80s Military Accompanying: The Heirless Tycoon Pampers His Pregnant Wife

"Earthquake!"

Shen Fenghe was awakened from her sleep by a thunderclap that ripped through the sky. As soon as she opened her eyes, she heard Zhu Jing shout beside her. Then she saw Zhu Jing get out of bed and quickly put on her coat.

"Sister-in-law, get up quickly, let's go downstairs!"

Seeing Shen Fenghe staring blankly at her, Zhu Jing, disregarding that she had buttoned her clothes wrong, grabbed the clothes that Shen Fenghe was draped over the back of the chair and pulled her up to sit.

Sensing the shaking under the bed, Shen Fenghe instantly woke up, hurriedly put on her clothes and shoes, and followed Zhu Jing out of the bedroom.

"etc!"

Just as she was about to open the door, Shen Fenghe stopped Zhu Jing, quickly found two raincoats, threw one to Zhu Jing, and put one on herself. When she opened the door, the corridor was already in chaos.

"Mom, my shoes..."

"What shoes are you wearing? Hurry up and come downstairs!"

boom--

Another deafening noise rang out, making it difficult to distinguish whether it was caused by thunder or an earthquake. As more and more people gathered in the corridor, Shen Fenghe felt the floor beneath her feet shaking even more violently.

Fortunately, they were very close to the stairwell; they could get downstairs after running past three households.

"I wonder if Fangzi and Xiangmei have managed to escape?"

Shen Fenghe glanced back at the corridor with concern. It was crowded with people, all pushing and shoving each other as they moved forward.

"Xiang should be fine, but Fang has two children..." Zhu Jing hesitated, then frowned.

"They live next to each other, so they can definitely look after each other." Shen Fenghe squeezed her palm and quickened her pace.

"Ouch!"

As Zhu Jing stepped down to the second floor, the stairs shook violently. Caught off guard, she twisted her ankle, lost her balance, and fell.

"Quietly!"

Shen Fenghe quickly grabbed the handrail next to her and pulled her back.

"Watch out!"

Unexpectedly, the person rushing down from behind didn't stop in time and crashed into Shen Fenghe, causing her and Zhu Jing to fall down together...

"Commander, there really has been a landslide over there!"

The rain in the mountains was getting heavier and heavier. When Ye Zhengting led his team to Shanwowo Village, Xie Kai, who was leading the team, discovered through binoculars that a mudslide was taking place on a small mountain behind the village.

"Quickly! Notify the villagers to evacuate."

Ye Zhengting decisively gave the order and led the charge towards the village. At the same time, he took out his walkie-talkie and contacted Lu Xiaohua, who was stationed at the camp: "Hello! Xiaohua, it's me, Ye Zhengting. There's been a mudslide in Shanwowo Village. Please notify headquarters immediately to send people to provide support."

"Understood! I will bring people over to meet you as soon as possible," Lu Xiaohua replied in a deep voice.

He immediately requested support from the military region via military radio, and then led the remaining troops to Shanwowo Village.

"Deputy Commander Lu, the road ahead is blocked by landslide rocks!"

However, the road leading to Shanwowo Village was also hit by a mudslide. The mountains on both sides were constantly being washed away by heavy rain, and mud mixed with rocks was cascading down like waterfalls, which could very well completely block the only path leading to the village.

As its name suggests, Shanwowo Village is a village built in a mountain basin. It was originally a secluded village during the war, isolated from the outside world. To enter or leave the village, one had to cross the mountains. After liberation, soldiers stationed nearby helped to open up the mountain road, allowing the villagers to leave the mountains.

Therefore, if this mountain road is blocked, it will greatly hinder the subsequent rescue efforts.

Lu Xiaohua immediately informed Ye Zhengting of the situation via walkie-talkie: "Commander, we must clear the road."

"Then please be careful," Ye Zhengting instructed.

Lu Xiaohua nodded, "You too!"

Another clap of thunder and lightning struck, and the two who had just ended their call looked up at the night sky at the same time.

Under the inky black sky, the stars and moon were dim and lifeless, especially in the village nestled in the mountains without electricity, where it was pitch black. Ye Zhengting, holding a flashlight, shouted to his teammates, "Evacuate the elderly, women, and children first!"

"Comrade officer, there's still food... there's still food..."

An elderly man wearing a straw hat ran up in a panic, pointing in the direction of the granary, "Could you send a few soldiers to help us move the grain?"

"By the way, I am the village chief here, my name is Niu Nenggeng."

"My name is Ye Zhengting." Ye Zhengting nodded to the old man. "Approximately how much grain do you have?"

"About 20,000 jin, that's all our reserve grain. If we run out, we won't be able to survive!" Niu Nenggeng said anxiously, slapping his thigh.

Ye Zhengting frowned deeply. He had only brought 22 people, and even evacuating the villagers would be a challenge.

"I'll take eight men to the granary. You gather the able-bodied men in the village."

"Eight? But we have 8 jin of grain!" Niu Nenggeng said with a pained expression.

Ye Zhengting solemnly reminded, "People are more important than food. Right now, the road to the village is blocked, and rescue efforts can't arrive in time. We can only save people first, and then spare some resources to save food."

"Okay... alright." Niu Nenggeng nodded hesitantly.

"Don't worry! After the disaster relief is over, our military region will definitely find a way to make up for the villagers' losses." Ye Zhengting patted him on the shoulder, then found Xie Kai and redistributed the manpower. The strong went to grab the grain, and the rest continued to transfer and evacuate the villagers, leading them to higher ground.

The granary was built on the highest point in the village. When the group arrived, a landslide was also occurring on the high ground where the granary was located. Mud slurries poured down like waterfalls and had already gathered into a mud puddle on the ground, making it difficult for the group to get close.

"What should we do?"

Seeing this, Niu Nenggong's face turned red and white with anxiety.

The mud pits were easy to wade through, but the path to the granary was full of mudslides, and the only way to get up was to face the onslaught of the mudslides head-on.

That's a mudslide!

He clenched his fists and looked at Ye Zhengting.

Even though he was wearing a raincoat, Ye Zhengting was still soaked. Rain dripped from the brim of his hat, slid down the tip of his straight nose, and gleamed faintly in the night.

That single ray of light was enough to illuminate the bewildered hearts of everyone.

Give me the rope!