Sha Zhu's Rebirth in the Courtyard: Starting with Hitting Someone in the Head

Chapter 413 Earthquake in Sichuan

May 12, 2008, afternoon, at the National Martial Arts Training Base.

He Yuzhu sat in the library, his expression calm yet incredibly solemn. A cup of tea sat before him, steam rising from its rim.

He clearly remembered the Wenchuan earthquake from the information in his mind, but he couldn't say it. Back when the Tangshan earthquake struck, he was able to transport supplies there in advance. Now, given his status, he couldn't make up such stories anymore.

When the snow disaster ended, he used the pretext of corporate emergency reserves and disaster prevention as a safety net to specially approve Zhonghuan Group to become a nationally certified top-level emergency reserve enterprise, thus obtaining the official exclusive war preparedness qualification.

Established in Dongguan, Guangdong, this is a super-large comprehensive disaster relief reserve base. It maintains a year-round stockpile of heavy rescue equipment, massive quantities of daily necessities, and engineering equipment, which can be mobilized and deployed nationwide at any time.

After the Spring Festival this year, he allocated special funds and entrusted two instructors from Hong Kong's Huanzhonghuan Security Center, Han Weiguo and Zhao Tieshan, with full authority to form a professional natural disaster emergency rescue team.

After three months of integration, training, stockpiling, and drills, a top-tier professional rescue team of thirty people was created.

The team, led by two chief instructors, consists of 28 elite security personnel and includes two certified battlefield first aiders who are proficient in trauma first aid, shock management, crush injury stabilization, and battlefield emergency response.

The equipment is fully equipped and top-of-the-line: a complete set of rescue helmets, anti-glare goggles, puncture-resistant high-top boots, cut-resistant and abrasion-resistant gloves, quick-drying training uniforms, waterproof jackets, a 72-hour survival kit for individual soldiers, a first aid kit for individual soldiers, individual night vision goggles, and a portable infrared life detector.

Their communication system surpasses all other civilian teams nationwide, featuring six maritime satellite phones, a network of high-power digital walkie-talkies for the entire team, a massive amount of backup lithium batteries, and four sets of Beidou-1 positioning terminals.

(The biggest problem with the 08 earthquake: widespread damage to base stations, rendering mobile phones completely unusable)

The power camp is fully equipped with multiple high-power diesel generators, mobile super-bright searchlights, wind-resistant camp tents, and high-strength folding stretchers.

Medical supplies include a full set of wound dressings, hemostatic agents, splints, oxygen equipment, disinfection and epidemic prevention drugs, and gastrointestinal cold medicine.

He Yuzhu's space also contains traditional Chinese medicine supplies, including a large quantity of vacuum-sealed anti-epidemic decoctions, Chinese herbal granules, external wound hemostatic ointment, blood-activating and bone-setting ointment, and a complete set of silver needle moxibustion equipment.

There is also small rescue machinery and equipment, such as excavators, loaders, and small hydraulic lifting rescue equipment. A large quantity of emergency supplies for disaster victims is also essential.

The subsidiary airline of Zhonghuan Shipping has ten large civilian rescue helicopters on standby all year round, ready to be deployed in groups, airdropped, reconnaissance, and transferred wounded personnel at any time.

Two days ago, He Yuzhu summoned He Tie and the other ten male team captains separately.

He told the children that the road ahead was a life-or-death test of blood and fire, facing natural disasters, hellish trials, and the pain of separation and death. It was extremely dangerous, and they could choose to go or not, depending on their own will.

These ten boys are now between fourteen and seventeen years old. They have practiced martial arts since childhood, studied hard and understood principles. None of them backed down; they all volunteered to follow him to the death.

At 2:28 PM, thousands of miles away in Wenchuan, Sichuan, a massive earthquake of magnitude 8.0 struck!

Mountains and rivers fractured, the earth collapsed, towns were leveled, and mountains overturned, turning the entire western Sichuan region into a living hell in an instant.

Seismic waves travel slowly across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Seven minutes later, the ground of the courtyard house in Beijing trembled slightly, and He Yuzhu saw the tea water vibrate.

His expression changed, and he called out in a deep voice, "He Tie!"

He Tie led a group of ten people who stood at attention and responded, "Grandpa! We're here."

"Everyone pack light, follow me to the airport!"

He Yuzhu said no more and dialed the phone.

The first call was made to the Hong Kong Central Security Headquarters.

"Han Weiguo, Zhao Tieshan! Immediately lead the rescue team, carrying all infrared life detectors, satellite communications, supplies, medicines, and a full set of rescue equipment, and charter a plane directly to Guanghan Military Airport in Sichuan. I will arrive before you."

The person on the other end of the phone responded swiftly and decisively: "Received! Everyone will depart for the airport in ten minutes."

The second call was to He Xiao.

He Yuzhu spoke calmly and gave clear instructions:

"Immediately activate the group's highest-level emergency response plan!"

"Official announcement: Zhonghuan Group has donated 1.5 billion yuan in cash and 500 million yuan worth of supplies to the disaster-stricken areas of Sichuan. A subsequent 2 billion yuan post-disaster reconstruction fund will be established, bringing the total to 4 billion yuan!"

"The Dongguan military reserve warehouse has been completely unsealed! Heavy excavators, loaders, truck-mounted cranes, and engineering equipment have all been dispatched, using a green channel provided by the military and police, and are heading to Sichuan overnight by land!"

"A formation of ten rescue helicopters, transferred from Hong Kong, will fly to Guanghan Military Airport in Sichuan to stand by, responsible for reconnaissance, airdrops, casualty evacuation, and communication with isolated areas!"

Finally, the entire network was connected to the official disaster relief system, with supplies, personnel, equipment, and air power all working in coordination with the national command.

He Xiao calmly replied, "Understood! Execute immediately!"

Elite air support from Hong Kong, heavy land support from Guangdong, official announcements from the group, and helicopter formations – all four major rescue routes were activated.

Xinhua News Agency hastily released the news at 2:46 PM, and CCTV broadcast its first earthquake report at 3:00 PM.

Around 3 p.m., He Yuzhu led ten teenagers onto a private Gulfstream jet and flew directly to Guanghan Military Airport in Sichuan.

The two-hour flight passed in the blink of an eye.

In the evening, the plane landed at Guanghan Military Airport in Sichuan.

The moment the cabin doors opened, the ten teenagers, who had been living peaceful lives in Beijing, froze on the spot, their pupils trembling.

The military airfield in front of us is no longer in its original, orderly state.

Extensive cracks and collapsed corners were visible on the airport's concrete runway. Multiple sections of the outer perimeter wall had collapsed, with broken bricks scattered everywhere, and cracks were visible on the apron. In the distance, the barracks walls were cracked, and all the glass was shattered.

The entire airport was filled with engineers quickly filling cracks, and officers and soldiers urgently set up temporary command posts. There was a cacophony of voices, sirens blaring, and vehicles shuttling back and forth, creating a tense and solemn scene of disaster relief.

This was the first time in their lives that they had witnessed the reality of disaster firsthand, and it struck the young people's hearts hard.

Shock, bitterness, awe, and heaviness weighed heavily on their hearts, and no one spoke.

They received a notification from their superiors that the private jet of He Yuzhu, the world's richest man, and a chartered plane from the Hong Kong Zhonghuan Rescue Team would be landing one after the other.

The officer strode to the side of the aircraft and saluted.

His gaze swept over the row of young boys with childlike faces behind He Yuzhu, and he looked on with a puzzled expression.

The military has been urgently mobilized and is rushing to the disaster area; rescue forces are still en route.

They never expected that the first civilian rescue team to arrive in the disaster area would be led by the world's richest man, who brought a group of teenagers.

A colonel, his tone tinged with doubt and admiration, said, "Mr. He, your personal journey to the disaster area for rescue and relief efforts is truly admirable! But these children are still so young, and the situation here is fraught with danger, aftershocks are constant, and crises lurk everywhere. Why did you...?"

Faced with the officer's doubts, He Yuzhu remained calm and explained the situation with composure.

"Rest assured. These are members of the He family, the ten captains of the He family's guard. All of them have diligently practiced traditional Chinese martial arts, and are at least at the early stage of Ming Jin."

"In terms of physical fitness, endurance, reaction time, courage, and ability to avoid danger in dangerous buildings, each of them is comparable to elite soldiers and is capable of undertaking disaster relief and rescue missions. They are not ordinary children."

These few words stunned all the officers present.

The fact that the world's richest man personally led the disaster relief effort is already awe-inspiring enough. But who would have thought that these seemingly young and inexperienced teenagers were all masters of traditional Chinese martial arts?

In an instant, all the doubts on the soldiers' faces vanished, replaced by respect, emotion, and admiration.

The military mobilized tens of thousands of troops urgently, rushing day and night, but they have not yet been able to fully deploy to the front lines.

result!

A grassroots force, the world's richest man, leading his own trained youths, beat all other teams in the country to the punch and arrived at the front lines of the earthquake zone at the first possible moment.

Undeterred by aftershocks, undaunted by landslides, disregarding personal safety, they rushed to the front lines of the national crisis!

Several officers stood at attention, solemnly returned the salute, and said in fervent voices: "Mr. He, your noble character is admirable! The entire He family is loyal and righteous! You are worthy of our respect! You were the first rescue team in the country to arrive in the earthquake zone, buying us precious time for rescue. The nation thanks you! The people in the disaster area thank you!"

These words, each one resounding and powerful, reached the young man's ears.

The children, who were initially a little apprehensive, immediately felt their chests burning, their blood rushing, and their backs ramrod straight.

For the first time, they truly felt the meaning of their hard work and dedication in practicing martial arts.

They are the He family guards, martial arts practitioners, and the first disaster relief force to arrive!

Going to the country in times of crisis, rescuing people from danger, bringing glory to their families, and taking on responsibilities as young people!

An unprecedented sense of pride, honor, and pride filled the hearts of every young person. Their childishness faded away, replaced by determination, solemnity, and a sense of responsibility.