845 regiment.
Nie Li's heart bleeds when he saw this report, which was full of weight and responsibility.
The 845th regiment is a new regiment.
They have no prominent reputation and no outstanding military exploits.
But, at this moment, it entered Nie Li's heart.
Holding the pen in his hand, Nie Li didn't know how to face the families of these more than 700 soldiers.
Call Secretary Bai.
Stroke by stroke, I wrote a paragraph in my work notes: "Floods are merciless, but people are merciful!"
"The 845th Regiment of Merit!"
After a few words, I couldn’t write anymore.
"Seal the notes, notify them, and find these cute little guys if possible!"
Of course Secretary Bai knew what Nie Li was talking about.
Because this report passed through her hands before being handed to Nie Li.
Nodding heavily: "Okay!"
"Mr. Nie, the whole world is paying attention to this matter. Should we show our attitude?"
Nie Li shook his head slightly: "No rush! Relief first! Hundreds of millions of people downstream are still waiting!"
Disaster relief teams from various places have successively traveled to the disaster areas through various means.
And, at this time, how can students who are the future of the country fall behind?
They all asked their teachers for help.
"Teacher, we want to go home! We want to go to disaster relief!"
"Teacher, the friendship between classmates and the righteousness of the robe are not allowed for us to watch! We invite you to fight!"
"Teacher, please, let us go. It is important for us to learn knowledge well, but seeing the villagers in dire straits, am I still a human being sitting in this safe study hall?"
The teachers are human beings and were moved, and not only were they moved, but so were the higher-ups at the school. They also wanted to go, but they had to submit an application to the superior department first and get approval from their superiors.
Only then did students begin to organize.
The president of Peking University, who ran to the Ministry of Railways eight hundred times a day, almost cried when the Ministry of Railways saw him.
"Old principal, there really are no cars anymore, there are really no cars anymore. I can't squeeze out of even one carriage, so don't embarrass me!"
"I know how the students feel, but the capacity is limited, so I'm sorry!"
The old principal does not look like a high-ranking official, but more like an old man.
I know that the Ministry of Railways is in trouble: "We only need one train. We only need one train. We have to send those local children back first. Don't you know that those children are like red-eyed rabbits? They are all mine." The students are my children and I can’t bear it!”
Railway people are in trouble.
"We understand, we all understand. To be honest, my hometown is also there, but the overall situation is more important!"
"You always think I'm lying to you, but I'll explain it to you, Jin Ting, and I'll take you to see it!"
The station is bustling with traffic.
The trains are extremely crowded.
A group of people in railway uniforms shouted with tin trumpets. Some were dispatching, some were cleaning supplies, and some were responsible for transporting supplies.
Busy as hell.
It's like a war. Everyone had an anxious look on their face.
When the old principal saw this scene, he also knew that he really had no luck.
"Old principal, did I lie to you? There is really no way! Even if my son wants to go back to provide disaster relief, I can't arrange it!"
The old principal was silent.
With tears welling up in his eyes, he scanned the huge station.
"Good kids, they are all good kids! I won't make it difficult for you anymore! It will be difficult for you too!"
Hearing the old principal talk about railway people like this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for your understanding!"
Suddenly, the old principal saw a different train. The other trains were smoking and surrounded by a group of people, but that one was not.
And it's no longer on the railroad tracks.
His eyes were full of surprise: "What's going on with that car? Why isn't there any smoke?"
The railway man followed the old principal's finger and looked at the train.
Suddenly he realized: "That car, that car broke down and I didn't have time to repair it. Later, other cars started to need to be replaced with parts. You also know the situation these days. There are no parts, so I can only dismantle that car."
"It was put there waiting to be freed up for repairs. Now it can only be used as a spare parts warehouse!"
sigh.
At this time, one train can transport countless supplies and help many people in disaster areas.
He is also worried!
But machines, without emotions, will not break down because of human emotions.
The old principal's eyes flickered, revealing the light of wisdom.
He said anxiously: "In other words, that train can't start now, and there's nothing you can do about it, right?"
The people at the railway didn't know what the old principal had planned.
He said doubtfully: "Yes, it will take at least half a month to repair and replace parts. Many parts have to come from outside, or from other brother factories. There is definitely no way at this time."
The old principal slapped his thigh, shaking off the tears he had just shed.
Laughing loudly: "There is no perfect path for man. There is no perfect path for man!"
"I want this car. We are responsible for repairing this car. You can arrange it for me and get us on the road, okay!"
Railway people were shocked.
"Old principal, don't make trouble! This is a train. It was imported a few years ago. The parts are not easy to assemble, and they are not made in China. How can you modify it?"
The old principal looked confident: "Why can't it be repaired? Just tell me whether to give it or not. Our school has a railway major! It's the right one!"
The railway people were really annoyed by the old principal and couldn't accept him.
"Okay, old principal, whatever you say will be yours, you can do whatever you want!"
The old principal returned to the school with good news.
Countless professors, teachers, and students were waiting for the principal in the school auditorium.
The principal didn't even have time to drink, and his face was filled with joy.
"Colleagues, classmates! The train has been found!"
Hands dance wildly.
The students shouted excitedly: "The principal is mighty!"
"The principal is awesome!"
"The principal's sword never grows old! Ga!"
Everyone looked at this man angrily, he couldn't speak.
Is this word used here?
Fortunately, the old principal was not angry, but said with a smile: "But there is a problem."
Everyone's heart sank: "What's the problem?"
asked the bold student.
I have a bad feeling in my heart.
The old principal considered his words: "The train was found, but it's broken, missing parts, and has various problems. It can't be moved now!"
There was a crash.
"Principal, please don't make trouble. Students can't stand such torture."
"Yes, principal, you lied to us, didn't you?"
There is nothing better than great sorrow and joy in life.
The students were so excited that they really couldn't bear the bad old man playing like this.
The old principal looked at the students who were about to rebel, with a look of hatred, and scolded: "Why are you so anxious!"
"The train is broken, but we people are alive! Can't we, Beijing University, repair a mere train?"
"Professor Wang, you are a senior professor specializing in railways, do you think it's okay?"
Professor Wang was relatively calm: "What model and what parts are missing?"
The old principal rolled his eyes: "I don't know! I don't understand trains either! But I know that if this is my greatest ability, it's a broken train! If you can't fix it, just go to class honestly!"
A brief silence leads to a bigger explosion.
The students stood up.
Blushing and raising his voice: "Isn't it just a train? I'm a construction machine. If there are any missing parts, I'll bring someone to polish them."
This seems to be the beginning.
People in the railway major also stood up: "I am a railway major! I will take people to do maintenance first! On behalf of the railway major, I issued a military order. Tomorrow morning, students can board the train!"
This made the students look at this classmate with admiration: ωＷω.ＧoＮЬ.οrＧ
"Awesome! I, Liu Chun'er, am so good at running and so strong that I will work as a coolie for you! I still don't believe it. Can't our huge Beijing University repair a train?"
This guy is a sports major.
The male students moved forward bravely, and the female students were not to be outdone. They shouted like a woman: "Our art department can serve you tea!"
More and more people came forward, and the scene was chaotic.
There were shouts everywhere, which looked ridiculous, but they were the passionate shouts from the hearts of a group of young people.
The principal and the professors looked at these passionate young people with joy.
"I, the young Chinese man, am mighty!"
"I, the student of Yan and Huang, rise up!"
"You are the best class I have ever led, but you are by no means the last.
One session."
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