That afternoon, another sound of propeller unique to the helicopter came from the sky. The victims of Bailian County have long been accustomed to the sound of this kind of plane. For others, this may be noise, but for them, it is a blessing to hope.

Unlike the helicopters that arrived in a hurry and unloaded supplies to transport the wounded, after the two military helicopters landed, a large group of middle-aged and soldiers surrounded an old man and stepped off the plane.

"Are these two camps the camps that were originally established?" As soon as the old man walked out of the coverage of the propeller, he pointed to the camps that had been replaced by military tents.

"Yes, the sheds that were just simple at the time have now been replaced by military tents with a certain degree of warmth." The middle-aged soldier next to him immediately responded.

"Let's go and take a look." The old man didn't say much and walked directly to the residences of the victims.

A large group of people were following the old man. When they were standing in the middle of the dirt road, they heard bursts of shouts coming from afar.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" A young and tall figure was holding a young woman and was running towards the direction of the helicopter. "Wait a minute, wait a minute, there are serious injuries here. The old man in front, hurry up and get out of the way!"

The old man standing in the middle of the road was stunned. He turned around and saw the young man holding the wounded. Without thinking, he stepped aside and made way for the road.

"Thank you." When rushing past the old man, the young man replied, and then stopped, rushing to the edge of the helicopter like a gust of wind.

The young man seemed to not recognize the sign on the fuselage at all. He forcibly rushed over the two guards and placed the young woman in his arms in the cabin with the open cabin. He said loudly to the young soldier who was stunned at him: "She is a survivor who had just been dug out. Four broken ribs on the left, and one of them injured a small blood vessel. Because it took too long, there was a lot of bleeding in the abdomen and the pressure in the abdomen was very high. I used a golden needle to temporarily control the bleeding, but I insisted on it for three hours at most. If I don't perform surgery within three hours, I will definitely die! You go back and send her to the hospital directly. Remember, before you get on the operating table, go and don't remove the seven needles on her body. Quickly, take off quickly!"

The soldier on the plane was about to say something, but heard the old man shouting not far away: "Do what he said, take off and take him to the hospital immediately."

"Yes!" The soldier hurriedly saluted, then made a takeoff gesture to the pilot, and closed the hatch door with the help of the young man.

"Hu..." The young man who watched the helicopter slowly flew up and breathed a sigh of relief turned around. Who would that handsome face be if it weren't Zhao Yongqi?

"Old...uh, General, Prime Minister?!" Zhao Yongqi, who was about to thank him casually, realized that the person standing behind him and smiling at him was the old man who often appeared on TV. He was stunned.

"Haha, little comrade, I know you! Zhao Zilong, Changshan!" The old man laughed loudly, and even the entourages and reporters next to him laughed kindly.

"That, just now..." Zhao Yongqi stuttered and shouted "Old man" before, thinking for a long time, but didn't know what to say, so he grabbed the hair and bowed to the end, "Sorry! I shouted casually."

Then the big boy raised his head slightly and said with a little nervous and cute voice: "That... won't catch me and shoot me, right?"

"Ha ha……"

With a burst of laughter around, the old man walked to Zhao Yongqi, patted his shoulder and held back his smile and said, "Of course I will punish you!" As soon as the old man said, Zhao Yongqi broke out in a cold sweat, but unexpectedly, the old man smiled kindly and said, "I will punish you to accompany me, the old man, and take a good look at this city flooded by disasters."

A day later, there was an additional photo on the Internet, and this photo was kindly called "the most powerful star photo of this century" by netizens.

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“… Then Brother He and others built another camp to accommodate more refugees.

...Xiao Baozi has been responsible for managing drinking water. So far, only a dozen people have diarrhea, and most of them have healed within a day.

...Two Brother Huzi and his team also dug out five living people today, but they are living less and less."

He accompanied the old man to a county full of ruins. Whenever he encountered difficulties, Zhao Yongqi would always stretch out his arm to support him. He kept talking about the experiences the old man asked for.

"Everyone else has done so much, what about you?" After listening to Zhao Yongqi's story, the old man looked at the lively disaster relief scene. His originally worried mood seemed to have relieved a little, and he asked with interest.

"Me?" Zhao Yongqi was stunned, scratched his cheeks that were stuck to mud and said shyly: "I'm just helping."

"Haha, this little comrade is not honest." The old man turned around and smiled at the entourage, which immediately caused a chuckle. He turned around and said to Zhao Yongqi, "The situation I understand is different. The people who were affected here all know that they knew a name 'Little Head'. The little head took them to build a shed, untied their clothes and food, and arranged plans. There were hundreds of people who came out with their own hands. Isn't it?"

"This... is just trying your best." Zhao Yongqi was a little stunned when he didn't expect the old man in front of him to understand so well.

As he was talking, a young man in military uniform ran over there and shouted all the way: "Little head, little head, I found a living person there. The dismantler can only open the top. The experts below said that they cannot move. There is also a very large cement board. Go and see if it can be moved."

"Hmm? OK, lead the way!" Zhao Yongqi's expression immediately changed when he heard this. He didn't even have time to talk to the old man around him, so he took a big step and rushed over.

"Hurry up, let's follow and take a look." The old man shouted to the entourage beside him and rushed to chase him.

When the old man walked to a ruin, he saw Zhao Yongqi struggling to carry the cement board with his shoulders. There were six or seven soldiers beside him holding both sides. A thin soldier was crawling under the stone slab and dragging a man out of the narrow hole.

"Here comes out, come out!" The onlookers obviously didn't notice the old man behind him. Seeing that he was rescued, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted.

"Does go, dos go!" Zhao Yongqi on the ruins saw that the person had come out and shouted with a blushing face. The people next to him seemed to know what he was going to do, so he hurriedly let go and ran down the ruins.

"Little boss, it's OK!" A soldier hurriedly shouted loudly when he saw that everyone else had retreated to the safe area, with a little anxiety in his tone.

At this moment, Zhao Yongqi had reached his limit, and a loud bang aroused a large area of ​​dust and blocked everyone's sight.

"Little boss?!" Everyone was stunned, and then a few people were about to rush into the dust.

At this moment, Zhao Yongqi's figure appeared, rubbed his sore wrist and muttered, "This human-shaped crane is really not an easy job."

"Haha..." The soldiers who heard his voice immediately burst into laughter.

The old man who was watching everything from a distance couldn't help but whisper: "Strength is driving the mountains and rivers and the spirit is beyond the world! This is the courage of the overlord back then!"
Chapter completed!