At the breach of the dam, the impact of the flood was getting stronger and stronger, and the human wall formed by the five teams began to shake. Seeing this, Mu Nanhe immediately ran over and joined the human wall. He stood in the front row, the surging flood hitting his chest, cold and piercing, as if countless knives were cutting his body, but he was like a towering mountain, standing firm.
While struggling to resist the flood, he encouraged his team members loudly: "Comrades, we are the defenders of the people. This little difficulty scares us! As long as we are united, there is no obstacle that we can't overcome!"
His voice was firm and powerful, reverberating on the levee like a huge bell. Under his encouragement, the team members regained their spirits, pulled together, stood shoulder to shoulder, and built an indestructible line of defense with their flesh and blood.
Whenever a team member was exhausted, he would notice it in time and encourage loudly: "Hold on, you can do it! We can do it together!" At the same time, he would adjust the position of the human wall to make the distribution of everyone's strength more reasonable to better resist the impact of the flood.
As time went by, one problem after another came one after another. The continuous heavy rains caused the rapid consumption of flood control materials such as sandbags, and the transportation of subsequent materials was seriously hindered by muddy roads and damaged bridges.
When the four teams were searching for supplies, they found that the available sandbags and soil were far from enough, and everyone was extremely anxious. Upon learning this, Mu Nanhe quickly organized some team members to expand the search area, and at the same time arranged for another group of team members to reasonably deploy the existing sandbags, giving priority to ensuring the sealing needs of the breach in the embankment.
The soldiers, who had been soaked in the flood for several hours, had their feet turned white and swollen. Their feet were like steamed buns, and the shoes that once fit them were now tight and uncomfortable. Every step they took was like stepping on sharp stones, piercing their hearts. The skin on their legs was wrinkled and full of grooves, like the dry skin of an old man.
The players' fingers became swollen, their fingertips turned white, and their nails lost their former rosiness and became dull and gray. When they clenched their fists, their finger joints made a "cracking" sound, as if they would lose strength at any time.
Li, a member of the fifth team, had his feet peeling and rotting due to being soaked in water for a long time. Some of the epidermis had fallen off, revealing the tender red flesh. The tender flesh was stimulated by the cold flood water, and the pain made him sweat. However, he still endured the pain, held his teammates tightly, and stayed in the human wall.
Mu Nanhe noticed that something was wrong with Li, and said with concern: "Li, you are in great condition, go down and rest first, we will guard here!"
Li Qi gritted his teeth and answered firmly: "Captain, I can still hold on. I can't fail at this time!"
Mu Nanhe looked at Li Jianyi with a look of emotion and admiration in his heart. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good job. If you feel comfortable, don't force yourself!"
The volunteers also organized themselves, set up a temporary rest area in the back, and prepared hot food and clean clothes for the rescue team members. The busy figures of the volunteers shuttled back and forth at the rescue site, adding warmth and strength to this difficult rescue operation.
Time passed by minute by minute. For a full 12 hours, the team members were like tireless iron warriors and never stopped for a moment.
The four teams carried sandbags one after another, their hands were covered with blisters, and they were soaked in sweat and mud. They felt pain in their hearts, but they simply bandaged them and continued to carry the sandbags.
The five teams held their ground in the freezing flood. Their bodies were frozen blue, but they still held on, resisting the impact of the flood with their iron will.
Finally, with everyone's unremitting efforts, the flood gradually weakened. At this time, the rain gradually stopped, and the sun penetrated the heavy clouds and sprinkled on the land ravaged by the flood.
At the breach of the dam, layers of sandbags and stones were piled up to block the gap. The team members looked at the victory in front of them, and a gratified smile appeared on their tired faces. They knew that all the efforts of the 12 hours of hard fighting were worth it, and they successfully protected this land and people.
Mission accomplished, the military vehicle slowly drove back to the unit. Yang Qingyan and her family had been waiting in the playground early, their eyes full of anxiety and worry. As soon as the car stopped, Yang Qingyan's eyes searched the crowd eagerly, and locked onto Mu Nanhe at a glance. His military uniform was full of mud and stains, his hair was soaked by rain and sweat, and it was messy and stuck to his forehead, revealing an unconcealable fatigue. But even so, his posture was still upright, and his steps were heavy but firm.
Yang Qingyan walked over quickly, grabbed Mu Nanhe's hand, and said with a bit of blame in her tone: "You must be tired."
Mu Nanhe's eyes were gentle as he consoled her: "It's okay, everyone is safe."
After changing his clothes, Mu Nanhe came to the health center. Yang Qingyan was already waiting for him, with the prepared ointment on the table. She asked Mu Nanhe to sit down, picked up the ointment, and applied it to his white and broken skin with skillful and careful movements. She didn't say much during the whole process, but occasionally blew gently, as if to make the process of applying the ointment more comfortable. Looking at the wound on Mu Nanhe's body, Yang Qingyan couldn't help but think of the scene of him struggling to rescue people in the flood, and her admiration for the soldiers arose spontaneously. These soldiers did not retreat in the face of danger, and used their flesh and blood to protect the safety of the people. Their image became taller and more majestic in her heart.
"Mu Nanhe, you are really great." Yang Qingyan said softly, with admiration and emotion in her voice.
Mu Nanhe smiled and said tiredly: "This is our responsibility. As long as we can protect everyone, everything is worth it."
After taking the medicine, Mu Nanhe leaned back in his chair, feeling sleepy like a tide. During the 10-hour rescue operation, his mind was always highly tense. If he relaxed, he would be instantly overwhelmed by fatigue.
Mu Nanhe fell into a deep sleep soon. His breathing gradually became steady, and his wrinkled brows slowly relaxed. Yang Qingyan sat beside him, looking at him quietly, with a special tenderness in her eyes.
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