincoat, raincoat, etc. into his rucksack.

Wang Dazui shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I think 80% of it is."

Xu Xingguo said: "I think it is absolutely true that people from my hometown have sent a letter. Although we prey on the Yangtze River, there are relatives on the Jiujiang River. It is said that the atmosphere is very tense, and the whole city is mobilized to fight the flood."

Soon, the temporary barracks and tents of the entire brigade were all dismantled.

Zhuang Yan and the others were taken to an open space by the road nearby, sitting on their rucksacks in raincoats, waiting for the bus.

There was a tense atmosphere on the road at this time, green military vehicles were shuttled everywhere, and I didn't know where to go.

Soon, the reconnaissance battalion was also brought to this clearing.

A dark crowd of soldiers waited silently in the rain.

No one knows where to go, and maybe some soldiers can guess the general reason in their hearts.

Flood relief?

Before Zhuang Yan had no concept of these four words.

He didn't even know what to do when he went there.

The cadres and district leaders of the squadron were the busiest. They were constantly called over to hold small meetings, and then arranged the number of vehicles and the order of rides.

In less than an hour, a long car appeared on the road and slowly stopped on the shoulder of the road~lightnovelpub.net~ Everyone should listen to the password, wait for your squad leader to let you board any car, then get on what a car! Don't worry, don't get into the wrong car! "

Zhou Huping, the squad leader on duty, held an electric horn in his hand, and kept shouting from the head of the convoy to the end of the convoy.

Soon, starting from the first squadron, one truck in each division, and soon all the vehicles were loaded.

The car drove slowly along the road. When passing through the town, I solemnly found that the entire division was already moving. There were soldiers everywhere who had assembled and waiting to board the car, and cadres were running around constantly. Occasionally a 212 The jeep whistled past the convoy and disappeared into the darkness.

Many residents of the town stuck their heads out of their private buildings and kept looking at the side, wondering how the soldiers of this army could just leave in the middle of the night.

In less than three hours, the town regained its tranquility, as if these thousands of soldiers had never appeared here.

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