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

Chapter 417 Helicopter Rescue Team

Around 1 a.m., deep in the dark mountains of western Sichuan, the night sky of Yingxiu, which had been filled with only the rumbling and sobbing sounds, was suddenly filled with a series of deep and heavy rotor roars.

The sound grew louder and louder as it approached, drowning out all the other noises in the valley, making people's ears ring and go numb.

Ten imported Jaguar large helicopters broke through the dark, rainy, and fogy night and took off from Guanghan military airport on time, traversing mountains and valleys all the way to Yingxiu, the epicenter.

At midnight, He Yuzhu's private helicopter arrived at Guanghan Airport and made contact with He Yuzhu.

"Sir, the military aviation helicopters took off this afternoon to reconnoiter the epicenter. However, the canyon was shrouded in thick fog, and landslides kicked up clouds of dust, making visibility almost zero at night. They could only circle and take pictures at high altitudes and couldn't land at all. They tried to break into the canyon several times but were forced to turn back each time. Yingxiu and Wenchuan counties are both located in the Longmenshan Canyon, where the peaks on both sides are two to three thousand meters high and the canyon is narrow."

Helicopters flying in have no emergency maneuvering space. If they encounter turbulence or dense fog, there is nowhere to take shelter. If something goes wrong, they will crash into the mountain and die. All flat land is buried by landslides and rubble. There is not a single safe, flat helipad. Helicopters need a hard, open area to land. Landing on rubble will result in helicopters being pierced by gravel and broken steel bars, making them extremely vulnerable to crashing.

At night, it was pitch black, with no ground lights or ground navigation, making it a completely blind flight...

He Yuzhu interrupted the pilot, "I know how dangerous it is here. Are the military's small helicopters the same as your AS332 Super Puma?"

"Your crew is a specially trained mountain rescue team, capable of flying over complex terrain at night. I'll clear a safe parking area for you, and you tell me if you can fly to Yingxiu Town today? If you're capable, come on in, and each of you will receive a $500,000 reward."

"Yes, but that depends on my arrangements. Sir, these ten Super Pumas, converted into disaster relief configurations, can carry up to twenty-four people per cabin, with an internal payload of up to four and a half tons. But right now we're in the Longmenshan Canyon, with turbulent currents at night and a high altitude, so we absolutely cannot take off at full capacity."

Flying into the epicenter at night significantly increases the risks. Each aircraft carries only twelve to fourteen rescue personnel, along with small supplies such as portable life detectors, tents, rations, and first-aid equipment.

He Yuzhu nodded: "Okay, I'll do as you say. You fly to the Zipingpu forward base, pick up the personnel and supplies, and then fly towards Yingxiu. I'll start arranging the landing site and send you a message when it's done."

He Yuzhu had asked the local disaster victims in advance and learned that there was an open area left by a construction team along the Yuzixi River, but it was messy with fallen rocks and construction waste.

While the helicopter was still en route, He Yuzhu led several strong disaster victims to the scene. Together, they moved away rubble and broken steel bars, clearing a flat open space suitable for a large helicopter to land.

During the site cleanup, a batch of construction machinery was found left behind. The excavators and loaders had many dents in their shells from falling rocks, and some of the equipment was still barely operational.

After the site was cleared, He Yuzhu contacted the helicopter team and went back to rescue people.

The group then lit several large bonfires around the open space. The flickering firelight in the rainy night served as ground-based guidance signals to direct the helicopters in the sky.

Ten Jaguar large helicopters broke through the dark, rainy fog of the night and landed steadily on the newly cleared construction site, guided by the firelight on the ground.

More than a hundred people disembarked from the helicopter. Han Weiguo led twenty members of the Zhonghuan Rescue Team, and He Tie was also present. The rest were People's Liberation Army soldiers.

Everyone was fully equipped, carrying heavy professional demolition tools, hydraulic shears, manual dismantling equipment, multiple life detectors, encrypted walkie-talkies, emergency lighting equipment, as well as several large bags full of personal first aid supplies, compressed rations, and clean water.

Once everyone landed and stood firmly, they quickly formed a line.

Han Weiguo looked at the devastated town of Yingxiu, already prepared for the worst. He imagined Yingxiu as a chaotic hell on earth: roads collapsed, no one in charge, wounded everywhere, refugees running around, and cries that shook the heavens.

But when the group strode into the playground of Xuankou Middle School, everyone stopped in their tracks. The scene before them overturned everyone's expectations.

The vast playground was densely packed with disaster relief tents, neatly spread out over a large area. Each tent was crammed with four or five surviving people, including the elderly, students, and injured adults.

More than two thousand survivors did not run away or cry out in distress.

Everyone sat quietly to rest, helping each other bandage their wounds. Some looked after the children, while others took turns keeping watch for aftershocks.

Although everyone's faces showed lingering fear, exhaustion, and dust, the entire resettlement area was orderly, with food and water available, minor injuries treated, the wounded properly cared for, and lights on at night.

There is order within chaos, and stability that is outrageous.

The Zhonghuan Rescue Team, the People's Liberation Army soldiers, and He Tie all stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded.

They rushed into the epicenter at great risk, expecting to clean up the worst of the disaster, only to find themselves in a safe haven that had been prepared and properly resettled in advance.

The company commander leading the group was both shocked and puzzled. He immediately pulled aside a local disaster victim and asked:

"Fellow villager, may I ask who organized the resettlement, set up tents, and rescued the wounded here in advance?"

Several other disaster victims immediately gathered around, talking all at once, their tone filled with gratitude and awe.

"He's a kind person from out of town!"

"The entire town of Yingxiu collapsed; roads were cut off, water was cut off, and communications were cut off. No one could get in or out. He was the only one who managed to sneak into Yingxiu all by himself!"

"We were all in despair, thinking no one could possibly get in to rescue him, but he was the first one to come in!"

"The supplies from several shops in town, the medicines from the hospital, and the usable equipment were all painstakingly salvaged from the rubble by him, risking aftershocks and building collapses!"

"Yes, and that satellite base station that can transmit messages to the outside world, he also set it up overnight. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't even know how miserable Yingxiu is!"

"All night long, while everyone else was taking shelter from aftershocks, he was constantly rescuing people and performing surgeries, he never stopped!"

Everyone spoke one after another, their words utterly sincere.

From beginning to end, all the disaster victims knew was that he was a mysterious man with extraordinary abilities, great courage, and a kind heart. No one knew his name, his origins, or his identity.

The company commander immediately pressed, "Where is he?"