In Wolf Fang, I Became the Godfather of Special Forces

The young soldier's mouth was stuffed full, and his eyes were fixed on the eggs in the villager's hand, but he didn't reach out to take them.

This puzzled the villager greatly. "Child, take this and eat more."

"I'm full," the young soldier said, swallowing the food in his mouth and drooling.

Although he said he was full, his eyes never left the food.

"Nonsense! You only ate two sweet potatoes and one egg, how could you possibly be full!"

"Are you worried about not having enough food? Don't worry, everyone in the village has brought out their own grain."

"This is just the first batch; there's more to come. Eat up! You'll need the strength to fight the floods!"

As the villager spoke, he stuffed the eggs in his hand into the young soldier's arms.

But to everyone's surprise, the young soldier became even more resistant after hearing his words.

The other soldiers who hadn't finished eating also stopped and didn't take another bite.

"No, I can't eat this! This is all food from the villagers. If we eat it, what will you do? You'll all need to eat for a long time to come!"

The young soldier said somewhat anxiously.

"Why are you children so disobedient! You're here risking your lives for us, working yourselves to death to build the flood control line."

"Don't even mention eating a few of our eggs and sweet potatoes, we'd be willing to give you all our possessions!"

The villagers were extremely anxious when they saw that the others weren't eating.

He urged the soldiers to eat quickly, but no matter what he said, the soldiers just swallowed their saliva and didn't eat another bite.

Some even put the food they were holding back into their baskets.

These are the People's Liberation Army soldiers of China!

We will not take a single needle or thread from the people!

Ask yourself, what other country in the world has an army that cares for and loves its people so much?

"Eat up, this is all the villagers' goodwill, and our troops have already paid the people according to market prices. Eat as much as you like."

"Have a good meal and take a rest. The tasks ahead will be even more challenging. Only when you're well-fed will you have the strength to continue fighting the flood!"

The logistics squad leader heard the commotion and quickly explained to everyone.

As logistics personnel, they couldn't let the soldiers go to the battlefield hungry.

So we had already discussed it with the villagers in the nearby villages and purchased their surplus grain.

This was to ensure that the soldiers could have enough to eat while fighting floods and providing disaster relief, so that they wouldn't go hungry.

"Yes, yes, this leader has already discussed it with us. We've already paid for it. Children, eat up, eat up."

The villagers echoed this sentiment.

Hearing the logistics squad leader's words, the soldiers picked up their food again and put it in their mouths.

During those two hours, Tang Ming also expended a lot of energy. He ate six eggs and four sweet potatoes in one go before he felt that he had recovered some of his strength.

"You guys eat quickly, and after you finish eating, take a short rest. I'm going to check on the river embankment."

After speaking to the soldiers in his platoon, Tang Ming waded through the water to inspect the constructed river embankment along the way.

Although the first line of defense has been completed in a rush, some parts are certainly not sturdy enough.

He had to thoroughly check everything to make sure there were no errors before he could feel at ease.

Soldiers were lying everywhere on the riverbank. They were so exhausted that they fell asleep leaning against the sandbags, not caring that half of their bodies were still submerged in water.

Some soldiers were so tired that they ate half of their sweet potatoes and then fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at them, Tang Ming was filled with admiration, gratitude, and heartache.

They are all someone else's children, someone else's husbands, someone else's fathers.

Because they were wearing military uniforms, they were able to protect each other when disaster struck.

They had to leave their wives, children, and parents to come to the front lines and shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting their country.

Even so, there are still some selfish people in society who slander and exploit soldiers.

They didn't even treat soldiers as human beings, thinking that soldiers who received taxes from them should serve them.

But if it weren't for that patriotic and people-loving heart, who would be willing to leave home thousands of miles away and live a life that is restricted in every way?

Chinese soldiers.

The meaning contained in these four words is far greater than ordinary people imagine.

After checking everything and confirming that the flood control line was in good condition, Tang Ming found a place to lie down and rest.

Although he didn't expend as much energy as the others, it would still be better for him to rest.

There's still a tough battle ahead.

Two hours passed quickly, the rain was still pouring down, and the dark clouds in the sky were even thicker than before.

It had the imposing aura of dark clouds looming over the city, threatening to crush it.

"Guard! Any updates from the weather bureau? When will this rain finally stop?"

The division commander looked at the dark clouds in the sky and shouted loudly for his guards.

"Reporting to the commander, according to the latest news from the meteorological bureau, another round of torrential rain will arrive in two hours, and this torrential rain will last for three hours."

"The rainfall in these three hours will be 1.5 times that of before, and our first line of defense against floods may not be able to withstand this torrential rain."

"We must build a new flood control line behind the first one, and this flood control line must be at least one meter high."

The guard reported loudly.

"Damn it! What kind of weather is this! It's going to rain forever! Summon all commanders, begin the second round of siege work!"

"This time, I want them to build the second line of defense within three and a half hours!"

The division commander looked up at the sky and cursed, then immediately issued a new order.

"Yes!"

The guards dared not delay and immediately ordered the buglers to sound the emergency assembly whistle and summoned all the regimental commanders.

The sleeping soldiers opened their eyes almost simultaneously upon hearing the whistle.

Their eyes were bloodshot and their faces were exhausted.

Even so, they all got up from the ground very quickly.

Dozens of regimental cadres gathered in front of the division commander, their faces solemn and resolute as they awaited new orders.

"Comrades, in two hours, we will be hit by a massive rainstorm, and the water level will exceed our first flood control line."

"Therefore, we must build a one-meter-long flood control line behind the first flood control line within three and a half hours."

"Brothers! I don't care what it takes, we have to hold off this torrential rain!"

"If we fail to build the second line of defense by the end, we'll use our own bodies to hold back the flood!"

"Remember! We can die, but the millions of ordinary people behind us cannot die! We must win this battle!"

The division commander, his eyes bloodshot, stared at the vast floodwaters behind him and roared.

"Yes!"

All the regimental officers responded loudly and then went to their respective units.

The commanders of each regiment took the lead and rushed to the front to start a new round of emergency construction tasks.

All the soldiers were holding their breath, gritting their teeth, and running with all their might, carrying sandbags up the riverbank.

After resting for two hours, I ate some food.

They had also accumulated some strength within them, and each of them fought even harder than before.

Because they don't have much time left.

Once a severe rainstorm hits, the water level will continue to rise.

If they fail to build a second line of defense in time, all the people behind them will perish in the flood.

The entertainment reporters had all left, leaving only the war correspondents recording everything with their cameras.

There was no one to talk to, and no time to talk.

Everyone gritted their teeth and carried bag after bag of sand.

The wind grew stronger and stronger.

The rain gradually intensified.

Time passed slowly, and although it was still afternoon, the light had become incredibly dim.

The dark clouds in the sky made it almost hard to breathe.

With such intense exertion, Tang Ming's physical strength was gradually exhausted.

Even so, he still carried four sandbags at a time and ran along the riverbank.

"Hey bro, what's wrong with you? What time is it? You're still sleeping in? Get up!"

Just as Tang Ming was carrying sandbags and rushing up the riverbank, two soldiers next to him caught his attention.

One soldier lay curled up on the riverbank, seemingly asleep, while another soldier carrying a sandbag called to him from the side.

The soldier, curled up, waved his hand weakly to indicate to his comrade that he was alright.

Tang Ming glanced at it, then hurriedly carried the sandbags on his shoulder to the riverbank, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

When he put down the sandbags and returned, only the soldier remained, curled up on the ground with his face buried in the mud.

Tang Ming frowned, his eyelids twitched suddenly, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart.

He quickly scanned it with radar.

not good!

There's no heartbeat!