In Wolf Fang, I Became the Godfather of Special Forces

The youngest of these people are over forty years old, and the division commanders are over fifty.

But now, regardless of whether their bodies could handle it, they all had to rush to the front lines with the soldiers to fight the flood!

The soldiers in each regiment were greatly encouraged to see their leaders personally coming down to work with them.

They were already extremely exhausted and nearing their limit, but at this moment, even more strength surged up, and they fought even harder!

The TV hosts and reporters on site saw the leaders carrying sandbags together and immediately saw it as a hot topic. They quickly had their cameramen take pictures of the leaders, and even went up to them and pulled the division commanders aside to ask them to say a few words.

"Senior Colonel, you are the chief commander of flood control for this dam, and you are quite old. Why do you still personally come down to carry sandbags? Was it an order from your superiors, or did you choose to do so?"

The host asked quickly.

At the same time, she also asked the photographer to point the lens at the teacher's face, which was panting heavily.

After making several trips, the already elderly division commander felt as if his bones were about to fall apart.

But his eyes were unusually firm, even carrying a hint of anger.

Instead of answering the host's question directly, he warned him in a threatening tone: "Comrade! I ask you to leave here immediately and stop filming! We don't have time for your so-called interview right now!"

"I don't have much to say to you. Although I am your division commander, I am also a member of the flood relief team! That's my reason!"

"Now, please leave immediately and do not hinder our flood control efforts!"

After coldly finishing his statement, the division commander turned to rush back to carrying sandbags, but the host persisted, pulling him back and asking again, "Senior Colonel, could you please cooperate with our work? We are from the provincial television station! We have the right to interview you and report the situation here to the national audience!"

Upon hearing this, the division commander roared in fury, "If I cooperate with you, who will cooperate with us?!"

"Open your eyes and look at our soldiers. How many layers of skin have been worn off their hands and shoulders? They are still working tirelessly, racing against time to carry sandbags and build defenses! Every second you waste on them will delay our flood control efforts by another second! Do you know that a huge flood is coming soon?"

"We don't even have time to catch our breath, and you're making me waste my time cooperating with this so-called interview? Are you out of your mind? Get out! Get out of here!"

As he spoke, the division commander immediately shouted to his guards not far away, "You guys, drive all the reporters out of the cordon! If they don't comply, smash their cameras. I'll take responsibility for any consequences!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, several guards rushed over aggressively.

"Comrades, please leave the cordon immediately, otherwise we will take coercive measures against you!"

A guard sergeant, his face cold, shouted at the female host.

"You dare! We're from a TV station, we have the right to interview, you..."

"Do it! Carry them out!"

After the squad leader finished speaking, the guards immediately took action, each carrying one person on their back, and rushed out of the cordon.

"You bastard! Let me go! We're TV reporters, how dare you treat us like this! I'm going to file a complaint! Are soldiers so great? Does being a soldier give you the right to bully people? Everyone come and see, these soldiers are beating someone up!"

The female host shouted angrily, repeatedly slapping the guard with both hands.

But the guards didn't care about any of that and simply threw the two of them outside the cordon.

Then they continued to rush away from the other reporters who were pestering the soldiers for interviews.

"asshole!"

The female host, her face flushed with anger, shouted, "I must expose these barbarians! What are they! So what if they can carry a few sandbags? If they dare touch me, just you wait!"

A glint of malice flashed in the female host's eyes, and then she deliberately made her hair and clothes very dirty and messy.

"You hold the camera steady, and make sure every shot from here on out is clear."

The female host gritted her teeth and spoke to the man carrying the camera.

The man looked troubled and reluctantly advised, "The heavy rain is coming soon, and the People's Liberation Army comrades are also anxious to fight the flood. Don't be silly, let's evacuate to a safe area first."

Seeing that the male photographer was not obeying her orders, the female host's face darkened, and she threatened sharply, "Do you still want to be a full-time employee or not? If you do, do as I say! Otherwise, I'll call the station manager in a minute and have him fire you!"

Upon hearing this, the male photographer was deeply conflicted and tormented by his conscience.

After a while, he finally chose his future.

Who can blame them when the female host has that kind of relationship with the station director?

I can't afford to offend them!

The male photographer could only look with immense guilt at the People's Liberation Army soldiers who were desperately carrying sandbags and fighting against nature.

He then gritted his teeth and picked up his camera.

The female host gave a sinister smile and grabbed a handful of dirt, smearing it on her face.

He then rushed over to a People's Liberation Army soldier carrying sandbags, saying, "Young comrade, I see your shoulders are all chafed. Why don't you take a break? It really breaks our hearts to see you working so hard to repair the flood control line!"

The People's Liberation Army soldiers carrying sandbags had no idea what the female host was thinking. When she reached out to pull him, they immediately pushed her away and yelled angrily, "Get out of my way! Don't get in my way!"

The female host stumbled and fell to the ground in the mud after being pushed by him.

She was already in a terrible state, and now she looked even more pitiful.

She secretly pinched her thigh hard with her hand, and tears welled up in her eyes immediately.

"How could you do this to me! I care about you, and this is how you treat me! You even pushed me! How could you do this to a weak woman like me?"

As she spoke, tears began to fall from the female host's eyes.

The PLA soldier was immediately at a loss, standing there with his face flushed red, unable to defend himself.

"I'm sorry! I was in a hurry to build the flood control line, please understand."

The young man was both anxious and helpless. He hurriedly said a few words and then carried the sandbags back to the dam.

A ruthless glint flashed in the female host's eyes, and then she clutched her calf and began to wail.

"Ouch! My leg! Does the People's Liberation Army have no reason to beat people? Does the People's Liberation Army have no right to be unreasonable?"

"You just kicked me out of the dam, and now you've deliberately pushed me to the ground. Is this what the People's Liberation Army is like?"

The female host's words made the young man even more embarrassed; he was caught between not being able to leave while carrying the sandbags and not being able to stay.

The female host made a huge commotion, instantly causing an unknown disturbance.

The efficiency of building the flood control line was thus reduced considerably. When the division commander at the front saw that the speed had slowed down, he immediately came down to check.

Seeing that it was this female host causing trouble again, his already anxious heart instantly turned into endless anger.

He took three steps at a time and came to the female host who was sitting on the ground throwing a tantrum, and lifted her up from the ground with one hand.

He glared angrily and warned, "This is my last warning to you: don't interfere with our work, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Faced with her teacher's anger, the female host turned pale instantly.

Two lines of tears slid down her cheeks. This time it wasn't an act; she was genuinely terrified and cried.

"Guards! Get these two out of the front lines right now! Don't let them get in the way!"

The division commander ignored the female host's tears and angrily shouted at his bodyguard.

"Yes!" the guard replied, and then went with two other People's Liberation Army soldiers to drive away the female host and the cameraman.

"Don't touch me! This is a live broadcast! The whole country is watching you."

"We risked our lives to go to the front lines to do live reporting, and you so-called soldiers of the people attacked us!"

"This is absolutely outrageous! Do you think you're so great just because you're a division commander? Do you think you can look down on us ordinary people?"

"Do you believe I can sue you? I can accuse you of abusing your power for personal gain!"

The female host struggled and shouted at her superior.

The division commander's face was so black it could drip ink. Just as he was about to explode, a figure suddenly rushed in front of the cameraman.

Snapped!

Tang Ming slammed the cameraman's hand to the ground and coldly warned the female host, "Before you can sue our division commander, I can arrest you on the grounds of obstructing military operations!"

"Don't think you can fabricate facts just because you're carrying a camera! You're making things up! If the flood relief efforts are delayed because of the two of you, you'll be the ones facing a military court!"

"If you know what's good for you, get out of here right now! If I see you on the front lines again, it won't be as simple as just breaking a camera!"

Tang Ming's eyes were incredibly sharp, and his entire body radiated a terrifying rage.

The female host even felt as if her heart was being gripped, and it became difficult to breathe.

The cameraman was so frightened that his back went cold and he didn't dare to breathe.

"Send them down!"

Seeing that the female host had finally quieted down, Tang Ming quickly spoke to the guards.

"Oh, yes!" The guards then came to their senses and quickly led their men to take the female host and cameraman away.

"Report! Tang Ming, the platoon leader of the fourth platoon of the First Army Command Academy, is leading all the soldiers of the fourth platoon to provide support!"

Tang Ming turned around and saluted his superior.

Upon hearing that reinforcements had arrived, a hint of joy finally appeared on the division commander's face.

"Perfect timing! Hurry! Construct the flood control line as quickly as possible! We don't have much time! We must complete the flood control line within two hours!"

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

Tang Ming answered loudly, and then led his platoon of soldiers to join the effort to secure the flood control line.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy.

Tang Ming didn't care about anything else and used all his skills to carry as many sandbags as possible to the dam.

To conserve their energy and last longer, the others transported only one sandbag at a time.

Tang Ming, however, always carried four sandbags, and his running speed was even twice as fast as the others.

Everyone who saw Tang Ming's method of transportation was astonished and their mouths dropped open.

"Comrade! Comrade! Stop!" The division commander was shocked to see this.

Tang Ming was carrying four sandbags and was about to run up the riverbank when he heard his division commander's shout and had to stop.

"Commander, what are your instructions?" Tang Ming asked.

"Comrade, I know you want to build the flood control line as soon as possible, but with this kind of transportation, your physical strength will soon be exhausted."