Everyone looked at Zhang Shidong, looking at him like Superman in the movie, kicking all the medium gravels next to the boulder weighing hundreds or thousands of kilograms into the ditches next to the road. Seeing the damage to the ground, there should be no problem passing by off-road vehicles, and minibuses and small cars probably won't work.

Looking at the stones and sand, mud and water that were still rolling down, Zhang Shidong stood outside the road and half-squatted under the huge rock, and pushed the huge rock with both hands. Moving it away was not the purpose, but the purpose was to temporarily become a barrier, block the mud and rocks slowly rushing down, diverting them to allow stones of sufficient size to stay and accumulate on the huge rocks. Objects that can flow in Xisha mud and water flow along both sides to the highway. The buffering impact force of the huge rocks will be much weaker and will not affect the passing of the vehicles.

All the people and the dozen people in the car blocked in this area were stunned. A quick-responsive BMW started and drove towards the passage, leaving this area immediately and returning to a safe road.

Zhang Shidong leaned against the huge rock, held it with both hands, raised his right foot and kicked a basketball-sized stone out, hitting it straight on the front sign of the BMW car. He was so scared that the other party stopped immediately. Just as he was about to press the window to start scolding, some people from Lao Dun had rushed over and quickly moved the stones piled up on the section of the road that could affect the vehicle's movement and began to maintain order.

"Damn it, go outside to ensure the safety of all areas. Take out the gun, there are many mountains and dense forests, pay attention to the angle." Zhang Shidong spat very much, forget the water-release communication equipment on his cheeks. He pulled his neck and roared. The terrain outside area was complicated and it was a little worse when he was moving. If he stopped, he would have at least seven or eight places that could be ambushed.

Taking all possibilities as necessities to prevent them is Zhang Shidong's strategy. He is not afraid of trouble. He would rather do ten thousand more things and do one more thing.

After the road was cleared out, the off-road vehicle passed by swaying in the bumps. Lao Deng immediately asked the security personnel to scatter and defend the surroundings.

The leaders' cars passed one after another. The minibus seemed to be unable to pass. Those small cars were even more impossible. The mudslides on the road slowly flowed down from being blocked to forming a large-scale impact. The difficulty of people passing through increased, and if they were not careful, they would be taken away by a shock.

All the leaders got off the car, put on raincoats, took an umbrella, and gave out the off-road vehicle that could pass, and rescued the trapped people as quickly as possible. Disaster rescue often won the final victory at the beginning of the golden rescue time. Some people said it was forty-eight hours. In fact, the moment of self-rescue was the real golden rescue world.

As the surface of the road was smashed, it would take nearly one minute to drive over a distance of more than ten meters. People in the distance could see more and more gravel piled up on the huge broken mountain. The impact of the mudslide every time it fell, it would make people worry that Zhang Shidong would not be able to hold on in the next second.

No one said a word of nonsense, nor was anyone willing to waste a second of time. Seeing Zhang Shidong, they didn't know what it meant to him if they wasted a second of time.

The leaders stood in the rain, looked at Zhang Shidong, watched several off-road vehicles back and forth several times to transport everyone out, and everyone shouted loudly at the communication equipment: "Okay, you can come out."

They believed that the sound was already loud enough, but was this sound big enough for Zhang Shidong under the boulder? Can he hear it?

Lao Dun took a gun, and a professional soldier would be particularly sensitive to the sound of bullet shooting. He pulled the trigger continuously in front of Zhang Shidong. His idea was right. Zhang Shidong raised his head, and his iron-gray face was still clearly seen even in the distance, even if it was blocked by rain.

Lao Dun compared a sign language retreat gesture.

Zhang Shidong tried to move his body and found that the weight from his back and arms had exceeded his limit. The struggle between humans and nature was undoubtedly like an ant. The weight of gravel piled on the boulder exceeded that of the boulder itself. When Zhang Shidong moved, it dropped down and soon the road was blocked again. Everyone looked at Zhang Shidong with concern, watching him change from the posture of lifting the sky back mountain to the old turtle back mountain, and the boulder rose from forty-five degrees to a gentle slope of fifteen degrees pressing against him.

puff!

A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhang Shidong's mouth, and the entire huge rock swayed in his body, shaking as if he was about to overwhelm him.

He gritted his teeth and used the nameless martial arts, and all the true energy in his body was mobilized. He roared, letting his body sideways, allowing the huge rock to slide down from his body. Facing the rock mudslide that rolled down from the mountain, it was better to be pressed by the huge rock.

Rumble, this power gives people a feeling of tens of thousands of pounds. Is this person still a human? How could he have such a powerful force? Such thoughts only flashed in his mind, and more about whether he was safe. A stream of mudslide pouring down directly swallowed him. Everyone exclaimed, not wanting to see the figure washed away by mudslides.

He was like a mud monkey, and his whole body was nailed to the ground. Thunderous applause and cheers sounded from the audience. Seeing him walk out, Lao Dun and others rushed up with cotton coats and supported Zhang Shidong. Perhaps this was not a disaster, but Zhang Shidong's desperate behavior in order to avoid his difficulty in making a decision in terms of duties and human nature. But when a weathered mountain cracked and fell more than ten minutes later, and a large-scale mudslide was washed down, everyone looked at the covered area. If they didn't come out, can that kilometer area save everyone's lives?

Zhang Shidong paced, spitting out the mud mixed with blood, slid down to the car, sat on the ground, reached into his pocket, and the wallet was covered with mud, the closed money card was fine, the phone was fine, the cigarette turned into mud hookah, looked at it and threw it aside, handed over a lit cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth.

He raised his hand and didn't want to speak, but just made a few sign language moves to Lao Dun. That means don't bother him. If you are tired, you want to take a break.

The reporter from Huaxia Club is now full of literature. First, there is mainstream news. The leaders asked the car in the rain to build a road of life for the people. The article also prepared to match a few photos. The leaders' shoes soaked in mud and pants splashed in mud and stood in the rain with urgent cheeks.

Large segments of formed texts float through my mind and can become the front page headlines of major mainstream newspapers. Tonight's news broadcast will also highlight the important value of the first scene of news materials in the form of pictures for the first time.

I want to interview Zhang Shidong in the past, and write this person who created miracles into a hero of the new era. When I hold a camera and want to take a photo, I am blocked by the old shield. For these top security personnel, the reporter knows that although they don’t have any actual positions, sometimes the power is so great that you can’t imagine.

"Stop shooting, I won't let you report it. I don't think he wants to make himself a hero either."

Lao Dun's words didn't have much substantial things, but in the ears of this reporter, he became the object of his imagination. This is a group of people who can never win their honor in public. Thinking of the heroes who are widely praised for every disaster relief, although those honors are not as good as the lives they have dedicated, at least everyone knows that there is such a person named xxx who was once a hero who saved people.

If the person in front of him hadn't come out just now, who would know him? Perhaps, there would be such a passage in the dusty memory of history, as the only description of him: "A landslide mudslide at that time, a security guard around the leader gave his young life to cover everyone's departure."

There is no name or specific behavior, and the focus is only two words of dedication that most people will scan through.

He wanted to apply to the chief to write, and he wanted to write out the entire text of this experience for the general public to read. Perhaps few people would believe it, but today the people present and their relatives and friends would definitely collect this issue of newspapers, and would definitely remember the figure who could not see clearly. When they were old, they could tell the stories of real heroes to their grandchildren, and when they faced the recruitment of the troops, they would send their children and grandchildren there with a lofty attitude and let them truly go to the furnace for edification.

A few minutes later, the reporter saw the hero smoking a cigarette and stood up. The mud and water on his body were washed away by the rain. Like the security members, after the rescue team arrived, he accompanied the leaders to get on the car and continued their work and mission.

And here, only one legend, a legend belonging to an unknown hero will be left behind.

Perhaps after the disaster, the nearby people would ask a stonemason to make a stone man and place it on the roadside, carrying the stone man on the mountain, saving more than a hundred lives.

In the car that was temporarily mobilized, the leaders did not change their clothes. Instead, they looked at the figure sitting calmly in the corner, took off their raincoat, and coughed from time to time. Every time they coughed, he would take out his handkerchief and quietly put the handkerchief in his pocket. The warm wind in the car was very loud, and the warmth made everyone drowsy. The leaders who changed their pants, socks, and shoes were dispelled from their bodies, leaned on the back of the chair and closed their eyes.

Zhang Shidong looked back calmly, adjusted the communication equipment, and continued to command all security personnel normally. The previous intense surging seemed to have suddenly become far away from everyone's life, and they started working again.

In fact, the surging intensity was less than half an hour away from them.

Zhang Shidong's slightly hoarse voice was heard in the headphones, and every security member felt a strong sense of pride and honor from his heart, spurring them to do better if they already felt that they had done well enough.

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