In Wolf Fang, I Became the Godfather of Special Forces

"We not only need to build the flood control line, but also to fight floods and provide disaster relief."

"Therefore, we cannot use up all our strength at this time. We must save some strength to rescue the people later."

Hearing his commander's words, Tang Ming understood and replied with a smile, "Commander, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

After saying that, Tang Ming carried the sandbags and rushed up the river embankment.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade them, the division commander sighed helplessly.

do not care!

The situation is urgent; let's hurry up and build a flood control line.

Time passed slowly, and soon an hour and a half had gone by. Many soldiers had reached their physical limits, and the speed of building the flood control line had slowed down.

"Commander! You should take a rest! If you continue like this, your body won't be able to take it!"

The guard looked at the division commander, whose hands and shoulders were chafed raw, and tried to dissuade him with great concern.

"Get out of the way! Is this a time for rest?! Look at the people of this city behind us!"

"If we fail to build the flood control line within the stipulated time, all the people in this city will die!"

The division commander roared, his face contorted with exhaustion.

He carried a sandbag, panting heavily as he ran towards the riverbank.

Unfortunately, he had reached his physical limit. After running only a few steps, he stumbled and fell straight to the ground.

"Commander!"

The guard yelled, dropped the sandbag on his shoulder, and rushed toward the division commander.

Just as the division commander was about to fall, a strong hand reached out from the side and steadily supported him.

Even now, the division commander's hands were still firmly gripping the sandbags on his shoulders.

"Commander, are you alright?"

With one hand supporting the four sandbags on his shoulder and the other supporting his division commander, Tang Ming asked with concern.

"It's you?" The division commander steadied himself, looked up at Tang Ming in front of him, and was full of surprise.

He originally thought that Tang Ming wouldn't be able to hold on for long before he was exhausted.

Unexpectedly, an hour and a half later, Tang Ming was still carrying four sandbags and running towards the riverbank.

Moreover, judging from his complexion and breathing, he still seemed to have some strength left.

"Commander, let me do it. You rest for a while." Tang Ming grabbed the sandbag from the long shoulder and threw it up, pressing it onto his shoulder.

Even carrying five sandbags, Tang Ming looked relaxed and ran briskly towards the riverbank.

"Commander? Are you alright? How's your heart? Do you need some medicine?"

The police officer, supporting the division commander, anxiously inquired.

The division commander waved his hand and shook his head, saying, "I'm fine, my legs just went weak a little."

"Was that person named Tang Ming? Was he resting earlier? How did he still have so much energy?"

The police officer glanced at Tang Ming, shook his head, and replied, "No, he hasn't stopped for a single moment in the past hour and a half."

“He carries four sandbags each time, but it only takes him three minutes to go back and forth, and he has always maintained this speed.”

"Because of him, the speed of our flood control line construction has been greatly improved. It may not take more than two hours to complete the flood control line construction."

"What?!" Upon hearing the police officer's words, the division commander opened his mouth in shock.

He can carry four sandbags at once and make a round trip in just three minutes.

Moreover, it never stopped for an hour and a half, and the speed did not slow down.

How is that possible!

It's not that Tang Ming showed any special favor to his superiors or anything like that.

But after all, the division commander is over fifty years old, and the fact that he personally went down to carry sandbags with the soldiers is already a very good leadership quality.

This entire defense line still needs his leadership and command; if he falls, things will get very difficult.

Besides, given his physical condition, he really couldn't be of much help.

The torrential rain is still pouring down.

The reporters and hosts also didn't come out; they all ran into the tents to take shelter from the rain.

This stands in stark contrast to the more than 10,000 soldiers outside braving the rain to carry sandbags and drive piles!

"Don't these guys get tired? They've been carrying this for hours. Even an ox needs a rest!"

"Absolutely! We usually get back pain from carrying a camera weighing over ten kilograms back and forth for a few dozen meters. How come these people don't feel tired at all, carrying sandbags weighing over a hundred kilograms, constantly climbing up the dam, and getting soaked in the rain?"

The reporters and photographers were all horrified as they watched the group of soldiers running around like tireless mad bulls outside.

With the addition of Tang Ming's more than a thousand people, and their relatively high energy levels since they had just arrived, the overall progress was much faster!

The entire defense line was divided into three groups of people. A small group of people filled bags with sand on the spare sandy land below the dam.

Most of the people were responsible for carrying sandbags up the dam, which was tens of meters high.

The third part involves driving wooden stakes into the ground on the dam to secure the sandbags and prevent them from being washed away by floods!

Clear division of labor!

Everyone is fighting with all their might.

As torrential rains battered the area, the raging floodwaters above the dam accumulated more and more, and the force with which they impacted the dam continued to increase!

Fortunately, the entire division and Tang Ming were fast enough to barely raise the current levee to the same level as the flood, preventing the flood from rushing downstream!

"Hurry! Speed ​​things up!"

"There's no time!"

"Everyone, get moving!"

The company commanders of each company carried sandbags while encouraging their soldiers.

Tang Ming could clearly see that most of the soldiers were around eighteen or nineteen years old, just like him, and most of them were one-year or two-year veterans.

But with their tender bodies, they carried those sandbags weighing over 100 pounds back and forth to the dam countless times!

It should be noted that these are just soldiers in ordinary field units.

They can't compare to special forces soldiers like Tang Ming.

Even though soldiers are generally in better physical condition than ordinary people, few can withstand the excessive pressure over a long period of time!

Right now, they are only able to keep their bodies going through sheer willpower and faith!

For the sake of the lives and safety of hundreds of thousands of people, they must grit their teeth and persevere to the end!

Their hands and shoulders had been worn down by countless layers of skin, and the blood that had just flowed out was washed away by the mud and torrential rain.

Their skin, soaked in water, had turned white and become wrinkled.

The torrential rain and floods took away all the heat from their bodies, leaving everyone pale and bloodless from the cold.

Even so, everyone gritted their teeth and persevered.

With sheer willpower, they desperately carried sandbags, racing against the flood.

Finally, the water level stopped rising.

The flood control line is getting higher and higher, and this time, the People's Liberation Army has won the battle.

They successfully built the flood control line within two hours.

They stopped the flood and saved the people of the city behind them.

The exhausted soldiers were finally able to rest for a while, collapsing onto the flood control line, panting heavily.

When building the flood control line, everyone was on edge, and everyone had only one thought in their minds.

That means faster, even faster.

They had no time to pay attention to their fatigue and pain, and because their nerves were so tense, they couldn't feel their body's limits.

Now that the flood control line has been built, the tense nerves can be relaxed instantly.

Exhaustion, pain, thirst.

It all surged out instantly, and everyone was too exhausted to speak.

"Comrades, the first line of defense has been built! You've worked hard!"

Looking at those young, innocent faces, the division commander felt a pang of heartache, and his eyes involuntarily reddened.

These are all still children!

Driven by the responsibilities and missions they bear, each of them has grown into a true man today.

"We finally have a moment to catch our breath. Judging from the water level, we can rest for two hours."

"Everyone, take this time to rest and eat to replenish your energy and strength! A major battle awaits us in two hours!"

The division commander shouted loudly at everyone.

Then logistics personnel led civilians up with baskets filled with sweet potatoes and eggs to distribute food to the soldiers.

This is when you can see the discipline and quality of the People's Liberation Army soldiers, even when they are starving and their eyes are glowing green.

They didn't rush to grab the food like bees; instead, they waited for the local people and logistics personnel to distribute it to them.

Once they got their food, a sweet potato the size of a fist, they finished it in just a few bites.

They swallowed the eggs whole, wolfing them down one by one.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, there's no rush, there are plenty of eggs." A fellow villager, seeing how they were eating, felt sorry for them and wiped away tears.

"Here, eat, eat more. You are all good children. You have worked hard for us ordinary people."

As the villagers spoke, they stuffed eggs and other food into the soldiers' hands.