The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

The whole rescue process involved the emotions of everyone present. The villagers saw soldiers who were even more tender than their own children and grandchildren carrying heavy mud bricks with their bare hands, and saw them carry the fallen soldiers on their shoulders. The beams, the mud on their faces, and the rain couldn't wash them off.

"Tighten! One, two, three...pull!"

"Cut up all the mud bricks on the top! Bring a rain cloth and cover the children from the rain!"

"You two remove the mud bricks from the wardrobe! The two of you pick it up below! Help the hard-working folks to transport the mud bricks away together!"

The female soldier who has been standing at the top, constantly moving mud bricks, pierced through the rain curtain with a clear voice like a lark, and every word clearly floated into everyone's ears. She was very calm, without a trace of panic, the whole scene was She was commanded by herself, everyone obeyed her command, and no one would make their own decisions.

At this time, the village cadres cooperated with Ye Jian outside, took the mud bricks removed from the top and threw them aside, all working hard to save the two children.

The rescued grandmother was carried by a practitioner, while a villager flashed a flashlight and walked towards the neighbor's house.

The bleeding-headed old man kept talking about his two grandchildren, "big baby" for a while and "little baby" for a while. The low voice of pain made the students who were carrying her shed tears.

"Don't worry, with us, we will definitely rescue the big baby and the little baby, don't worry." The student's voice was calm and comforting. For fear that the old man would not understand, he spoke very slowly and carefully.

The villager holding an umbrella and holding a flashlight also said: "Yes, yes, you can rest assured. The big baby and the little baby are lucky enough to meet the military comrades, you can rest assured that you will be rescued. ."

The old man didn't speak Mandarin very well, so he spoke in a strong accent, and the students who were walking with their heads buried behind her could vaguely hear the words "thank you" incessantly.

When grandma moved to the neighbor's house, Ye Jian had already jumped into the hole she dug out. Her hand was already holding the little hand that was exposed outside the closet. Her fingers pressed against the thin wrist, and her pulse pierced through her. Fingering the pulp, Ye Jian's spirit was lifted.

fine!

The kid is fine!

Now it is necessary to lift the collapsed wardrobe. Except for Xu Wen who was standing on the periphery and staring at the remnant wall, all five students stood on the pile of mud bricks, speeding up and moving all the mud bricks that were pressed around the wardrobe. open.

No one said anything, they just moved with their heads down, they all heard the small hand under the closet, grandma said that the two children were hiding in the closet, one closet, one big wooden one, it depends on which one it is. .

Finally, all the mud bricks that were pressed around the closet were removed, and the pieces that had been turned into mud by the rain and mud were swept away with bare hands. Finally, it was time to lift the closet.

Ye Jian tightly held the little hand that was a little cold from the rain. She lay down and used a flashlight to look into the corner of the dumped wardrobe.

After such a photo, Ye Jian finally understood why there was still an angle in the top of the wardrobe.

Because, the child's grandfather blocked the wardrobe with his own body, and a few mud bricks rushed out and blocked the wardrobe's downward pressure, thus forming an angle where only one child could be accommodated.

"Lift the cabinet, one, two, three! One, two, three!"

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