Chapter 165 (Chapter 165 (3rd Update)...)

At 9:26 a.m., all five roads leading to Changle were opened.

At 9:30 a.m., each team began to search for any missing personnel.

At 10:10 a.m., because the roads were too difficult to clear, after discussion, the troops decided to let the advance rescue team lead the team to walk to the seven shelters.

At 10:15 a.m., each comrade of the advance rescue team carried a bulging military backpack, a helmet, and small medicine bags filled with emergency medicines, lined up, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked through the ruins to the shelter.

At 12:05 a.m., the road leading to the city was simply cleared, and the engineers began to urgently rescue important equipment such as power plants and base stations.

While they were doing all this, the reporters who arrived as quickly as possible kept recording it all.

Tonight, the images they recorded will appear on the Zhongzhou News Network, so that the people of Zhongzhou can see them.

When they first received this task, this small team was quite unbelievable.

What does it mean that a major earthquake occurred in Changle, and a few hours before the earthquake, more than one million Changle residents were transferred to a safe area overnight by the People's Liberation Army sent by the central government?

This sounds impossible.

Whether it is earthquake prediction or the transfer of more than one million people overnight.

Therefore, on the way here, they were more or less skeptical.

But when they arrived in Changle, all the doubts turned into shock.

Changle was undoubtedly a beautiful city. Like other cities in Zhongzhou, it was working hard to develop, building small buildings, street shops, and even street lights in the city.

But now, under the bright daylight, they see devastation.

At a glance, all are ruins of buildings.

Every building is covered with heavy dust. According to the comrade of the rescue team who led them into this area, "This dust is actually quite dangerous. If someone inhales a lot of dust after the earthquake, they are likely to get lung disease."

So they all wear masks on their faces to avoid inhaling the dust at the scene.

Of course, he who introduced these things didn't know that Song Yao had made great efforts to promote them, and also promoted the fire and smoke masks worn by firefighters.

That was an improved version of the mask in Xinghe County, which was extremely useful.

The reporters naturally recorded this introduction.

They were all a little uncomfortable. Everything around them was very quiet. Although all the pictures were showing how tragic the city had experienced, it was reassuring that there were no casualties.

The biggest injured person they recorded so far was a rescuer. He injured his leg while trying to avoid the wreckage of the building that suddenly collapsed while clearing the road.

He was a little embarrassed during the interview. His face was pale with pain, but he still tried to smile.

"Actually, I am very happy. Even if I was injured, I am very happy because I am from Changle. When I saw that there was no one who needed rescue, I was sure that my parents were safe."

"It's just a little embarrassing. I guess they didn't expect that they were fine in the earthquake zone, but I was injured when I came to rescue."

Speaking of this, his ears turned red, and he was obviously worried about how to tell his parents about his injury.

The journalists all smiled kindly. Their team was always responsible for filming such situations. They had seen many life and death scenes and were used to seeing hell scenes. Only this time, they even laughed out loud at the filming site.

The tallest building in Changle City is gone.

The photographer could only record a ruin. The reporter stood on it and said with emotion:

"Standing on this ruin, hope has risen again. The people who once worked here are still here, and the people who built it are still here. As long as the people are still here, we can rebuild a new Changle."

The seven refuges also welcomed the People's Liberation Army who came on foot to deliver supplies.

There were naturally some injured along the way. Even walking on such uneven roads at ordinary times could cause them to fall, not to mention such ruins that were ready to face falling objects from high altitudes at any time.

But fortunately, no one was seriously injured. When a teammate was injured, other team members would naturally help.

After experiencing exhaustion-shock-fear-rejoicing, the people on the refuge entered the next stage: confusion.

The mountain collapsed, and it was obvious that most of their homes were gone. They had just experienced a wave of aftershocks. Even if they had survived the last one, they would probably be shaken down in the aftershocks.

How would they live in the days ahead?

They hadn't eaten for a night and a morning, and the children were crying with hunger. Where would they get food?

The troops stationed in the refuge area had no choice. They were urgently summoned and were busy as soon as they arrived. How could they have time to bring food?

But the strong adults had to starve with the troops, but the children, the elderly, the sick, and the pregnant women could not.

The troops in the seven refuge areas made the same decision almost at the same time.

They sent people out to pick wild vegetables and fruits, and picked up firewood to start a fire.

Everyone saw that the troops were as hungry as they were and had to work for them. Some people would recognize wild vegetables and volunteered to help. Some people brought food, but after thinking about it, they handed it over to the troops for distribution.

This was like turning on a switch. Everyone suddenly realized that they had brought a lot of belongings.

Many people began to put the things they brought with them that might be used on the grass in front of the troops.

At the critical moment, the troops naturally could not refuse them, but they still sent people to carefully record who sent these things and what they sent.

The smell of food soon filled the shelter.

It didn't matter if there was no pot, but many people fled with pots on their backs.

Even oil, salt, sauce and vinegar were brought with them. The most outrageous thing was that someone brought two fish out, soaked them in water and put them in a bag. After one night, one of the fish was still alive.

The tough grandmother who escaped with two fish generously said that she raised them and planned to send them to her pregnant daughter-in-law who lived in another city. However, since the current situation was special, she would raise two more after returning home:

"Don't remember my name. Pregnant women can't stand being frightened. Make fish soup for those pregnant women to drink to calm their fears."

Despite this, the young soldier in charge of recording still carefully recorded the two fish and specially marked them as two fat fish.

The various items donated by everyone were piled up on the ground. When the troops were cleaning up, they even found a few diapers in it. In the end, they shared them with a baby.

The food collected was not enough for everyone, but at least it was enough for children, the elderly, pregnant women, and patients.

When the children who were crying because of hunger stopped crying and calmed down with satisfaction, the adults also felt that they were not so hungry.

In order to relieve the pressure of hunger, some people began to keep silent and accumulate physical strength, while others thought that they should not starve in the same place.

The elders, led by middle-aged and elderly people, gave many solutions:

"In fact, belts can be eaten, did you know? Of course, I am talking about real leather, but fake leather is not okay. Bark can also be eaten, leaves can also be eaten, and roots can also be eaten..."

In their mouths, there is nothing that cannot be eaten. There was also an old man who dug out an earthworm and vowed that the earthworm could be eaten after being cooked.

"It's a pity that the earthquake shook those animals away, otherwise we could have killed a pheasant and eaten it."

"Don't mention it, we left in such a hurry, my two pigs are still in the pigpen, two pigs, how much meat is that."

"I didn't take my cattle and sheep with me, I don't know if they are alive."

"Don't mention it, my mother insisted on taking the old hen that lays eggs with her, I didn't let her take it at the time, now I think about it I really regret it."

Everyone mourned for the poultry at home, but most of them mourned with the thought that "they must taste delicious".

Some people have already set their eyes on the leaves on the trees, thinking that drinking leaf soup should be enough to fill their stomachs, but because the army gave everyone a bowl of wild vegetable soup with only a few wild vegetables, they temporarily gave up the idea of ​​picking leaves to make soup.

The advance rescue team arrived in such an atmosphere of "everyone looking for food".

It is not known whether they were fainted by hunger or brainwashed by the common people. When the soldiers who went to meet the rescue team saw the leather rope on the backpack of the rescue team, their first reaction was "I don't know if this leather rope can be eaten."

But soon, they didn't have to worry about this.

The advance rescue team not only brought enough food for everyone to have a meal, but also brought news that a large amount of supplies were just behind.

As long as the road is opened, a truckload of supplies can be delivered here.

After the excitement, the soldiers hurriedly took the horn and notified others with a hoarse voice.

Cheers resounded through the mountains and forests. The advance rescue team listened to the deafening cheers and looked at the Changle residents who were full of hope and smiling, and couldn't help but smile.

At 5:37 pm, the first truck of supplies arrived.

At 6:06 pm, Changle City was powered on and communications were restored.

At 6:01 pm, the refuge contacted the outside world for the first time and reported the situation to the central government.

[The total number of people arriving at the first refuge yesterday was 376,561, 322 were injured, and there were no major casualties. 】

【The total number of people who arrived at the second refuge yesterday was... No major casualties. 】

【The third refuge...】

The seven refuges have finished reporting. In this rescue race against time, Changle miraculously achieved the goal of zero deaths among residents under the 7.9-magnitude earthquake.

Even the critically ill patients who were urgently transferred from the hospital were kept alive by the generators with the efforts of doctors and nurses.

This is definitely a world miracle.

Even those Changle people who were transferred out overnight were surprised that no one died.

You know, there are more than one million people in Changle.

They all ran out, without a single one left behind.

At this moment, everyone who had just escaped death looked at the trucks of supplies, the teams in military uniforms, and the soldiers who were leading the way covered in dust, and felt extremely fortunate in their hearts.

At this moment, everyone realized that they were not the lucky ones who escaped the earthquake, but just ordinary Zhongzhou people.

Those who were still talking about the house and the remaining finances at home stopped talking about it.

Losing these things is certainly heartbreaking, but when I think of the entire Central Continent being supported behind them, and seeing the words "Come on, Changle" and "Hold on, Changle" written on the relief packages, as well as the suffixes of the cities behind them, I instantly feel at ease.

"I just heard from a PLA soldier that Changle has already started rebuilding."

"So fast? Wasn't there an earthquake that happened just yesterday?"

"Yeah, it's so fast. The People's Liberation Army won't just come over overnight and start construction. That won't work. I actually think sleeping on the ground is okay. Besides, don't we have tents now? We're not in a hurry to live in the house."

"These comrades are all very young. They look about eighteen or nineteen years old. Look, does that one over there look like my son?"

"It looks like it, it really looks like it, eh, he's coming over."

The two people chatting immediately stopped their expressions and watched the young soldier with a helmet full of dust coming over. They were about to say hello when they heard him shout:

"dad!!!"

Both of them were shocked: "Old Chen, this is your son!"

"It's really you, eh, aren't you in Cotton City? Why are you here?"

The young soldier was only nineteen years old. When he saw his father safe and sound, he said with red eyes: "We were sent to rescue. Dad, you don't know that I was scared to death when I found out about the earthquake at home. Where's my mother, my sister, they Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay. Everything is okay at home. When we ran out, we even took the dog with us. Your mother was learning to knit with someone, and your sister was playing with the children there. She was very happy with these children... "

The young soldier looked in the direction pointed by his father, and sure enough he saw his mother sitting cross-legged on the ground with a group of aunts, holding a long woolen needle that someone didn't know who had brought it out, talking and laughing while knitting.

My sister was playing eagle and chicken with a group of children. Because there were too many children, an "eagle" had to face more than thirty "chicks", and the laughter could be heard clearly even from such a distance.

This does not feel like a refuge, but like a collective outing for the whole city.

This is what the reporter team saw when they arrived. They quickly set up their machines and recorded the scene.

In the evening, Song Yao and the others sat in front of the TV on time and saw this picture that made people happy.

Didn't they work so hard just to see this scene?

Zhao Xiaodong turned his head excitedly: "Look, Yao'er!! We did it!!"

"I'm so happy!! You're so awesome!!! I'm going to give you my last piece of chocolate!!"

As a result, behind her, Song Yao was already sleeping soundly on Yuan Jiang's arm.

There was still half a piece of familiar chocolate in his mouth.