Nie Li's face turned dark when he heard it was Songping County.
He remembered that Kong Xiaohong was the county magistrate of Songping!
Sure enough, after a while, Kong Xiaohong, the head of Songping County, ran up with a few strong men in a raincoat.
When he saw Nie Li, his expression immediately changed.
"Hello, Mr. Nie, hello, sir!"
Nie Li stared at Kong Xiaohong with a dark face.
"Kong Xiaohong, you have become more capable. Do you know what you are doing? If something goes wrong for tens of thousands of people, can you bear the responsibility?"
Kong Xiaohong is very afraid of his brother-in-law.
I also respect my brother-in-law very much.
He never spoke loudly in front of Nie Li.
But, today, he took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Report to Mr. Nie! This is our home! We cannot watch the soldiers risk life and death for our home, while we are waiting for relief at the foot of the mountain!"
The old man did something wrong as soon as he was told, and Nie Li wanted to hold him accountable.
He also quickly put down his pipe and said: "Mr. Nie, the county magistrate is not to blame for this. It was organized by us fellow villagers. We forced the county magistrate to come. Don't worry, everyone who comes has signed a life and death certificate! With the troops It’s irrelevant!”
But Nie Li was even more angry.
Nonsense!
"Life and death, what era is it!"
"I order you to take the people down immediately. If there is one missing person, I will ask questions about you!"
Kong Xiaohong, who never dared to speak loudly, shook his head.
"Report to Mr. Nie, I can't make the decision!"
Nie Li was exhausted.
"You can't make the decision? You are the county magistrate of Songping, and they are all your soldiers. Now you tell me that you can't command your soldiers?"
"I'll kill you!"
But Kong Xiaohong didn't flinch, and this was probably the toughest time in his life.
"Even if you kill me, I can't make the decision! At worst, I won't be the county magistrate! Let me go, no! This is the representative of the 300,000 people in Songping. Every household in Songping has someone. I If I take them back now, I can’t explain it!”
Kong Xiaohong said firmly.
"This is our home, we can't just watch! Wait!"
Nie Li's eagle eyes are as sharp as a knife.
The officers and civilians on the side did not dare to express their anger!
"Okay, you've become more capable! If you don't leave, I will send you away!"
"Mr. Song!"
Mr. Song on the side quickly answered!
"Send a battalion to escort the fellow villagers back!"
What could the common people do? Tens of thousands of men fell to their knees with a bang.
"Mr. Nie, we can't leave. These children are so tired. Can we replace them?"
"We promise not to cause trouble!"
Kong Xiaohong became anxious. Seeing that Nie Li was about to take action, he shouted loudly: "Brother-in-law, if you drive us away today, I will not recognize you as my brother-in-law! When you get back, I will ask my father not to let you in to pay New Year's greetings!"
I was so anxious that I dared to say anything.
He was also at his wits end.
Nie Li's face turned even darker!
Even the people around him looked at Kong Xiaohong in shock. They seemed to understand when they thought about Kong Xiaohong's name.
But more people are gossip-minded.
Even those warriors who were as tired as their grandsons showed strong signs of gossip.
The people of Songping are even more incredulous. Is the county magistrate so powerful?
Didn't you say that you just graduated from university? Why are you so stupid?
One by one, they were kneeling on the ground, but their eyes kept looking forward!
Nie Li's face turned into the bottom of the pot: "Don't threaten me, do you really think I lack your brother-in-law?"
"Take the stupid ones out of here!"
He also asked the fellow villagers to get up quickly.
But no one can help him.
at last. Master Song came up with an idea: "Mr. Nie, we can't let the fellow villagers feel cold. Why don't we let the fellow villagers load soil on the shore? It can also help the soldiers save some energy!"
Nie Li thought about it and found a way.
He said with a dark face: "Just look at the arrangements!"
"Go and ask the 15th Army if they can come up in the early morning!"
Commander Song held a moment of silence for the 15th Army. There was nothing we could do about it. I guess you were unlucky. Who told you to get into trouble?
The fellow villagers helped fill the sandbags and waited for the water flow to stabilize. óΠъ.oяＧ
Finally, just before two o'clock at night, the water flow stabilized.
Master Song quickly directed his men: "Quick, block the flow while the water flow slows down!"
The soldiers, who had rested for several hours, also recovered a lot of their physical strength.
Just carry the sandbag and leave.
A group of people blocked it in an orderly manner.
From time to time there would be one or two shrill screams.
That was the cry of someone hurt by the water.
Whenever there is such a person, they will be pulled up with a rope by the people on the shore, and another person will be brought up again!
When the fellow villagers saw that the soldiers were blocking the gap like this, they all felt panicked.
Pulling the soldiers around him, he said: "Sir, we know how to swim and our bodies and bones are okay. Come on, too!"
He said that he was about to jump down while tying the rope.
But he was shyly pulled back by the soldiers on the side.
The fellow was puzzled: "Sir, what do you mean?"
The young soldier smiled shyly: "I'm not a commander, I'm just an ordinary soldier!"
"We have discipline. You can dig soil on the shore, but you can't plug the gap!"
The fellow was angry: "Why? I'm going."
But the young soldier pulled the fellow over, said nothing, tied the rope himself, said something to the comrade next to him, and went down.
The fellow is really angry.
"Aren't you looking down on others? I don't care, I'm next!"
The comrade on the shore who was holding the rope laughed out loud, but he was much more cheerful than the shy soldier.
He smiled and said, "That won't work!"
The fellow said angrily: "Why?"
The comrade smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Soldiers have priority!"
The fellow was stunned.
Soldiers first, these four words were like a curse, constantly floating through his mind.
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