Chapter 787

Meeting place.

On the open ground, there are four rows of tents, all of which are multi person tents. There are about 30 tents in total, with two rows on each side.

Most of them were in the dark, and a few of them were lit up with tent lights. Most of them were wounded and paramedics.

The night was gloomy and dark, with the continuous rain, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

It's nine o'clock.

In the outermost tent.

Several people huddled together, huddled together to keep warm in the cold air of early spring.

When they were sleeping soundly, a strong light came on and disturbed them.

Three seconds of reaction time.

People inside, bounce as fast as you can.

"It's nine o'clock."

Shaking the hands of the emergency lights, Dihai shining on the inside of the situation, Lang Sheng said to them.

For a long time, his voice was a little hoarse.

The party rose.

Under the emergency light, the whole tent is illuminated, and the situation inside is at a glance.

Eight people.

Dressed in jungle camouflage with uniform armbands on his arms.

Black for the bottom, the middle is two sword interlaced, white, black and white contrast, extremely prominent.

No fancy design, but full of momentum, unstoppable.

When they wake up, they walk this way, mumbling a few words, but their hands reach out to their raincoats and put them directly on their bodies.

"Where's the captain?"

It was mo quanqun who asked.

Drooping his head, di Hai is weak, "in the back."

Weidun, Mo quanqun raised his hand, heavily patted his shoulder, voice slightly heavy, "go to sleep."

"Well."

Di Hai nodded.

Others, in silence, quickly dressed and ready to go out.

Since three o'clock in the morning yesterday, the captain received the news and selected 24 people from the base to participate in the rescue operation.

It's just operational forces.

Their base, not far from Yunhe City, arrived directly by helicopter.

Then -

is the endless rescue operation.

The noisy city, in an instant, disappeared. They saw the ruins, the broken homes, the fragmentation, the death and survival, the despair and hope

Many of the victims were found by them in various attitudes, guarding, despairing, panicking and helpless Too many, all kinds of thrilling scenes.

They see too much shock.

Many times, they, the great men, have been in tears.

For more than 40 hours, they have been operating and rescuing.

Too tired.

Body and heart fatigue, even some numbness.

Now, they have only been lying down for half an hour and are about to start a new operation.

No complaints.

No one wants to complain about saving lives.

Because, while they are sleeping, there may be some people who are under pressure, breaking down and suffering, holding the last glimmer of hope.

Eight people. They'll leave soon.

Di Hai picked up the watch, set the alarm for half an hour, turned off the lights and poured directly inside.

Sleep.

Tired, too tired, tired of him, nothing else.

Two minutes later --

six people came in one after another. Someone kicked Dihai a few feet. Seeing that he didn't move, they dragged him inside again until he reached the corner.

At the same time, the others took off their raincoats, got wet and lay down beside them.

"Where's the captain?"

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