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The rain was still falling, showing no sign of stopping.

There was no shade on the drill ground. Looking out, the entire drill ground resembled a gray cloth soaked in water, spread out flat under the gloomy sky.

The soldiers' armor gleamed from the rain, the iron plates reflecting the grayish-white light of the sky, like layers of fish scales stacked together, cold and silent.

Rainwater seeped in through the gaps in their armor, soaking their undergarments. A gust of cold wind made many soldiers shiver slightly. The damp cloth clung to their skin, cool and sticky, and every movement felt like countless tiny ice needles piercing their bones.

As they gasped for breath, white vapor escaped from their mouths and noses, only to be quickly torn apart by the wind.

In the distance, in the stable, several warhorses tossed their heads, their manes soaked and matted together, hot, damp breaths billowing from their nostrils, and intermittent snorting sounds coming from their throats, as if complaining about the endless rain.

The hay laid beside the manger had absorbed so much water that it had turned a dark yellow and black. A few bits of hay were caught in the wind and then thrown back into the mud by the rain.

Some men clenched their teeth, their hands gripping the spears blue with cold, yet they stubbornly remained motionless, standing ramrod straight. Rainwater slid from between their fingers, dripping into puddles at their feet, creating tiny ripples.

They can't lose face in front of Lord Lin!

This thought was like an unbreakable rope, tightly binding everyone's heart. Even though their legs were sore and numb, even though their bones were creaking with exhaustion, no one was willing to bend their backs.

Lin Ye stood on the command platform. The wooden planks under his feet were swollen from being soaked in the rain. Stepping on them caused them to sink slightly and make a soft "creaking" sound.

The flags planted beside the platform were soaked with water and no longer fluttered as usual; they hung heavily on the flagpoles. When the wind blew, the corners of the flags barely lifted up a little before snapping back with a "plop," sending out a string of murky water droplets.

He looked down at the dense crowd below, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

This can't go on.

The armor is too heavy. If you fall into the water while wearing it during a flood, you could easily sink to the bottom and end up drowning instead of rescuing someone.

Moreover, the armor plates soaked in water are cold and heavy, weighing at least dozens of kilograms. Soldiers wearing them walk as if they are carrying heavy loads, not to mention that they will need to carry disaster victims in mud and rapids, making the armor even more cumbersome.

We need to change our equipment.

Without much hesitation, Lin Ye mentally opened the system shop again.

A pale blue, semi-transparent screen unfolded before him. Raindrops hit the screen and passed right through it, leaving no trace.

Countless items in the mall flashed by swiftly as Lin Ye's thoughts moved, so fast that they were almost just afterimages. Visible only to him, various colored lights swirled, like fireflies on a summer night, flickering uncertainly.

His eyes swept across the items quickly, and he soon found one he had seen before.

[Mobile House Module: 50 meters long, 50 meters wide, and 5 meters high. It has a one-month lifespan after placement. Retrieving it pauses the lifespan, resetting it upon removal. It disappears after the lifespan expires. Required Shock Points: 200.]

I originally planned to buy it after arriving in each city and see how it went, but since I need it now, I'll buy it in advance.

Moreover, this set only costs 200 Shock Points. These ordinary items with no other uses in the system shop are quite cheap.

Lin Ye calculated that if each person was given a tent, a 2500-square-meter module could accommodate about 600 people.

Let's start with 10,000 sets. Last time, when the live stream ended and the results were tallied, DaYan had over 26 million viewers. Now, I estimate there are even fewer...

Ten thousand sets are enough to accommodate more than six million disaster victims; we can buy more if needed.

After silently confirming the exchange, my shock points were deducted, and 10000 house modules were added to my system inventory. A small house icon also appeared on the item page of the linked system inventory app on my phone, with the quantity multiplied by 10,000 in the bottom right corner.

Lin Ye put away the light screen and estimated the size of the training ground.

Eight sets should be enough to fit.

He then glanced to his left at the mass of at least twenty or thirty thousand people, a dark mass of people who had not yet chosen to step forward.

If you don't want to put in the effort, then don't leave yourself in the way.

Lin Ye's gaze turned cold. He turned his head and whispered a few words to Wang Meng. Wang Meng nodded, stepped forward, and his deep voice pierced through the rain, echoing across the training ground.

"Those who just stepped forward, stay here. The rest of you, return to your tents and do not linger!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing through the rain. The sound waves rolled across the ground, making many soldiers' eardrums buzz, and even the puddles at their feet trembled slightly.

The drill ground was flooded, and several low-lying areas had formed small ditches. Rainwater flowed down the terrain, making a gurgling sound, like tiny streams meandering through the mud.

Many soldiers who hadn't stepped forward were already feeling uneasy, and hearing this felt like a great relief.

They dared not look at Lin Ye, nor at their comrades who remained behind. Instead, they lowered their heads, staring at the mud splashing at their feet, and hurried away in a disorderly manner.

It wasn't that they didn't trust Lord Lin, but going to provide disaster relief at this time was too difficult, and too easy to lose their lives. Who doesn't have parents, a wife, and children? And if they died, how would their families survive?

With each step they took, this thought would churn in their minds, making their chests feel heavy and suffocated.

Some people were walking in such a hurry that they slipped and almost fell, but they didn't dare to look back and scrambled into the tent.

The tent flaps were lifted by them, making a loud rustling sound, like countless startled wings fluttering in the rain.

The rain closed in from all directions, gradually swallowing their silhouettes, leaving only a series of crooked footprints that quickly blurred and disappeared in the murky puddles.

"Tch." Liu Dabiao snorted through his nose, the sound not loud, but full of disdain.

On the surface, he pretended to be completely indifferent to what Lin Ye was going to do next, but in reality, he was burning with curiosity. That curiosity was like hundreds or thousands of ants crawling on his heart, making him feel uneasy all over.

So as soon as he entered the nearest tent, he pulled the curtain open a crack and peeked out.

The crack was very narrow, just enough for one of his eyes to fit through. He crouched down like that, peering through the crack with one eye.

Several soldiers who had followed him in also gathered around. Some put their arms around his shoulders, while others peeked under his armpits, all jostling each other to see what was going on.

The tent was dimly lit and the air was stuffy. The people huddled together smelled of damp sweat and rain, which made the small space feel even more cramped.

The curtain was deformed from being pressed down by them, and rainwater flowed down the folds of the curtain, dripping onto their huddled foreheads, but no one bothered to wipe it away.