The rain stopped, and the flood peak roared in.
Here, one can't see any noticeable "peak," only the rapid flow of water, with the water level continuously rising, and waves constantly striking the newly built sub-dams by thousands of soldiers and civilians.
Once the flood spills over, it will not only threaten the lives and property of hundreds of thousands of people below the embanknt but also endanger the entire Jianghan Plain.
That's why the Jingjiang Embanknt is called the life dam!
Facing the roaring, turbid river water, no one is afraid, and they can't afford to be afraid. Everyone's current thought is to defend the dike at all costs.
The safety of the life dam within Lingjiang has been "divided up" to towns along the line. Since most of the flood prevention ergency materials are self-raised by various towns, so dike sections' sub-dams are built high, while others are lower due to the inability to find enough sandbags.
Now, the only option is to dismantle one wall and nd another by urgently transporting sandbags from higher parts to lower sections.
The embanknt is not wide enough and can't bear too much pressure, hence two large dump trucks can't help.
All three loaders have been sent to the dike to assist in transporting sandbags, but how much can three loaders carry, mainly relying on manpower.
Everyone is covered in mud, soaked inside and out, in the process of transporting sandbags.
The Ard Police Company and the soldiers of the company where "Binjiang" villagers are completely invested, dividing themselves along the long dike, transporting sandbags like running in a relay race.
The sandbags weighing sixty to seventy pounds, they carry them and just run.
From half past eleven in the morning to more than four in the afternoon, so soldiers ran back and forth over six hundred tis!
Around five o'clock, the water level gradually fell.
The second flood peak was resisted through the concerted effort of thousands of soldiers and civilians, yet no one cheered or celebrated. Everyone was so exhausted, they collapsed sitting on the muddy dyke, lacking the strength to speak.
Several nearby villages were responsible for the logistics of the county's Civilian Militia Reserve Force, and als were delivered.
The als were simple, unlimited rice, with only two dishes – stir-fried shredded at and pickled long chili. There was no soup; when thirsty, they drank plain water, which was brought by the locals with their own water bottles.
The Ard Police Company's dinner was boxed als, said to be two at and two vegetables, but scarcely any at was visible, and by the ti it reached the dike, it was already cold.
They ca hastily yesterday, without life jackets, not to ntion labor protection gear.
From the squad leader, instructor to junior soldiers, each had blisters on both hands, which could easily get infected if not treated promptly.
Liang Xiaojun and Han Xiangng were surprised to see one Ard Police Soldier eat six boxed als while helping them treat their wounds.
The als of Xu Xiaoming's company of "Binjiang locals" were the simplest; each person only had one bottle of mineral water, one bag of pickled vegetables, and a few stead buns!
Dongdong couldn't believe his eyes, returned to the camp tent and looked at the abundant als in the stainless-steel lunch box, couldn't help asking: "Uncle Xiao Yu, Brother Xiaoming is a true liberation army mber, why do they eat worse than the Ard Police?"
"That soldier from Chonggang District?"
"Yes, they only have stead buns and pickled vegetables at night."
Right now Xiao Yu was thinking about how to get his mobile phone back; having just repelled a flood peak, not making a few calls felt incomplete, he perfunctorily replied: "I've never been a soldier, how would I know."
Dong Maosheng, the military transfer official from Customs, hesitated a bit, then smiled wryly: "Army is basic, Navy is better, Air Force is quite a rogue, this saying holds so truth."
"Uncle Dong, the Air Force acts rogue?"
"Not really rogue; I an in terms of their treatnts and conditions."
"Air Force has the best treatnt, and Army has the worst conditions?"
"That's the point, and this treatnt condition manifests in various aspects, directly relating to the basic warrior's food standard. The Army's food standard is the lowest, not as good as the Navy or Air Force. Plus, with that little food budget, there would be... would be..."
"Uncle Dong, there would be what?"
This kid has grown up, so things can be told to him.
Dong Maosheng considered a bit, reluctantly explaining: "Basic companies don't have office funds, nor any inco. Therefore, when superiors co to inspect, the company needs to buy sothing, or do sothing else; the needed funds mostly co from the warriors' food budget."
"Ah! Isn't this drinking soldiers' blood?" Dongdong asked in shock.
Dong Maosheng neither agreed nor disagreed, ate a bite of veggies and continued: "Many units have military service clubs, which are equivalent to departnt stores and grain oil shops within the unit. Military service clubs are mainly set up to support accompanying family mbers, aning military service clubs need to make money, selling rice and vegetables at higher prices than outside.
Besides, so company commanders lack discipline, along with so unconscious quartermasters, so units even have class leaders and cooks of the cooking class targeting the food budget, all wanting to advantage warriors. Think about it, with such little food budget, how much eventually ends up in the warriors' mouths?"
Dongdong couldn't believe his ears, murmuring: "Too corrupt!"
Chen Youren, the Changhang Bureau's military transfer official, was long accustod to it, suddenly said: "Even so, so units still advocate surplus, even using how much food budget surplus as a criterion for evaluating company construction. You say, everything can be surplus, can food budget be surplus?"
Brother Haoran also served as Company Commander for several years.
Has Brother Haoran ever done anything damaging to warrior interests?
The more Xiao Yu thought about it, the more it worried him, so he straightforwardly changed the subject: "Director Dong, Old Chen, what do you think Master Dai ant, does he have the authority to confiscate our mobile phones and pagers?"
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