Chapter 4438
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Before Xia Jinyuan left, Xiang City entered a new round of torrential rain. The water level of Xiang River rose by 3 centimeters overnight. Ye Chien's University of Science and Technology received an emergency notice from 10 in the morning to 12 in the middle of the night. The sleeping Ye Chien and the others all gathered urgently. At 5 past 12 in the middle of the night, they left the University of Science and Technology to fight the flood.
This time, it was not to divert water from the city, but to carry sandbags to consolidate a town called "White Town" in Xiang City.
White Town's terrain was low. Once the dam was in danger, it was bound to be flooded by Xiang River's water. When the danger appeared, there was not enough manpower. Finally, they asked for help from the University of Science and Technology. Only then did Ye Chien and the others take action again.
All the third year students rushed to "White Town" and carried sandbags with the villagers.
Ye Chien, Xu Wen, and He Jing, the three girls were no exception. They all went to the front line and did not sit behind because of their gender.
Fighting the flood was not an easy task, but it was a high-risk operation. On the bus heading to "White Town", the instructor gave Ye Chien a piece of paper. Ye Chien was the representative to write a "Letter of War". The meaning was that if they were sacrificed, they were worthy of their military uniform.
In the three years of military school, this flood fighting was the first time the third year students really intended to carry out a task. Yesterday's kind did not count, at most it was assistance.
The atmosphere in the bus was somewhat tense. Xu Wen held He Jing's hand tightly and found that He Jing, who was as bold as Ye Chien, had a cold palm. When Xu Wen's hand reached over, He Jing immediately grasped it. The two people held each other tightly. No one dared to speak loudly.
The leading officer knew that the students were nervous, so he smiled and said: "Come, let's sing a military song. I'll set the tune."
The officer set the tune. The military song in the bus was loud and clear. Ye Chien bowed his head and wrote the "Letter of War" along with the shaking of the bus. Her psychological quality was the best.
After writing, Ye Chien's first thumb pressed on the red ink, leaving his fingerprint on the "Letter of War". Then the paper and ink were passed around the bus until the fingerprints of 45 students were all pressed on it. Finally, it returned to Ye Chien's hand.
After getting off the bus, Ye Chien handed it over to the instructor.
Along the way, military songs filled the air. In the end, the tense atmosphere disappeared, and they were even able to joke around.
It wasn't just Ye Chien's class. It was the same for the other classes as well.
How could a young student in his early twenties not be nervous when carrying out a high-risk mission for the first time?
Even if he was nervous, he had to do it!
Because they were the soldiers of the people!
Xia Jinyuan traveled with the director again. This time, he was in the same car as the director. As soon as the car door closed, the director, who was sitting in the back row, had a slightly strange expression on his face. Even his gaze was somewhat inquisitive.
The director felt as if he had touched upon … a truth that he did not dare to confirm.
When Xia Jinyuan found out that all the third-year students who went to fight the flood had left their fingerprints on the "letter of challenge", he pursed his thin lips. His handsome face was so cold that the dean, who had vaguely touched the truth, couldn't help but worry about it.
After driving the jeep in the rain for about ten minutes, the director, who was getting more and more suspicious, finally asked.
"What's your relationship with her? Tell me honestly!"
Afraid that the driver in front would hear him, the well-intentioned director lowered his voice and lowered his name. His gaze was fixed on the young lieutenant colonel, whose handsome face was obscured by the light from outside. He said again: "Answer me honestly!"
Xia Jinyuan, who had his back straightened, secretly stretched out his curled fingers. He turned his head and saw the director's face, which was even worse than the weather outside.
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