Before Xia Jinyuan left, Xiangcheng entered a new round of heavy rain. The water level of the Xiangjiang River rose by 3 centimeters overnight. All junior students of the National University of Science and Technology where Ye Jian was located were once again received an emergency notice at midnight at midnight. Ye Jian was sleeping. All of them hurriedly assembled at midnight and separated from the National University of Science and Technology to fight floods.
This time, it was not about dredging and diverting water in the city, but carrying sandbags to consolidate a town called "White Town" in Xiangcheng.
The terrain of Baizhen is low. Once the dam is in danger, it will be submerged by the Xiangjiang River gushing out. The danger appears and there is a shortage of personnel. Finally, they turned to the National University of Science and Technology for help, and Ye Jian and the others took another action.
All junior students rushed to "White Town" to carry sandbags with the villagers.
The three girls, Ye Jian, Xu Wen, and He Jing, are no exception.
Fighting floods is not an easy task, but a high-risk action. On the car in "White Town", the instructor sent Ye Jian a page of letter paper, and Ye Jian wrote a "Please War Letter" on behalf of the representative, meaning that if they sacrificed, they deserved it. This military uniform.
After three years in the military academy, this flood fight is the first time a junior cadet actually performs missions. Yesterday's kind is not counted, at most it is assistance.
The atmosphere in the car was a bit tense. Xu Wen held He Jing's hand tightly and found that the palms of He Jing, who was bold enough to match Ye Jian, were cold. Xu Wen stretched out his hand and He Jing immediately squeezed it, and the two of them held it tightly. , No one dared to speak loudly.
The officer leading the team knew that the students were nervous, so he smiled and said, "Come on, let's sing military songs, and I'll start the tune."
The officer played the tune, the military song in the car was loud, and Ye Jian lowered his head, and wrote the "call for war" as the body shook. The psychological quality is best for her.
After finishing writing, Ye Jian pressed the red ink pad with his first thumb, leaving the fingerprint on the "Invitation Book", and then the paper and ink pad were passed in the truck until the fingerprints of the forty-five students were all pressed on it, and finally Back to Ye Jian's hands.
After getting off the bus, Ye Jian will hand it over to the instructor.
All the way to the military song town, in the end the tension disappeared, and it was still possible to joke.
This is not only true of Ye Jian's class, but also other classes.
How can young students who are in their early twenties not nervous when performing high-risk tasks for the first time
Nervousness is also worth it!
Because they are the people's soldiers!
Xia Jinyuan traveled again. This time he was in the same car with the director. The door was closed. The director who sat in the back row had a slightly weird expression, and his eyes were a little bit probing.
The director felt as if he had touched... some truth he dared not confirm.
I learned that the junior students who went to fight the flood and rescue disasters all pressed their handprints on the "Invitation Letter", and Xia Jinyuan's thin lips kept pursing when he got in the car. His handsome face was so cold that the director who had touched the truth would endure it for a while. Go worry.
The jeep that was going in the rain drove for about ten minutes, and the suspicion in his heart grew bigger and bigger, and the director who was getting more and more "hairy" in his heart finally asked.
"What is the relationship between you and her, tell me honestly!"
I was afraid that the driver in front would hear it. The well-intentioned director was both naming and squeezing his voice. He fixed his eyes on the young lieutenant colonel who was flashing by outside, and his handsome face was dimly illuminated. Then he said: "Truly answer me!"
With a straight back, Xia Jinyuan stretched out her curled fingers in secret, and turned her head to see the director's face worse than the weather outside, with a gloomy expression.