Chapter 4126
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The whole rescue process involved the emotions of all the people on the scene. The villagers saw the soldiers who were even younger than their grandchildren carrying heavy mud bricks with their bare hands, and saw that they carried the fallen beams with their shoulders. Their faces were covered with mud, and the rain could not wash their faces clean.
"Tighten! 1、 Two, three Pull! "
"Cut all the mud bricks on the top! Come here with a rain cloth to protect the children from the rain! "
"You two remove the mud brick from the wardrobe! You two get down here! Hard working villagers help to transport the mud bricks together! "
Standing on the top all the time, the female soldiers carrying mud bricks are clear like a lark's voice penetrating the rain curtain. Every word is clear and floating into everyone's ears. She is very calm and there is no panic. The whole scene is under her command alone, and everyone obeys her command. No one will make their own opinions.
At this time, the village cadres cooperated with Ye Jian outside, took the mud bricks from above and threw them aside, all striving to rescue the two children.
The rescued grandmother was carried by a student, and a fellow countryman flashed a flashlight on the road and walked towards the neighbor's house.
The old man with broken head and blood kept talking about his two grandchildren, one for "big boy" and the other for "little boy". The low pain made all the students carrying her shed tears.
"Don't worry, we are here. We will save the big and the little. Don't worry." The voice of the students is calm and comforting, for fear that the old people can't understand them, and they will say it very slowly.
Holding an umbrella and holding a flashlight, the villagers also said: "yes, yes, you can put ten thousand hearts. Big baby and little baby are destined to meet comrades in the army. Don't worry, they will be saved. "
The old man doesn't speak Mandarin very well. The local dialect is very heavy and intermittent. The students who are burying their heads behind her hear it vaguely as if they are saying "thank you" constantly.
When grandma placed her in the neighbor's house, Ye Jian had jumped into the pothole that had been planed out. Her hand had grasped the little hand that was exposed outside the wardrobe. She pressed her finger on the thin wrist, and pulse through her finger abdomen for a while, so that Ye Jian's spirit was refreshed.
It's OK!
The baby is OK!
Now we need to lift up the collapsed wardrobe. Except for Xu Wen standing on the periphery and keeping a close eye on the wall, all five students stand on the mud brick pile, and speed up the removal of all the mud bricks pressed around the wardrobe.
No one said anything but to move and move. They all heard the little hand under the wardrobe. Grandma said that two children were hiding in the closet, one wardrobe and one big wooden cabinet, depending on which one.
Finally, the whole piece of mud brick around the wardrobe was moved away, and the pieces of rain and mud were sliced away by hand. Finally, it was time to lift the wardrobe.
Ye Jian tightly holds the little hand which is drenched by the rain. She leans down on her stomach and looks into the corner of the wardrobe with a flashlight.
In such a picture, Ye Jian finally understands why there is an included angle in the wardrobe dumping.
Because, the child's grandfather with his own body side up to block the wardrobe, and then a few mud bricks rushed out to block the wardrobe downward pressure, thus forming an included angle of only one child's body.
"Carry the cabinet, one, two, three! 1、 Two, three! "
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The whole rescue process involved the emotions of all the people on the scene. The villagers saw the soldiers who were even younger than their grandchildren carrying heavy mud bricks with their bare hands, and saw that they carried the fallen beams with their shoulders. Their faces were covered with mud, and the rain could not wash their faces clean.
"Tighten! 1、 Two, three Pull! "
"Cut all the mud bricks on the top! Come here with a rain cloth to protect the children from the rain! "
"You two remove the mud brick from the wardrobe! You two get down here! Hard working villagers help to transport the mud bricks together! "
Standing on the top all the time, the female soldiers carrying mud bricks are clear like a lark's voice penetrating the rain curtain. Every word is clear and floating into everyone's ears. She is very calm and there is no panic. The whole scene is under her command alone, and everyone obeys her command. No one will make their own opinions.
At this time, the village cadres cooperated with Ye Jian outside, took the mud bricks from above and threw them aside, all striving to rescue the two children.
The rescued grandmother was carried by a student, and a fellow countryman flashed a flashlight on the road and walked towards the neighbor's house.
The old man with broken head and blood kept talking about his two grandchildren, one for "big boy" and the other for "little boy". The low pain made all the students carrying her shed tears.
"Don't worry, we are here. We will save the big and the little. Don't worry." The voice of the students is calm and comforting, for fear that the old people can't understand them, and they will say it very slowly.
Holding an umbrella and holding a flashlight, the villagers also said: "yes, yes, you can put ten thousand hearts. Big baby and little baby are destined to meet comrades in the army. Don't worry, they will be saved. "
The old man doesn't speak Mandarin very well. The local dialect is very heavy and intermittent. The students who are burying their heads behind her hear it vaguely as if they are saying "thank you" constantly.
When grandma placed her in the neighbor's house, Ye Jian had jumped into the pothole that had been planed out. Her hand had grasped the little hand that was exposed outside the wardrobe. She pressed her finger on the thin wrist, and pulse through her finger abdomen for a while, so that Ye Jian's spirit was refreshed.
It's OK!
The baby is OK!
Now we need to lift up the collapsed wardrobe. Except for Xu Wen standing on the periphery and keeping a close eye on the wall, all five students stand on the mud brick pile, and speed up the removal of all the mud bricks pressed around the wardrobe.
No one said anything but to move and move. They all heard the little hand under the wardrobe. Grandma said that two children were hiding in the closet, one wardrobe and one big wooden cabinet, depending on which one.
Finally, the whole piece of mud brick around the wardrobe was moved away, and the pieces of rain and mud were sliced away by hand. Finally, it was time to lift the wardrobe.
Ye Jian tightly holds the little hand which is drenched by the rain. She leans down on her stomach and looks into the corner of the wardrobe with a flashlight.
In such a picture, Ye Jian finally understands why there is an included angle in the wardrobe dumping.
Because, the child's grandfather with his own body side up to block the wardrobe, and then a few mud bricks rushed out to block the wardrobe downward pressure, thus forming an included angle of only one child's body.
"Carry the cabinet, one, two, three! 1、 Two, three! "
……
The whole rescue process involved the emotions of all the people on the scene. The villagers saw the soldiers who were even younger than their grandchildren carrying heavy mud bricks with their bare hands, and saw that they carried the fallen beams with their shoulders. Their faces were covered with mud, and the rain could not wash their faces clean. "Tighten! 1 Two, three Pull! " "Cut all the mud bricks on the top! Come here with a rain cloth to protect the children from the rain! " "You two remove the mud brick from the wardrobe! You two get down here! Hard working villagers help to transport the mud bricks together! " Standing on the top all the time, the female soldiers carrying mud bricks are clear like a lark's voice penetrating the rain curtain. Every word is clear and floating into everyone's ears. She is very calm and there is no panic. The whole scene is under her command alone, and everyone obeys her command. No one will make their own opinions. At this time, the village cadres cooperated with Ye Jian outside, took the mud bricks from above and threw them aside, all striving to rescue the two children. The rescued grandmother was carried by a student, and a fellow countryman flashed a flashlight on the road and walked towards the neighbor's house. The old man with broken head and blood kept talking about his two grandchildren, one for "big boy" and the other for "little boy". The low pain made all the students carrying her shed tears. "Don't worry, we are here. We will save the big and the little. Don't worry." The voice of the students is calm and comforting, for fear that the old people can't understand them, and they will say it very slowly. Holding an umbrella and holding a flashlight, the villagers also said: "yes, yes, you can put ten thousand hearts. Big baby and little baby are destined to meet comrades in the army. Don't worry, they will be saved. " The old man doesn't speak Mandarin very well. The local dialect is very heavy and intermittent. The students who are burying their heads behind her hear it vaguely as if they are saying "thank you" constantly. When grandma placed her in the neighbor's house, Ye Jian had jumped into the pothole that had been planed out. Her hand had grasped the little hand that was exposed outside the wardrobe. She pressed her finger on the thin wrist, and pulse through her finger abdomen for a while, so that Ye Jian's spirit was refreshed. It's OK! The baby is OK! Now we need to lift up the collapsed wardrobe. Except for Xu Wen standing on the periphery and keeping a close eye on the wall, all five students stand on the mud brick pile, and speed up the removal of all the mud bricks pressed around the wardrobe. No one said anything but to move and move. They all heard the little hand under the wardrobe. Grandma said that two children were hiding in the closet, one wardrobe and one big wooden cabinet, depending on which one. Finally, the whole piece of mud brick around the wardrobe was moved away, and the pieces of rain and mud were sliced away by hand. Finally, it was time to lift the wardrobe. Ye Jian tightly holds the little hand which is drenched by the rain. She leans down on her stomach and looks into the corner of the wardrobe with a flashlight. In such a picture, Ye Jian finally understands why there is an included angle in the wardrobe dumping. Because, the child's grandfather with his own body side up to block the wardrobe, and then a few mud bricks rushed out to block the wardrobe downward pressure, thus forming an included angle of only one child's body. "Carry the cabinet, one, two, three! 1 Two, three! "
