Chapter 355

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(... Many officials only know how to kill the enemy and fight when facing major disasters. Perhaps in the minds of those high-ranking and powerful people, the people are as cheap as soldiers from the people. Whenever I see a general with medals on his chest in the future, my first reaction is how many unjust souls have been hidden behind those medals... Excerpted from "My Memories of the War of Resistance - Cao Xiaomin")[..com]

Along the Yellow River, there were sections of large embankments standing between the river water in the embankment explosion project area. On it were the engineers who were finally left to be responsible for detonating. (The most stable,)

The engineers were pale, and they kept watching the small villages in the distance that had been swept away by the flood. They closed the news and construction, but when the shift was changed, the city went to those small villages for entertainment. They recognized almost everyone in the village, including prostitutes who were forced to sell their worries and children who were curious about everything. Just before the night was detonated, some people brought back wine and meat from the village, and some people got up from a warm kang... It was like a dream, and those villages no longer existed!

Suddenly, a second lieutenant officer knelt on his knees and cried in tears: "It's a sin! A broken son and a grandson!" As his crying, hundreds of officers and soldiers knelt on the ground with their backs facing the surging flood. For a moment, all the officers and soldiers on the river embankment were crying loudly, and the officers and soldiers left on the river embankment were crying loudly! Among them, there were a few white people, who were particularly responsible German engineering experts. At this time, they knelt down, kowtowed, and howled like Chinese officers and soldiers...

These people who witnessed the dam missing and those who exploded the dam with their own hands will never forget the vast water in front of them, and the small villages under the river embankment!

"This is a luxury item transported back through the Far East Railway. I only brought a box..." Kong Xiangxi stood beside Chiang Kai-shek and held up the wine glass. The amber wine looked strangely deep under the light.

"For this big victory, everyone have a drink!" At Kong Xiangxi's suggestion, a group of generals with medals hanging on their chests and shining stars on their shoulders surrounded Chiang Kai-shek and Bai Chongxi and raised their wine glasses high.

"For this cup, let's pay tribute to those creatures who suffered in the flood..." Chiang Kai-shek's face was still cold. Lin Wei, Zhang Qun and others who followed Chiang Kai-shek to inspect the dike explosion project could laugh. (Win Q coins,)

The wine was poured on the ground, but there was no real sadness on most people's faces. They finally breathed a sigh of relief: the difficult part of the Zhengzhou Battle has ended, and if there is no accident, the Chinese team will win a great victory...

The people who fled in Zhengzhou were immersed in a strange atmosphere: they were both worried about the possible harm caused by the Yellow River's dam, and were glad that they could escape a military disaster. Many people were arguing about how many families would be destroyed and their wives and children would be separated, but everyone seemed to be inclined to a conclusion: the central government had arranged an evacuation operation before the war, and this time it would not cause much harm... In fact, everyone did not believe what they said, but everyone would rather believe it because they were survivors and they hoped that they would live a more comfortable life.

"Look, even God is crying..." An old man with long eyebrows hanging under his eyes suddenly drank half a glass of turbid wine, and walked staggering to the street, tilting his face and letting the raindrops hit his face. The people under the awning realized that it was really raining. Perhaps the rain came too coincidental and it was so sad that the people who were drinking leisurely wine stopped talking. The old man braved the sudden big rain and disappeared into the rain curtain. The remaining people were also washed away by the rain in a flash. Everyone was just drinking the muffled wine in a deep state.

"Go for a sip, it's so cold..." "Lao'niao" handed his small wine pot to Company Commander Ma, but the latter avoided it with a cold face. He was a very pure Muslim. He did not touch alcohol, but what really made Ma Buchun look green now was what happened behind the small earth slope: those soldiers who were originally the second-tier team did not lurk in the high place, and they didn't know how terrible the situation in Hongfeng was. Most of them were swept away by the cyclone; more than half of the war horses that were regarded as brothers by the Hui militia soldiers were left. Now there are only more than seventy people and more than forty war horses left in this elite cavalry company. All the Hui militia soldiers stood in the rain and observed silently, and they were crying silently for their brothers who suffered.

The rain was flowing with tears, and everyone's eyes were red, including Cao Xiaomin, who was not crying. No one spoke. This heavy flood and heavy rain turned them from soldiers to ordinary people. When they faced this situation of being completely unable to deal with, they could only pray and bear it.

The way back was lost without a direction of progress, and most of the baggage was left in the woods and was immediately lost with the flood; there were only less than ten tents in the bushes on the slopes, and most people could only be wet in the rain.

The rain caused the wound to bite. The only part on Cao Xiaomin's back was the hottest part on his body. Where is the "old nest"? What about the "north nose"? What about the "little white face"? Their injuries were all heavier than himself, and they must not be completely healed... Cao Xiaomin had to arrange all the officers and soldiers with injuries to go into the tent to rest. Only then did he realize that the group of brave and strong Hui Min officers and soldiers were actually the same as them, each carrying more or less or serious injuries on his body!

He Yan had not recovered from the collapse, and she could not help crying. She stopped just now, but she would cry when she saw officers and soldiers moaning when they were dealing with wounds. She would cry when she saw corpses floating in the water, and would cry when she saw Cao Xiaomin's eyes. The entire camp was filled with wind and rain. The soldiers who were usually as fierce as iron were so weak at this moment because they all saw the greatest sorrow of human beings.

"Look, is that a living person?" Suddenly a soldier wet in the rain pointed at the distance.

It seemed like a corpse, but the corpse was churning a bit; it was wrong, the corpse had to float near to see it, and when you were far away, he was found churning, that should be a living person!

I discovered that a living person brought a hint of anger to the dead people. Some of them immediately rushed into the water, trying to trek through the water that was still running deep and endlessly.

The person was rescued by a "old nest" of a lake bandit. He gasped and crossed his waist and looked very proud. Only Cao Xiaomin, who had also suffered a lot of injuries, understood that he was using this position to support his waist and silently enduring the pain of the abdominal wound!

"It's a girl!" Suddenly, He Yan's voice came from the first aid tent.

Girl? Cao Xiaomin was stunned. He clearly saw that it was a boy, a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old... He suddenly understood that he had seen many girls in various war zones with their hair smearing their faces like boys.

Because she became a strong man and a strong man who rescued others and comforted others, He Yan recovered and she stopped crying. She began to try to make the rescued girl speak with her smile and gentle words.

"... Dad and grandpa put me and my mother and my brother in the coffin that my grandpa used to die in the future, and then they protected us and waited for the flood to rush over. As soon as the flood arrived, they disappeared. I heard the crying of my mother and my brother... At night, we were still squeezed together and was pushed around by the flood. I fainted. When I woke up at dawn, I found that my mother and my brother were gone..." The little girl was very strong. After a while of silence, she actually told her passing. People who were listening in the tent she accompanied the girl to cry, while people outside the tent looked into the water, hoping to find more survivors.

On the edge of the vast water, countless soldiers looked far away. At this time, they had no combat mission, but they searched and rescued the people who were suffering from disasters regardless of their pain and fatigue. Not every person would be attacked by the flood peaks, and people in many places had time to escape from the water that suddenly floated their beds. People escaped from the water deep and shallowly in the water to the familiar high ground. At dawn, the soil slopes in Zhongmu were covered with disaster victims, and the officers and soldiers went to assist them in the transfer and carried the weak to a safe place.

The day was almost over, and while the sky was still in the sky, the officers and soldiers seized the opportunity to search, constantly rescued living people from the water and retrieved corpses. The heavy rain made the vision blurry, but the officers and soldiers still tried their best. Many people tied ropes around their waists and touched the deep water.

After the first group of rescued victims arrived in Zhengzhou, the National Government also began to take action. The grassroots officials who stayed on their posts after the superiors went to the headquarters to see Tianyan and sang praises to the praises of the people hurriedly organized the people and various social groups to participate in the rescue and resettlement of the victims. Soon, Zhengzhou was mobilized by the whole city. When Chiang Kai-shek appeared in the refugee camp in a raincoat to appease the people, there were tens of thousands of people rescued in Zhongmu.

"What a joke? Use our reserve team and the bamboo platoons to search and rescue refugees?...Don't refuse their request, but do not approve it!" Bai Chongxi, who was in charge of the overall situation at the headquarters, gritted his teeth and issued a combat order: "The flood peak has passed, and I ordered all departments to support bamboo platoons into the flood as planned and kill the Japanese..."

It was completely dark, but the people on the small earth slope were still busy. They were all covered in pain and fatigue, but they always kept some people on the night, using flashlights to signal the unfathomable night. They hoped to save even one more person... One day and one night, the people on the small earth slope facing the direction of the flood peak attack only saved one person, the little girl who was rescued by the "old nest".

(Author: The reason why the Yellow River flooding time is basically not changed is arranged on the evening of June 7th is because of the heavy rain that really existed in history on June 8th. Of course, I have never seen the scene at that time, but I have seen the heavy rain and mudslide disaster area...)

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