Chapter 262 Original Sin 71
The helicopter constantly flew back and forth, but the supplies it brought were still a drop in the bucket. The roads outside were blocked by landslides, and to let a large number of rescue teams enter the disaster-stricken county, they had to wait for the military rescuers to clear the roads submerged by the mudslides.
Song Lian was a company commander, and this time he led all his soldiers under his command, responsible for clearing the way and search and rescue work in the disaster areas. And now, his first task was to clear roads blocked by mudslides.
But before the road was cleared, another big problem appeared. The disaster in the county was too severe, requiring a large number of boats to transport victims, and for this, Song Lian was so worried that he scratched his head.
So many people affected by the disaster needed so many boats, one didn’t have to think to know that there must be a lot. Although the province was crisscrossed with water networks, it was all streams and small rivers, making boats useless. Where could one find decent boats to settle disaster victims?
Song Lian was so anxious that he almost pulled out all his hair, about to pluck out all three thousand trouble-making strands of a handsome soldier! Finally, it was Song Lian’s journalist fiancée who felt sorry for her future husband and inserted an ad on television, appealing for private boat owners to temporarily donate their boats for lifesaving purposes.
The province was full of water networks, and there were many people living by the water. It’s possible many households living along the water might have boats. Not to mention far away, just the villages and towns around the provincial capital of F City had many families living by the water with boats. Although not many, if every household was willing to donate, it could be a great help.
Yet Song Lian didn’t hold out much hope for this. Not to mention whether private owners even had boats, and whether they were willing to donate; even if they were willing, how many could they collect? And what impact could it have?
So after thanking his girlfriend for her kind help, Song Lian continued to pull out his hair day after day, determined to completely remove all his three thousand strands of trouble.
But before Song Lian could pull out all his hair, a savior finally came. It was one evening when a large truck was heading towards the camp where Song Lian and his men were stationed.
When the truck’s shadow was just visible, Song Lian received a report from his subordinate. He wasn’t sure if the truck didn’t know the roads were blocked and was just passing by.