Under the lead-gray clouds, dense crowds of people are gathering.
Led by hundreds of red flags, more and more people gathered on the Maogutun Dam, which had several gaps.
The sound of ice colliding on the river surface was like thunder, but it still could not drown out the endless shouts from both sides of the river.
Chu Miaohong looked at everything in front of her and was stunned for a few seconds.
At this time in her previous life, she had damaged her health during the winter and had to stay in the town hospital for more than ten days before she survived, just missing this rescue operation.
As for the process and results of the rescue operation, the entire village and the educated youth were very secretive about it. In addition, she was a low-key person, so she sensibly avoided the topic.
The river water flowing out of several holes opened by the ice formed a shallow water area hundreds of meters wide outside the dam.
The villagers and educated youth who arrived one after another had blocked these holes with sand and sacks.
When Chu Miaohong stood on the dam and looked at the ubiquitous floating ice on the river, she couldn't help but gasp.
Only a small part of the ice floes is exposed on the river surface, and the actual thickness of the ice layer is almost one meter or even more.
The large ice floes are tens of meters wide, and the small ones are seven or eight meters wide, flowing slowly downstream along the river.
The entire river channel was packed with ice floes.
"These are still good news," an old man with flood prevention experience shouted to everyone, "Be sure to pay attention to the ice floes that are several meters or even hundreds of meters wide. If that thing hits the dam, we'll all be in trouble."
Zhang Hongcheng followed the fifth company to rush up to the dam. They were responsible for a section of the embankment that was over a hundred meters long.
Because Class 4 had few students, it was placed at the very edge, right next to another group of villagers and educated youth who had been sent to the countryside to work.
The leader of this group of villagers and educated youth was a middle-aged man in his forties.
Since most of the educated youth came from the south, everyone was afraid when they saw the huge chunks of ice in the river that were crowded and colliding like monsters.
This is the subconscious emotional expression of human beings when facing the great power of heaven and earth.
The middle-aged man carefully planted the red flag on the dam and shouted to the crowd, "What are you standing there for?! Get moving! Reinforce the dam!"
The people in the fourth team had little experience, but when they heard the man yelling, they followed his example and started to raise the dam they were responsible for.
Thousands of people lined up in hundreds of rows, continuously transporting sacks and stones from the bottom of the dam to the top of the dam.
Zhang Hongcheng had just reinforced a sack on the dam. He wiped his sweat, stretched his head to take a look outside the dam, and was immediately shocked.
Because he found that the river level was slowly rising.
There was no need for him to remind them, as the responsible cadres of the commune had already started shouting with a loudspeaker.
"Everyone, hurry up! The river is rising!!!"
The deafening shouts on both sides of the riverbank immediately increased in frequency.
But as the river level rose, gaps finally appeared between the crowded ice floes, and some small ice floes began to frequently hit the dam.
Zhang Hongcheng is located in the dense crowd, playing an insignificant role.
It was at this moment that he truly realized the importance of social groups.
There is no place for personal heroism here.
On another embankment, Chu Miaohong wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her position was similar to Zhang Hongcheng's, and she was also responsible for reinforcing the dam with the stones and sacks that were passed up.
She was also watching the water level.
Fortunately, the speed at which we raised the dam was faster than the rising river level.
Chu Miaohong lowered her head and struggled to put a sack in front of her. Suddenly, a big wet spot appeared on the sack.
She wiped her forehead in confusion. Could it be that she didn't wipe off all the sweat?
Another larger wet spot fell on the sack and quickly spread out.
Chu Miaohong suddenly looked up at the sky.
With a thunder in spring, raindrops as big as beans poured down.
The heavy sound of the rain seemed to suppress all human voices and efforts. Although thousands of people were here, they seemed to be cut off from each other by the heavy rain in an instant.
"Oh my god! Come on!!"
Cao Dagang, who never cared about other people's affairs, shouted at the sky and kicked his dazed son over.
"My dear old men, it's time to fight to the death!!!"
The low-pitched horn quickly rang out again at various places on the embankment, competing faintly with the thunder, rain, and ice collision sounds in the sky.
The heavy rain continued and Zhang Hongcheng was replaced like a drowned chicken.
Some straw huts were quickly built under the dam, and the women's federation cadres from the commune and brigades brought the elderly and children to make ginger soup.
After drinking a bowl of steaming ginger soup, Zhang Hongcheng, shivering, felt like he was alive again.
Holding a towel that was used by who knows how many people, Zhang Hongcheng wiped his head and face with it. After taking a few deep breaths, he realized that he had lost contact with several people in Class 4.
Not far from the shed, a few tents were built by a group of female educated youth. Two or three injured people were already living there - either they had slipped off the dam or had their feet hit by rocks.
"Xiao Chu, go to the medical tent! You're not needed here."
Sun Guihua, the women's director of Chunyang Village, stepped forward and replaced Chu Miaohong.
She knew that a better job for Chu Miaohong was not to stack stones here, but to go to the medical tent.
The news that Chu Miaohong knew medical skills was also spread by Fang Chunmiao and Wu Jianlei as her identity changed.
Chu Miaohong didn't hesitate. She knew her greatest strength and went to the medical tent.
It just so happened that several female educated youth were looking at a villager whose foot was hit, at a loss. The wound with the white flesh turned over made them at a loss as to what to do.
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