1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

The captain looked at the receding convoy, and his respectful gaze gradually turned into almost religious fanaticism. After a few minutes, he suddenly threw down his hat and caught up with the federal convoy together with other soldiers of the National Guard.

Disaster relief operations were launched quickly.

With sufficient preparation in the early stages and under Springfield's command, NGW's disaster relief efficiency was astonishing, and the supply chain demonstrated amazing organizational capabilities, far exceeding the "extremely organized" local self-rescue forces in Texas.

Small boats and vehicles shuttled through towns and villages cut off by the floods, searching for victims trapped on rooftops and treetops. Life jackets, food packages, and water purification tablets were airdropped at all costs, while professional divers burrowed deep into flooded houses to search for possible survivors.

Field hospitals were quickly set up on relatively dry high ground. Doctors and nurses worked around the clock to treat the wounded and deal with infections caused by sewage immersion. Medical resources were continuously transported from Louisiana.

Large transport planes risked landing at airports such as Austin that had not yet been completely engulfed by the floods, unloading tons of tents, blankets, canned food, drinking water and generators;

Engineering troops drove giant pumps to frantically drain water from key towns and dams;

Engineers braved the danger of landslides to repair roads and bridges destroyed by floods, trying to restore the lifeline of transportation;

Electricians were waist-deep in water, racing against time to repair the substation and restore power to some areas...

The more people rescued, the more determined they became:

Ms. Field is definitely blessed by the gods!

Because she could always pinpoint the most dangerous locations and issue the most effective instructions, in just a few days, she personally saved over five hundred lives!

The situation in Texas is improving step by step.

However, "hurricane season" is "hurricane season", and the scale of its disasters is far beyond imagination.

The hurricane brought unusually heavy rainfall, causing river levels to surge. In eastern Texas, near the Louisiana border, a dilapidated levee suddenly became vulnerable to collapse under the continued impact of the floodwaters.

Huge cracks spread across the dam like ugly scars, and muddy river water gushed out from the cracks. If the dam burst, the few remaining towns downstream that had not been completely submerged - including Riverton, a riverside town with thousands of residents - would suffer a devastating disaster!

When the news reached the NGW front-line command center, the atmosphere instantly became extremely solemn.

All large-scale engineering machinery and rescue equipment have been transferred to more dangerous or critical areas, and it is impossible to mobilize enough manpower to reinforce this shaky embankment in a short period of time.

Artificial sandbags are just a drop in the bucket in the face of raging floods, and time has become the most precious commodity!

"Report! The crack in the middle of the dam has widened! We estimate it can only hold out for an hour at most!"

On the other end of the line, the signalman's voice was hoarse with despair. The headquarters was completely silent.

Huey Long slammed his fist on the table:

"Damn it! Are we going to watch the entire Riverton be wiped out?!"

What followed was a long paragraph of ultimate curse words insulting the entire Texas political arena, but no one from the Texas military and civilians who took the initiative to participate in the rescue on the scene refuted it.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the lady standing by the window, staring at the endless rain outside.

After only a few seconds of consideration, Haruta slowly turned around, his face expressionless, his voice almost cold and calm:

"All able-bodied men in the command center, bring whatever sandbags, ropes, and barbed wire you can find, and follow me to the levee."

"what?"

Everyone was stunned for a while, until Chuntian grabbed a bundle of ropes and was about to walk out of the tent, then they reacted:

The president is going to personally fight to the death!

Immediately, an attendant rushed forward anxiously to stop him:

"Ms. Field! It's too dangerous! It could collapse at any moment! I'll lead the team! You can't go!"

"

Chuntian didn't even look at him, but walked straight to the door. He picked up a military raincoat handed to him by a nearby soldier, but didn't put it on. He just held it in his hand and asked:

"Everyone, what is the creed of NGW?"

"FBI!" (Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity)

Inside the command center, all NGW members stood at attention and roared subconsciously, giving a brief answer, and then received an equally brief response:

"So, move."

With that, Springfield opened the door and strode out into the pouring rain. Huey Long was the first to grab a shovel and chase after her: "Follow Ms. Field!"

The command center was empty in an instant.

Staff officers, signalmen, guards...all the men and even women who could move their legs grabbed any tools at hand, picked up sandbags, and rushed into the violent rainy night without hesitation, following the frail figure rushing towards the dam of death.

When Chuntian and his team arrived at the scene in the heavy rain, the scene before them was simply suffocating.

The muddy river water, like a raging dragon, ripped furiously at the fragile dam. The crack had widened to several meters, and muddy water, carrying branches and debris, roared out, rushing towards the low-lying town of Riverton below.

Earth and rocks are collapsing, and the dam is shaking violently, visibly, as if it will completely disintegrate in the next second. The sound of wind, rain, the roar of floods, and the wailing of alarms in the distance combine to form a doomsday lament.

The Texas self-rescue team that arrived earlier is now on the verge of collapse.

Some people burst into tears, some knelt down and prayed murmurously - no one thought there was any hope.

However, Chuntian also didn't even look at them and directly issued the order:

"Pile sandbags on both ends of the crack! Reduce the water pressure! Secure the sandbags with ropes and barbed wire! Quick!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already taken the lead in carrying a heavy sandbag, rushed to the edge of the most dangerous crack, and threw it into the rip where the turbulent waves were surging. Although the sandbag was immediately tilted by the water flow, it finally slowed down the impact of the water flow a little.

Seeing the president leading the charge, the NGW soldiers and the command staff who followed them immediately became furious!

No one hesitated anymore, no one was afraid anymore, all the soldiers, officers, staff, technicians, commanders...all silently turned into the most primitive manual laborers.

They carried sandbags, ran, fell, and climbed up on the muddy and slippery embankment, threw the sandbags into the edge of the crack, and even used their bodies to hold the bags against the flood, trying to resist the scouring of the flood;

Risking being swept away by the flood, the engineers hammered steel bars into the edge of the embankment and used thick ropes and barbed wire to secure the piled-up sandbag chains tightly.

Unity.

However, the power of the flood was beyond imagination.

The sandbags were like being thrown into the mouth of a giant beast, instantly being shredded and carried away. The ropes used to secure them were stretched to their limit, emitting a teeth-grinding groan, but the dam trembled more and more violently, and the cracks continued to widen!

"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough sandbags! There are still too few fixed points!"

The roar of the engineers below reached everyone's ears, triggering a deep feeling of powerlessness in their hearts.

The lights of Riverton Town were faintly visible in the wind and rain in the distance, like a candle in the wind.

Is there no hope at all?...

At this point, we should have done our best, right? If tragedy still happens, God will surely... understand...

At this critical moment, Haruta made a move that made everyone's heart stop and terrified:

She flung aside the obstructing raincoat and leaped directly into the edge of the surging, hellish crevice. The murky, icy floodwaters instantly reached her waist!

"Field!!!" "Ms. Field!" "Her Royal Highness the Saint!"

Huey Long's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared like a beast along with countless others! But in the next moment, they saw a scene that they would never forget.

Chuntian was not swept away by the flood. Instead, he was firmly anchored in the torrent like a rock. With his arms, he supported the earth and rock walls on both sides of the crack that had not yet completely collapsed. He even had enough strength to turn around and shout:

"Have you been kicked silly by a donkey? What are you doing? Use sandbags! Use ropes to block the front of me! Secure me! Hurry up!"

The president's body became the last dam! The most critical fulcrum to stop the flood!

She was clearly swaying violently under the impact of the surging waves, her figure was clearly as small as an ant, and so frail that it seemed as if it would be torn apart in the next second, but she just didn't fall down, and she was so majestic and majestic like a god!

“Hurry up!!!”

At this moment, Springfield's roar was more powerful than the roar of the waves, penetrating the soul! "Hurry!!!"

It was Huey Long who first recovered. He picked up his sandbags, tumbled and crawled to the edge of the crevasse, and quickly piled them into the water in front of Springfield. Then, this heavyweight in American politics, he jumped in without hesitation!

However, he did not have the powerful strength of a tactical humanoid like Springfield. If the latter had not been quick to rescue him, this "Big Brother Lang" would probably have performed a "Torrent Express Ticket" on the spot.

Seeing the two most senior leaders on the scene jump to their lives, everyone who was still standing felt a sudden buzzing in their heads.

crazy!

All crazy! Let's go crazy together!

"For Riverton!" "For Texas!" "For America!" "For the people!" "For Field!"

The second and third sandbags were piled frantically in front of Springfield by the soldiers;

The second and third soldiers followed closely behind, holding hands and jumping into the freezing flood!

With Chuntian's support, everyone formed a fragile yet remarkably resilient human wall made of flesh and blood!

"Fix the ropes! Tie them up! Tie the sandbags!"

Several engineers, all skilled swimmers, threw thick ropes to Chuntian and the others. Then, recklessly jumping into the slower current at the edge of the crack, they struggled to loop the ropes around their waists and tied the other end securely to the steel drill driven into the dam from behind.

Haruta and her followers used their bodies to buy precious seconds for the subsequent leak repair. With this "prototype dam", the subsequent sandbags were finally no longer easily washed away, and the ropes and barbed wire were reinforced layer by layer at the fastest speed!

The roar of anger, the sound of horns, and the roar of the flood resounded throughout the fields!

Time passed minute by minute, and when the sandbag at the last key position was firmly fixed by the barbed wire, and when the soldiers used their last strength to wedge the supporting wooden stakes and steel fibers deep into the embankment, a "miracle" happened.

Although water still seeped out stubbornly, the deadly, devastating outpouring was finally stopped!

The crack! It's blocked! The dam! It's saved!

At the last moment, the lives of thousands, even tens of thousands, of people were snatched back from the hands of death by a human wall built with flesh and blood and iron will, led by the President of the United States!

The exhausted people collapsed on the muddy and cold embankment as if their bones were pulled out, leaving only heavy breathing. Many people looked at their comrades around them, and then looked at the figure who was still standing at the front, tears mixed with rain rolling down their cheeks.

"Ms. Field! You...you..."

Seeing the disheveled Springfield climbing out of the water, Huey Long, who had been sent ashore early due to exhaustion, crawled to her, his voice choked with sobs and unable to utter a complete sentence, and an indescribable admiration and regret surged in his heart.

However, the first words the other party said were out of concern for him:

"Sanitar! Mr. Huey has hurt his arm!"

Huey Long belatedly felt a burning pain in his left arm. He lowered his head and saw a long gash that had been opened by the dirty water. Blood was gushing out and was soon washed away by the rain.

"Fei..."

"Okay, I'm fine."

Chuntian smiled and patted the man's shoulder, whose impulsive performance had surprised her. She wiped the mud off her face and looked down at Riverton, still besieged by the flood, but with its lights still on. She then looked back at the soldiers lying exhausted on the ground, their eyes fixed on her. She took a deep breath.

"My dear brothers! You are true warriors!" She was a tactical humanoid, almost impossible to die in this world; but these people before her were mere humans, destined to die if killed. No wonder, humans could not lose to humanoids.

Commander, this is the "spirit" you want, right?

After saying that, Chuntian turned back to Huey Long and his voice became efficient again: "Mission accomplished. Huey, organize the manpower and continue to reinforce the levee to ensure that everything is safe. The rest of you, rest for ten... twenty minutes. Then, we will go to Riverton, where there is still fighting."

"yes! !"

No one cheered, only a firm voice responded.

At this moment, the flame of faith completely overwhelmed the torrential rain and strong winds that were pouring down from the sky.

612 Iron Blood Texas

The news that President Springfield had jumped into the floodwaters and led the NGW rescue team to turn the tide with their flesh and blood, miraculously saving Riverton, was like a huge rock thrown into stagnant water, stirring up a huge wave that instantly swept across Texas.

A photo taken by a military reporter at the risk of his life began to circulate:

On the edge of a collapsed dam amidst a murky storm, a frail figure, nearly shredded by the gale, a blurry yet recognizable figure, leaps with all its might into the chasm of the roaring, muddy current. Behind her, more figures, frozen in the same resolute stance...

Amidst the radio's electric hum, exhausted yet energetic reporters described the unbelievable scene in trembling voices.

In the simple tents, NGW soldiers and Texans who participated in the amazing rescue operation excitedly told the victims about the president's bravery;

On the flooded streets, thousands of rescued Riverton residents and even more people downstream looked toward the levee and prayed.

The entire state of Texas fell into an unprecedented silence. Who am I?

Where am I? What do I see?

For the residents of Texas, when the floods were overwhelming and their hometowns were overturned;

Who is at the forefront?

Who used his flesh and blood to stop the raging dragon from bursting the dam? Who brought food, medicine and hope for survival?

It's not the damn state government that keeps saying "hurricanes are no big deal"! It's not the governor and his wife who have already flown away to some paradise and are living a carefree life!

It's Ms. Field!

It's a federal government rescue convoy!

It's these "kids" wearing strange uniforms and NGW badges on their chests!

Those deep-rooted suspicions, those instinctive resistance to the federal government, and those contemptuous sneers at Washington were all washed away in the face of the ironclad facts and the brilliance of humanity that transcended politics, leaving nothing behind.