Wang Gen stood behind the Ganjiang River embankment, looking at the familiar hometown behind him, Zeguo, and the soldiers who were sleeping on the military camp not far away.

Listening to the sound of the Ming athletes in his ears and the pain of the soldiers who were evacuated from the front line of the embankment to repair the wounded soldiers, Wang Gen felt that he could do something and should do something.

That year, he failed the Gengchen Palace Examination, and followed Hu Guang and other fellow villagers to return to their hometown, and went to Jishui County to become a clerk. When Hu Guang launched the Jiangxi Scholar Movement, he did not agree or object.

I am unwilling to agree because he is not as shameless as Hu Guang, and I have no objection because he does think that the current emperor is a good emperor.

Wang Gen didn't have much ambitions, and he didn't care much about the high-ranking officials. He stayed in the place to work and dealt with the people at the grassroots level.

However, a rainstorm that was rare in decades or even hundreds of years suddenly hit.

The Gan River runs through the north and south of the Jiangxi River, and the people of Ji'an Prefecture survive by the Gan River. In the heavy rain earlier, Luling County was flooded, but now the Gan River breaks its dam, and the entire Ji'an Prefecture is gone.

The Ming army came and repaired the sub-dike along the Ganjiang River. They even blocked the flood mouth of the collapsed dike with their flesh and blood to prevent more floods from gushing out.

These scenes of human power fighting with heaven shocked Wang Gen and greatly touched him.

Wang Gen decided to write down the story of the flood fighting front and then tell it to more people!

Thinking of doing it, Wang Gen turned around and returned to Jishui County, poured out the accumulated water in his study with a basin, wiped his hands clean, came to the desk, and solemnly lifted the pen.

"On July 21, 2018, the Ji'an section of Ganjiang River broke down and flooded the land. Ji'an Prefecture, which is a land of fish and rice, became a country of marina. Hundreds of villages outside the prefecture and county town were destroyed and tens of thousands of people were displaced.

This is a natural disaster, a natural disaster that is common in history. According to literature, Yin Shi, the disaster in the land of China has never stopped.

The earth moves, floods, droughts, locusts, and heavenly fires emerge one after another. The ancestors did not know what they meant, so they regarded this as the heavens angry and the heavens hated them.

The ancestors regarded disasters as punishment from God, bowed their heads and let them slaughter. The people died of cold and hunger, and corpses were everywhere, and plagues became the norm.

But this year, a group of soldiers, Wu Jian'er, was full of anger and regarded this disaster as the fault of the heavens. How could he hurt our people and destroy our homes? He was so arrogant and unyielding, setting a grand ambition to fight against the power of the heavens with his flesh and blood.

At the breaking point of Ji'an, tens of thousands of Ming dynasties held their arms, shoulder to shoulder, facing the impact of the flood peak, stalking with their heads raised, stepping on the mud, bathing in the turbid current, and standing at the breaking point, treating themselves as a dam, blocking the spread of the flood, forcing the flood to change and move easily.

From the lunar month to the lunar month, my Ming Dynasty athletes kept soaking in water. When they were removed, the fur on their bodies fell off in pieces. The miserable shape was that all the viewers burst into tears and felt the same.

It’s not easy to block the mouth of Gao Hong!

Rather than saying it was to block the mouth, it was to intercept the flow. Dozens of soldiers carried the shaft wood on their shoulders into the mud, filling it with sandbags across the cross section, and then using the mortal fetus as the standing wood to support it, carrying waves of floods, many soldiers were displaced by the internal organs of the severe attack, spitting blood on their mouths, and still gritting their teeth and persevering, and never retreating.

When I came out of the county town, the peak had been curbed. At the place where the camp was broken, hundreds of people had already been flooded. The elderly were only thirty-four, and the youngest was only 28 years old.

The parents wait in high school, the wife and children lean on the door to look forward to it, and there is no filial son or husband to return."

Tears shone out in a dazzling way. Wang Gen could not control his emotions and suddenly burst into tears. It took him a long time to calm down and continue to write.

"If you are born as a citizen of Jiangxi and protect your home, how can you all be entrusted to your relatives? Just by using this article, you will know the world and be the last writing of Gen."

After folding the letter, Wang Gen walked out of the study room and saw his wife facing him, solemnly putting the letter into the latter's hands.

"For your husband, you must go to the front line of flood situation."

Even though he is thin, he dares to try to win over Tianqing!

The wife covered her mouth and shook her head and persuaded her: "How old is the child? If you go, what will the child do in the future?"

child?

Wang Gen was slightly stunned and then smiled.

"If I don't go, I can protect my son only. If I go, I can protect ten or hundreds of people. In this way, I will die as much as possible."

After saying that, he looked at his wife deeply, turned around and walked, his steps firmly and resolutely.

In this way, you will die as much as possible!

"Catch it! Catch it!"

In Dehua County, Jiujiang Prefecture, a large group of shirtless athletes were cheering with their necks raised, and a strong young man with scars and arrows all over his body was raising his hands, with a two or three-year-old child crying loudly.

The Yangtze River collapsed, and hundreds of villages outside the Jiujiang Prefecture wall were swept away. Zhu Di, who was in Nanchang, ordered his efforts to save people. The Ming soldiers blocked the gap were divided into a part of them and wade around to look for the people who were asking for help.

"Haha, the little guy's voice is quite loud."

Zhu Gaoxu put the child on his neck and walked step by step towards the county town. The soldiers beside him were interested in teasing him for a few words, but suddenly his legs became weak and he fell into the mud.

From July 18th to the present, the Ming army teams that searched and rescued have not closed their eyes for four days.

The comrades beside him rushed forward to support him, but when he reached out, he suddenly froze.

"He's dead."

Zhu Gaoxu's steps were paused in the air, and then fell firmly, but two tears flowed out of his eyes.

He followed Zhu Di in the north since he was a child. He saw too many dead comrades in Tongge, which was already a heart-warming person. However, over the days, he had lost too many brothers and brothers, and none of these people died under swords like war. They were all exhausted and choked, and even suffered from pain.

After soaking in water for a long time, the flesh on my body had already exploded, and it turned white like tofu. I could stab it in with my fingers!

When he sent the child to the county town, Zhu Gaoxu turned around and planned to continue. He knelt on the ground with a depressed step as soon as he took a step. He couldn't stop sweating from his forehead and his whole body was even more shaking.

"It's okay."

Beside him, his comrades helped Zhu Gaoxu up and dragged him to a platform. He found a pot of hot tea from a nearby house. Zhu Gaoxu took the cow and drank it all, and then he collapsed on the ground in a slump, gasping heavily.

"Mr. Jun, have something to eat."

Many people came over and carried a bamboo basket with yellowed grain steamed buns.

The official warehouses of various provinces have been fully liberalized, and the grain from the car and ships is constantly transported to Jiangxi. However, now the roads in Jiangxi are muddy, so how can they be delivered to the people's homes in just a few days? The local official warehouses in Jiangxi naturally have to give priority to supply hundreds of thousands of troops. At least within half a month, the local people in Jiangxi must survive by relying on their own strength.

Holding the steamed bun, Zhu Gaoxu started chewing it voraciously. After eating three, he finally recovered some of his strength. He stood up staggeringly and wanted to continue. However, he found that many of his comrades around him were unconscious, sleeping or dead. After eating the steamed bun, they all lay on this platform without any movement. Only a few strong soldiers were still awake.

"Let's rest, Jun."

An old farmer knelt down in the direction of Zhu Gaoxu with tears in his eyes, and then all the people knelt down.

"We have nothing to repay Jun Ye, so we kowtow a few times. Thank you Jun Ye for your life-saving kindness."

"Get up, get up, get up soon."

Zhu Gaoxu hurried over to support him.

When the old farmer raised his head, he was already crying: "Mr. Jun., if it weren't you, my child would die! We will never forget your great kindness in our lives. We have never seen a soldier like Jun. "

Zhu Gaoxu remained silent, then sat down on the ground with a depressed tone, saying self-deprecatingly: "How many people have we saved? The dead are more washed away by the flood. I am incompetent, incompetent!"

The scenes of those children who were only a few years old being washed away flashed in front of Zhu Gaoxu's eyes, and the iron-clad man suddenly burst into tears.

He had already tried his best, but he still couldn't save it. This gap made Zhu Gaoxu not know how to face it, and these people were still expressing their gratitude to him.

After resting for an hour, most of the Ming army squad on the platform were shouted by Zhu Gaoxu, and there were still a few people who had not woken up. Maybe they would never wake up.

"Your surname is Zhu?"

When the soldier next to Zhu Gaoxu sat up, he glanced at a waist sign carrying Zhu Gaoxu's waist and asked curiously: "What's the name."

"Zhu Gaoxu."

Zhu Gaoxu looked down and then said in surprise: "Do you know the words?"

"Hey, who do you look down on me?"

A hint of pride appeared on the soldier's tender face: "I studied in the village for two years two years ago."

If you have studied in the hometown, you will have a good family life. Otherwise, where can ordinary people study at home, let alone go to the hometown or county school.

"Then why do you think about joining the army?"

"Aren't you reading the newspaper at the beginning of this year?"

The young soldier looked at him and admired: "I read the article by His Majesty the Emperor at the beginning of the year, so I came to join the army. It's good to be a soldier. It's great to expand your territory and defend your country. Hey, it's great!"

"I don't know if it's dangerous to be a soldier?"

"whispering sound."

He curled his lips disdainfully, and the soldier raised his head: "Isn't it just a dead person? Duke Wen said that no one has ever died in life since ancient times."

"Oh, I have even learned Wen Tianxiang's poems." Zhu Gaoxu slapped the warrior on the shoulder, "I have the ambition, I admire you, what's your name?"

"Hu Yin, from Huguang."

"Okay, I remember this name."

Zhu Gaoxu said, took down his waist card and handed it to Hu Yin: "I will give it to you. I will have a chance to drink with me in the future."

The soldier took the waist card and looked around. The five words "Gaoyang County Prince Order" made him tremble.

"Who are you?"

Thinking of Zhu Gaoxu's name, the words in his mouth trembled: "Are you a clan?"

Zhu Gaoxu smiled brightly: "Finish, I am the current emperor's cousin, we are the same grandfather."

Which grandfather can be a grandfather besides the founding emperor, Taizu Zhu Hongwu?

Hu Yin was so scared that his legs were weak and he was about to bow down, but Zhu Gaoxu was supported.

"But here, I am a soldier like you."

Hu Yin swallowed his mouth and suppressed the excitement in his heart. He looked at Zhu Gaoxu's naked chest and then didn't believe it.

"You are lying to me. If you were the emperor's younger brother, how could you have so many injuries on your body?"

How could the emperor's younger brother, the prince of the Ming Dynasty, have so many traumas on his body?
To be continued...