Alien Arms Empire.

As a commander of a division of infantry, he was a rather respectable man in ordinary times, his boots were always spotless, and his clothes were always pressed to perfection.

Even his military vehicles are often wiped, the adjutant helps to wipe, the driver helps to wipe, and the guards also help.

He felt that he should serve as a role model, standing there majestically, like a pine and cypress, inspiring his soldiers to move forward.

But now, he is in a mess.His leather boots could protect his calves, but the rain couldn't stop pouring in.Now his boots look like fishing grounds, and his feet are probably bleeding.

There was a goddamn stone in his boot when he walked over, and it was only a little uncomfortable for the soles of his feet through the socks.But now that he was soaked in water, his feet were probably wrinkled and turned white, and the originally insignificant pebble had also turned into a sharp blade that could pierce the skin.

His clothes were all soaked through, and it was almost unbearable to be hooped on his body.Suddenly he understood why many people here are unwilling to wear clothes, because at this time the clothes themselves are a kind of bondage...

Although he wanted to, he still decided not to take off his military uniform, which represented Tang Kingdom's decency.So he stood in the rain, so that people could see a colonel standing here at a glance.

The surrounding soldiers seemed to be working faster, and they knew that their division commander had arrived.Just standing there, standing in the rain, motionless like a statue.

The continuous rain made the work very difficult. The cement could not solidify in this kind of weather, and the sand and soil would disappear with the washing of the rain. In the end, piping and breaches would appear in those seemingly solid dams.

But in order to keep the towns behind, keep those villages, protect those civilians who are still rushing to harvest crops, protect the roads that were built with great difficulty, the railway tracks that were laid with great difficulty, and the telephone poles that were erected with great difficulty...they can only continue To strengthen the dikes and dams that are already in danger.

"Take a break?" A civilian without a military cap, with a bamboo hat on his head, asked the soldier holding the sack while shoveling soil.

The soldier shook his head and wiped off the rain and sweat mixed on his face: "No, I'm afraid of being poor. I finally saw that my family is rich. No one will take the house, the land, the money and food." Don't go! God can't do it either!"

The man in the bamboo hat nodded, and continued to dig with the shovel, shoveling shovelfuls of soil into the sandbags.

He knew this was the reason, he finally had enough food, and finally dressed warmly. No one can take this day away, even if God comes!
But he also knew that behind them was not the hometown of these soldiers. Some of these soldiers came from the north and some from the east, so there was no need to work hard here.

In the past, the soldiers of the state of Zheng didn't care about such things. Those people would only lean on the city gate with muskets to collect tolls, and grab the fruits on the carts of farmers who came to the city to sell their goods.

If there is a famine, a flood, or a war, no matter what happens, the soldiers will just close the city gate, hide on the city wall to drive out the refugees, and look down coldly at the starving refugees outside the city. land.

But now something seems to be changing. The old soldiers are now fighting side by side with civilians like them.

Although these lands have nothing to do with these soldiers, they still did not leave, but stood at the forefront, blocking the common people!
From the moment they saw these officers and soldiers rushing up the embankment, the people nearby understood what the consul told them, which they didn't understand at the time: Soldiers of the Tang Dynasty did not have the habit of hiding behind the people. .

People's hearts are always fleshy. When an army chooses to stand with the people, they are invincible.

In the past, no one cared about the life and death of civilians. At that time, a human life was worse than a dog in a noble manor.

After every catastrophe and epidemic, the unowned land becomes the private property of the dignitaries. For those wealthy merchants, natural disasters are their chances to make a fortune.

But those villains who were hated to the bone were killed by the new young consuls, and those who oppressed the people were all dead.

Now no one oppresses the people anymore, and the land is distributed fairly to everyone.Although these lands are owned by the Tang State in name, the land deeds clearly endowed the people with the right to cultivate them.

These lands are now their own, and they will not give up even if they die!Not to mention the flood is coming, even if the god of death is coming, they will fight until the last moment!
Whoever is by my side during the battle, whoever bathes in blood with me, is my brother!Today, these soldiers are children, siblings!

"It's leaked! It's leaked! Come on! Come on! Come on!" the woman patrolling the embankment shouted heart-piercingly, and the surrounding soldiers subconsciously rushed towards the direction of the shout.

They were covered in mud, and without looking back, they rushed to the place where the river gushed out with their tools in hand: "Quick! Stop it! Come on! Master!"

Without even thinking about it, the first soldier pressed the sandbag that was not full in his hand to the place where the water was sprayed, and then he pressed his whole body on it, and the soldiers behind also rushed to help, shouting one after another.

"Over there! Look over there!" The dirty river was gushing here, and someone on the embankment was shouting and offering ideas.

Soon, two soldiers and a few locals jumped into the rushing river, tied ropes around their bodies, and dived underwater to check.

The appearance of the naked man struggling in the tumbling river water seemed to reveal a stubbornness declaring war on the sky.

"Let's go! We don't want the land, we don't want the house anymore, go!" Seeing that the embankment could no longer be defended, a local man grabbed a company commander who was packing sandbags and shouted loudly.

"You go first, we haven't received an order to retreat!" The company commander picked up the sandbag and ran towards the embankment without looking back, his voice gradually drifting away in the rain.

The breach on the embankment was getting bigger and bigger, and it seemed that it could no longer be controlled, and the sandbags could no longer hold it. It seemed that everything was too late.

Enduring the severe pain under his feet, the division commander standing on the embankment walked towards the gap step by step, and he ordered loudly as he walked: "Follow me if you have sons or daughters! The rest of them retreat immediately! Take the rest to everyone!" Wake up! Get on the embankment! Get on the embankment!"

He walked to the gap, looked at the turbulent river, and gritted his teeth: "Use people to block it! The third row goes down first! If it is not enough, the second row goes up!"

"My lord, my lord!" The man who had just persuaded the soldiers to leave squeezed over and grabbed the commander's arm: "My lord! I can't stop it! It's too late! You go! We've made a note of this situation! You go first! "

"Get out of the way! You hurry up and organize the retreat of the civilians on the embankment! Take the elderly, children and women first! Go to a higher place! Quick!" He pushed, staggered, and almost lost his footing.

The guard with sharp eyes quickly stretched out his hand to support him, which prevented him from falling in embarrassment: "If you are married and have children, go into the water! Don't be brave!"

Soldiers jumped into the water one after another, no one looked back or flinched, they stood there arm in arm, forming a human wall, blocking the raging river water from the broken embankment.

Subsequent soldiers built a new line of defense in the reduced water flow. They built sandbags one by one and added wooden planks that had been prepared to re-reinforce the entire embankment.

At night, the embankment finally stabilized, another flood peak passed, and the follow-up reinforcements arrived, and another new battalion rushed up the embankment, screaming like rushing towards a fierce enemy.

The teacher walked down the dam with someone's support, and he couldn't walk anymore.When taking off the boots, the socks were taken off together, and there was still half of the skin on the feet.

In the wet tent with only faint lights, he picked out a small sharp stone from the bloody soles of his feet with his own hands.

He cried, and the tears couldn't stop flowing.It didn't hurt, or it really hurt and cried-his feet didn't hurt, but his heart hurt.He cried so badly that he couldn't even hold back his own voice.

Fifteen of the two platoon soldiers who entered the water were washed away by the water. No one has seen these fifteen young people again. They only left a jacket with their name hanging in the tent and a water bottle left by the local civilians. ...

The relics are now in his tent, since the other tents here are already full.

In the early hours of the next day, the city hall gave an explanation to the five missing soldiers.Two local aristocrats who contracted the embankment project were dragged out to be punished, and they were executed by shooting while kneeling on the embankment in front of everyone.

The local civilians didn't even understand, because the embankment built here may be the strongest embankment they have seen in the past 30 years.

But no one interceded for these two, because they lost fifteen benefactors before nightfall last night.

The rain seems to be a little less, but the dam is still very dangerous, and there are more engineering materials for the follow-up, and there are brand new sandbags and tools that come with the car.

The women and children began to move to the high ground as required, and more than half of the military tents and raincoats that came with the army were lost because they were leaving the house.No one cared about that, no one cared about where the raincoats went in the first place.

A man wearing a bamboo hat was still standing guard on the embankment, he really wanted to find those young soldiers who were familiar with him.But after all, he never saw those young people again. Their appearance was actually very vague in his memory, because their faces were covered with rain.

But he didn't want to forget these people, so he stood guard on the embankment. He hoped that these people could come back, but unfortunately, these people couldn't come back, and never could.