The entire rescue process involved the emotions of everyone present. The villagers saw the soldiers who were even tenderer than their children and grandchildren carrying the heavy mud bricks with their bare hands, and saw them carrying the fallen bricks on their shoulders. Crossbeam, their faces are covered with mud, and the rain can't wash their faces.
"Tighten! One, two, three... Pull!"
"Put away all the top mud bricks! Bring a rain cloth over to cover the child from the rain!"
"You two remove the mud bricks on the top of the closet! You two will pick them up below! The hard-working folks help out and move the mud bricks away together!"
The female soldier who has been standing on the top, constantly moving the mud bricks, has a clear voice like a lark penetrating through the rain curtain, and it floats into everyone’s ears clearly. She is very calm, without a trace of panic. She was commanded by herself, and everyone followed her command. No one would do her own thing.
At this time, the village cadres cooperated with Ye Jian outside, took the mud bricks that had been moved from above and threw them aside, all working hard to rescue the two children.
The rescued grandma was carried by a student, and a villager flashed a flashlight to show the way and walked quickly toward the neighbor's house.
The bloodied old man kept talking about his two grandchildren, who were "big baby" and "little baby", and the low voice of pain caused the students who were carrying her to cry.
"Don't worry, there are us, we will surely rescue the eldest 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 said the words very hard and slowly.
The villager holding the umbrella and holding the torch also said: "Yes, yes, you can rest your mind. The eldest and the little ones meet military comrades, so don’t worry, you will surely be able to save them. ."
The old man didn't know how to speak Mandarin, and the accent was heavy and he spoke intermittently. The students who walked with their heads on their backs could vaguely hear them saying "thank you".
When grandma was placed in a neighbor’s house, Ye Jian had already jumped into the hole that was dug out. Her hand had already grasped the small hand exposed outside the closet, her fingers pressed her thin wrist, and her pulse penetrated her. Fingers lifted Ye Jian's spirits.
fine!
The kid is okay!
Now you need to lift up the collapsed wardrobe. Except for Xu Wen standing on the periphery and staring at the broken wall, all five students stood on the pile of mud bricks, speeding up and moving all the mud bricks around the wardrobe. open.
No one spoke, only moved and moved. They all heard the little hand under the closet. Grandma said that the two children were in the closet, one closet and one big wooden cabinet, depending on which cabinet it was. .
Finally, the whole mud bricks around the closet were removed, and the rain and muddy pieces were removed with bare hands. It was finally time to lift the closet.
Ye Jian tightly held the little cold hand that was soaked by the rain, she lay down and looked into the corner where the closet was dumped with the flashlight.
After taking such a photo, Ye Jian finally understood why there was still an angle when the closet was overturned.
Because the child's grandfather used his body to block the closet, and a few more mud bricks rushed out and blocked the closet from pressing down. In this way, an angle was formed where only one child could be accommodated.
"Lift the cabinet, one, two, three! One, two, three!"
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