Sea training ground, where the division hospital is stationed.

"Yang Mei, look for your fellow!" Female soldier Deng Ting ran into the tent and blinked at Yang Mei who was packing her things, while saying meaningfully, "It's the one who was hospitalized last time."

"Zhang Jian?" Yang Mei glanced outside the tent in surprise.

"Yes, yes, that's Zhang Jian, the one who broke his leg." Deng Ting looked at Yang Mei with a smile and asked, "Yang Mei, be careful, don't violate discipline!"

There is something in the words.

Yang Mei's pretty face blushed, and she pouted the soldier and said, "You little girl! What nonsense! That's my classmate and my mother's student. If you talk nonsense again, I won't tear your mouth off!"

"You say yes!" Deng Ting rolled her eyes strangely, "Anyway, you are a veteran, you have the final say."

Yang Mei pointed to the outside of the tent and asked, "Is he outside?"

"Yes, under the tree, standing like a fool, I let him in, he didn't dare, let you out."

Yang Mei thought about it, turned her head and ran out.

Deng Ting sat on the small bench and watched Yang Mei disappear outside the tent. She laughed and said to herself, "Don't go out if you can..."

It's still raining.

The old confused Zhang Jian stood under the big tree, and he was a little worried about whether he would be struck by lightning. After all, standing under the big tree was not a good choice when it was raining and thundering.

But it's raining too much outside, and it's obviously not a good choice to talk about things there.

Besides, standing under a tree is less noticeable.

Now everyone is busy evacuating, he must hurry.

"Zhang Jian, why are you here?" Yang Mei, wearing a raincoat, trotted under the tree all the way to the old confused face, "Shouldn't you be ready to evacuate?"

"I sneaked out quietly, and I'll go back right away." The old man hesitated and said: "My squad leader... He asked me to follow the car of the directly affiliated team back to the army and stay behind."

"Leave behind? I'm also left behind. They said I was seconded by the communications battalion, so..."

"I don't plan to go back." The old man said confusedly, "I'll look for a chance to get in the car later. I'm blinded by the dark lights and cover my head with a raincoat, so no one will notice me."

"You?" Yang Mei frowned slightly and said, "Your leg is still injured, so try not to exercise vigorously for a month."

The old confused said: "Hey! It's okay! Don't you think my sea training is good?"

Yang Mei said: "Swimming is different. I am going to northern Hubei this time, I am afraid it is to fight the flood and rescue the emergency. The news has spread in the division..."

"It's just because I'm going to fight the flood!" The old man said confusedly, "It's useless to be a peace soldier in our day and age. Why should I be a soldier? Isn't it protecting the family and the country? Isn't it time for us to take action?"

Speaking of this, Ba clicked his mouth and said: "You female soldiers, you are afraid of suffering..."

Yang Mei was unconvinced and said, "Zhang Jian, who are you talking about! Who is afraid of suffering!? Only your male soldiers are powerful!? Who said women are inferior to men!? If not..."

Speaking of this, his eyes were red, his feet stomped, and he looked like he was about to cry.

"Okay, okay, you're different, okay!" The old man was a little flustered, he looked around and said anxiously: "The time is almost up, I'm leaving, I'm here to tell you, and……"

"What else?" Yang Mei asked.

"And...and..." The old confused began to hesitate again.

Yang Mei was impatient, she stomped her foot and said, "Zhang Jian, did you say you are a brother man!? Say something!"

The old confused took out a letter from his clothes and shoved it into Yang Mei's hand.

"I have a letter here. If anything goes wrong when I go to fight the flood, you can open it. Inside is a letter from me to my mother."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yang Mei said displeased: "Fighting the flood is not a war. The letter you gave to your mother, take it back to her, I won't take it!"

"Take it!" The old man who suddenly became abnormal, startled Yang Mei, "If you want to take it, take it, what a lot of nonsense!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran away.

"Zhang Jian! Zhang Jian!"

No matter what Yang Mei called, the old confused Zhang Jian never looked back.

an hour later.

The nearest train station to the training ground.

"Why are you here?!"

Luo Xiaoming grabbed the old confused who was about to climb into the stuffy tanker and pulled him down.

"What a nonsense you are! Didn't you say that you and the left-behind staff returned to the Feiyun Mountain camp?"

With a begging smile on his face, the old man said repeatedly, "Squad leader, let me go. I'm fighting the flood... You said, let me stay in the camp, I... I won't go back..."

"Your foot injury is still in good shape, why are you trying to be strong? We are going to rescue this time, not training, so we can't take care of you!" Luo Xiaoming waved his hand: "Go on!"

The old confused and a bit rogue said: "Squad leader, you let me go down, I don't know how to go back to the camp. The people here are all going to Hubei Province, and there is no car to return to the army."

"You—" Luo Xiaoming was so angry that he couldn't speak.

An hour ago, when the teaching brigade withdrew from the sea training ground, Lao Fu was informed to stay behind and returned to the Feiyun Mountain camp with a small number of left-behind members of the division's direct team.

Because of the fracture of the calf, the leader of the squadron decided to let him go back to the camp with the left-behind members of the direct team.

Unexpectedly, he still got into the car while Luo Xiaoming was not paying attention.

"Squad leader, as I say, it's rare for someone to have a chance to make meritorious deeds, so let him go!" Zhuang Yan helped Lao Mian Zhang Jian speak, "After three years in the army, I have to show my skills. chance, isn't it?"

He didn't want to go to the military school until he was confused, or he just mentioned it.

It may be an opportunity to fight floods and rescue.

Lao Mian told himself when he was in the hospital before, that he always wanted to make a merit or something, even if it was a third-class merit.

It is said that every time he sees other people's meritorious deeds with golden military medals hanging on his chest, he is envious of them, and he almost drools on the spot.

Luo Xiaoming thought about it, and now he really can't arrange a car to take the old confused back.

The troops are urgently mobilizing, how can there be time to deal with such trivial matters?

"Is your leg okay?" Luo Xiaoming asked.

The old confused jumped in place a few times, proving that he was fine: "Look, I'm fine! You also saw it during training these days, I was swimming with Majestic in the armed swim, and I didn't have any cramps when he cramped. "

Zhuang Yan echoed: "That's right, the old confused swimming is amazing. If it wasn't for him that time, I wouldn't say swim to the last 300 meters. It is estimated that after swimming for two kilometers, I would have to stop."

Luo Xiaoming thought for a moment, and said, "Okay! Get in the car! Damn it! You don't want to go, you don't know how to scold me behind your back! But you have to listen to the command, I will let you rest, if your legs really If there is a problem, that is a lifetime thing!"

"Yes! Squad leader!" The old man was as happy as a child, and immediately saluted.

When I got on the stuffy tanker, it was basically a block and one stuffy tanker, but it was quite spacious. Putting the rucksack on the ground, putting the mat on the floor, using the life jacket as a pillow, and laying down on it was quite comfortable.

In the early morning, all the personnel, machinery and vehicles have all been loaded, and the stuffy tanker is heading towards the north of Hubei.

The door of the stuffy tanker was not closed, leaving a gap of more than one meter long, and the wind was pouring into the compartment. Even in summer, it was still a little chilly.

"I heard that our group is much better than us. They take the car directly from the S city to the airport, and then fly directly to the north of Hubei..."

"Who did you hear?"

"My fellow is at the headquarters. He said that this time it is said to be a big transfer. Our divisions are almost all out! Other troops are also being transferred, and they are all rushing to the north of Hubei..."

"It seems that this flood in the Yangtze River is no trivial matter. I read the news some time ago, and I have already passed the three flood peaks, and the fourth time is coming. It is said that the fourth time is much larger than the first three."

Everyone was bored talking about this flood relief, and the atmosphere was not too tense.

All the soldiers, including Zhuang Yan, have no concept of fighting against Hong.

The most intuitive impression of the solemn confrontation with the flood rescue came from the beginning of the year in the Iron Eighth Company, when stationed in N Town, there was a large reservoir nearby.

In April, the local government came to find company commander Zhang Jianxing and said that there was a section of the road leading to the reservoir that was too steep for construction machinery to enter. Therefore, the Eighth Railway Company was asked to send someone to lower the **** of the 200-meter road.

On that occasion, the brothers of Zhuang Yan and Ba Lian worked hard for three days, cutting the road by one meter and lowering the entire slope.

However, after that, Zhuang Yan asked Yin Xiancong a question.

This kind of thing to reduce the slope, drive an excavator, isn't it something that can be easily done in one day? Can you ask the entire company to work on it for three days?

Yin Xiancong later told Zhuang Yan a secret, saying that the local government wanted to support the army, but it was not good to always send things to the army, so sometimes he had to find some boring excuses.

For example, Balian was asked to dig soil for three days, and then the local government came to offer condolences with great fanfare. The reporter took a lot of photos afterward, probably on TV and in the newspapers.

At that time, Zhuang Yan laughed dumbfounded~lightnovelpub.net~ thought this was a bit funny.

Dig, fill.

This is the only intuitive impression of the fight against Hong rescue after Zhuang Yan got on the train.

Of course he didn't know that this magnificent flood-fighting struggle that took place thousands of miles away at this time will be remembered in the annals of history, even shocking China and foreign countries, attracting worldwide attention, and becoming a magnificent triumph of the contemporary Chinese nation's unremitting self-improvement and united struggle.

When Zhuang Yan and his comrades were sitting in a stuffy tanker to help northern Hubei, in one of the trains, the flood relief headquarters of the 1st Division had been established, and various telegrams and phone calls kept coming in.

The cadres and division heads on duty have been up all night.

All kinds of emergency telegrams from the Military Commission and the Military Region, as well as various reports and information about the disaster ahead, flew like snowflakes to the telegraphs, fax machines, and telephones.

All the content that contains various information can be summed up in only four words - 100,000 urgent!