He changed Tiwat

Fortunately, Jingyuan instinctively braced his right hand against the outer wall of the crack; otherwise, he might have even had his head sucked into the crack, and he would have truly sacrificed himself to block it, dying a heroic death underwater.

However, Jing Yuan was not far from dying a heroic death. Above him, a stone collapsed along the widening crack and hit his forehead.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Jing Yuan's vision went black, his mouth opened uncontrollably, air spilled out of his lungs, and water was immediately poured into his mouth.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye; even though Han Fulai was only two steps away from Jingyuan, he didn't have time to do anything.

But he can't do nothing.

In the critical moment, Han Fulai shouted in a low voice, "As firm as a rock," and his eyes instantly flashed with a sharp golden light.

The jade shield, which was originally meant to protect only him as a searchlight, suddenly expanded to include Jing Yuan's body. Although the shield could not stop the flowing water, it could stop the falling rocks.

At the same time, Han Fulai pulled Jingyuan out of the crack and then used his body to block it.

Jing Yuan coughed a few times and finally opened his eyes. He saw a golden shield above his head, and Han Fulai's back, combined with the golden light of the jade shield, made him look as majestic as a god.

"God...Lord?" The words "god" and "emperor" popped into Jing Yuan's confused mind at the same time.

Han Fulai certainly didn't come to sacrifice himself to plug the crack. In fact, he leaned forward into the crack so that his hands could simultaneously touch both the sandbag and the wall of the crack.

The golden light of the Jade Shield suddenly shattered and disappeared because Han Fulai changed the attribute of the energy output, switching from immortal power to demonic power.

Then, gritting his teeth, he squeezed out the last bit of energy and once again activated the power of the remnants of the demon god within his body, unleashing the power of the Salt God.

Under Han Fulai's all-out efforts, the collapsed sandbag wall and the piping crack slowly transformed into a solid concrete wall.

The crack has been plugged.

Only when he saw Han Fulai pull Jing Yuan safely ashore did Jing Cheng breathe a sigh of relief and rush over to hug his brother tightly.

In reality, they were only underwater for about two minutes, but for those worried on the shore, those two minutes were also two minutes of life and death.

In fact, without Han Fulai in the team, this agonizing one or two minutes would have continued for a long time. Locating the crack would take a lot of time, and plugging it would also take a lot of time. Moreover, accidents could happen at any time during these processes. Perhaps after a minute, Jing Cheng would never see his brother again.

Feeling embarrassed by Jing Cheng's embrace, Jing Yuan pushed his brother away and whispered about what had happened underwater, adding at the end, "If it weren't for Lord Han... I mean, Mr. Han's help, I'm afraid I really wouldn't have made it back."

Jing Cheng looked at the wound on Jing Yuan's forehead, rubbed his wet hair, and his eyes were red.

Before he went to war, he had promised his parents that he would take good care of his younger brother, but his brother almost didn't make it back.

Jing Cheng turned to Han Fulai, bowed deeply, and cried out, "Thank you so much, Divine Lord, for saving my life!"

So, after being promoted half a rank to "Commander-in-Chief Han," Han Fulai was suddenly promoted again to "Master Divine Lord"...

Chapter 370 Mathematics Doesn't Lie [4k]

In the eyes of these soldiers who were holding the Guiliyuan Dam, Han Fulai was practically a god, or even more so, because he could use such magical powers to reinforce the dam and plug the cracks. After all, immortals wouldn't go into the water with them.

As the commander, Han Fulai risked his life to enter the water with his soldiers, which greatly boosted morale. In particular, he saved the life of a comrade who went into the water with him, which is even more admirable.

Moreover, everyone knew that if it weren't for Han Fulai working day and night on the dike to reinforce it and "sprinkle mortar," the flood control dike would probably have collapsed several times already. If the dike were to breach, the first to suffer would be the soldiers of the Qianyan Army stationed there.

If you really think about it, Han Fulai may have saved many lives.

In the eyes of soldiers, those who share life and death on the battlefield are comrades-in-arms, forging a bond of life and death.

With the people's hearts and minds at heart, and everyone united in purpose, we have a greater chance of successfully resisting the flood.

In addition, the gratitude of the Thousand Rock Army soldiers flowed into his body as a force of goodwill, which helped his exhausted body recover more quickly. For Han Fulai, this was an unexpected bonus.

The title "Divine Lord" was rather embarrassing; even Han Fulai, with his thick skin, couldn't help but blush when someone addressed him that way.

Whether he is the successor of the Demon God or the successor of the Immortal Power, he is still only a half-baked one. The title of "Divine Lord" makes him seem like a "God plus True Lord"... Isn't that the Rock King Emperor?

Fortunately, not many people actually call him that; most of them are just joking. Otherwise, if a very talkative immortal heard this, he would probably ask if this "Divine Lord" is half a level higher than "True Lord".

That evening, the water level of the Bishui River rose sharply again.

This time, the water level of the Biyue River rose by a much greater margin than the previous two times, reaching an astonishing 15 meters, exceeding the highest record of previous years—of course, this does not include the flood record caused by the Demon God War.

Although the rain has stopped, the flash floods have not ended. If the flash floods from upstream continue to flow into the Bishui River channel, the water level downstream will naturally continue to rise.

The water level of the Bishui River is now the same as the designed height of the flood control dike. Standing on the dike, your feet will be directly wetted by the flooded river water.

Fortunately, in the past two days, Ke Qing and Han Fulai have directed everyone to temporarily raise the dike with sandbags as a precaution. If the sandbag wall is included, the height of the flood control dike should be more than 16 meters.

Moreover, the soldiers of the Chiyan Army and the workers of the water conservancy team are constantly building sandbags and mounds of earth, racing against time to raise the dam.

According to the design provided by Patrick and Galcha, the temporary height of the dam crest should be increased to about 17 meters, provided the dam structure can support it.

Based on past records, this height should be sufficient, but it's difficult to say for sure now, because no one knows when the water level will peak. 15 meters is clearly not the peak, and 16 meters is also very likely not...

More importantly, the design strength of rammed earth dams may not be able to withstand more violent floods, as evidenced by the dangerous situations that have occurred in recent days.

Unless Han Fulai has the ability to replace all the existing dikes with concrete structures—unfortunately, he cannot.

If things become unmanageable, for the safety of the Qianyan officers and soldiers stationed there, as well as the workers, Han Fulai must consider abandoning the Guiliyuan water conservancy project and leading everyone away as soon as possible. It's already quite an achievement to have accomplished this with a makeshift dam.

Although the "Guili New Area" is important, it is still just an empty plot of land that has just started construction. There is no reason for everyone to defend a piece of saline-alkali land that currently shows no signs of generating any benefits.

Han Fulai wouldn't use this to criticize Patrick and Galcia. To be honest, the fact that these two were able to complete this "engineering miracle" in such a short time and help them withstand the first two flood peaks already proved their talent.

The only entities that would suffer losses from evacuating from Guili Plains are Han Fulai and Keqing's "Guili New Area," or rather, the "Liyue Radiance" plan.

To be more specific, Han Fulai might lose to Ningguang in the struggle for supreme power in Liyue because of this.

After all, Ningguang's anti-corruption campaign has already taken down two stars, and the third star is probably not far off. If Guili Plain is flooded, Keqing's infrastructure plan, namely the "grand blueprint for Yuheng Star," will have to be suspended. The prospects for Keqing and Han Fulai's reforms will inevitably be questioned, and at least in the short term, they will not be able to compete with Ningguang's momentum.

In this kind of thing, falling behind even once means falling behind at every step; there's no way around it.

But compared to political interests, Han Fulai, whether from a contractual perspective or from his own conscience, would inevitably choose to ensure the safety of workers and soldiers.

The good news is that there is still some time before the third flood peak arrives, and the dam he has been working hard to reinforce these days has not yet caused any problems. He still has time to go and discuss a final decision with Patrick and Galcia—whether or not to abandon the Guiliyuan water conservancy project. He needs to hear the experts' opinions first.

There was a tent in the camp belonging to Patrick and Galcia, two Fontaine experts.

Although they didn't have to personally go to the dike for flood control, their work was actually no less demanding than that of the soldiers and workers on the dike. These past few days, the two scientists had been working tirelessly, calculating and predicting the water level based on the hydrological data brought back by the survey team. The prediction of a third flood peak was made by them.

The tent was covered with scratch paper for calculations, both on the table and the floor. Galcha had lamented countless times in the past few days that if the "calculation machine" were made, they wouldn't have to work so hard calculating.

But at this moment, Galcia and Patrick, two fellow countrymen who had always worked closely together, had a fierce argument.

How intense was it?

—That's the level that made Lu Tong cover his face.

The two had just started arguing and throwing punches at each other, while Lu Tong, who was trying to break up the fight, took a punch to both the left and right cheeks.

He was thinking to himself, thank goodness these two were the "frail scholar" type, otherwise his face would definitely be swollen by now.

Garcia and Patrick realized they had accidentally injured Luton, apologized to him, and stopped fighting, but the argument continued.

Lu Tong didn't blame the two gentlemen, because he knew that what they were arguing about wasn't something trivial, but something very important to Liyue.

The core of their argument was exactly the same issue that Han Fulai wanted to discuss with them—whether or not to give up on Guiliyuan.

"17.22 meters, 17.22 meters! This is the highest water level, this is the final calculation result!" Galcha was rarely red-faced, shouting with spittle flying everywhere, "Foolish Patrick, you must believe in mathematics!"

"You math lunatic!" Patrick, his face flushed, pointed at Galcia and yelled, "Stop your ridiculous arrogance! What if you make a mistake? Do you really think you're infallible? Who do you think you are, the god of mathematics?"

“I can’t be wrong!” Galchat said, his neck stiff and unyielding, just as he had when he applied for the “number pusher” project from the Fontaine Academy of Sciences.

Patrick spat at him, "Pah! Do you have data on the entire Biyue River basin? Does anyone constantly check your hydrological data? Do you know the probability of precipitation tomorrow—no, tonight? If it continues to rain, do you know how much error will occur in the data?"

"Hmph, I optimized the Academy of Sciences' 'River Flood Movement Evolution Calculation' model and added simulated 'rainfall-runoff' predictions. The rainfall and water level growth relationship these days is enough for me to complete the prediction! This data is a conclusion drawn after considering the probability of rainfall and data errors. There will only be a five-centimeter fluctuation range between the calculated result and the actual result!"

Galcha stared wide-eyed and pushed the paper and pen on the table toward Patrick.

"If you don't believe me, calculate it yourself. I'm just afraid that someone is ignorant and incompetent and won't be able to figure it out!"

Patrick glared back at Garcia.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

After a few seconds, Patrick suddenly sighed and sat back down in his chair.

"Lu Tong, could you please get us some tea? We need the strongest kind."

Seeing that the two seemed to be on the verge of reconciliation, Lu Tong was overjoyed and quickly nodded, "Yes, sir, I'll go and make the preparations right away."

After saying that, Lu Tong left the tent.

Patrick beckoned to Galcha, who still looked furious. "Sit down. I need to have a serious talk with you."

"Weren't we just having a 'good talk'?" Galcha was still furious.

Patrick shook his head. "That doesn't count. This can only be said when it's just the two of us."

He just asked Lu Tong to make strong tea, but his real purpose was to get Lu Tong out of the way and create an environment where the two of them could be alone.

Garcia didn't understand what Patrick was up to, but he still sat down as he was told.

“Galcha, my friend.” Patrick’s voice lowered, but his tone was much gentler than before. “Listen, this world has more than just mathematics; it also has ‘responsibility.’ You’re no longer at the Fontainebleau Academy, so you haven’t been exposed to ‘responsibility’ in a long time. Even if your research fails, you won’t have to go to court…”

"So what? Why do scientific research if you're afraid of failure?" Garr interrupted on the spot.

“Shut up and listen.” Patrick’s expression was so serious that Galcha was startled and involuntarily shut his mouth.

"We are outsiders from Fontainebleau, not from Liyue. We need to be aware of our place, understand?"

"What do you mean?" Galcha looked completely bewildered.

Patrick sighed again. He knew that Galcha would never think about such things. He was too far removed from the intrigue and backstabbing at the Fontaine Academy. His mind was full of mathematical formulas and he couldn't possibly have any room for human relationships.

Patrick slowly said, "Let's make a hypothetical scenario, just a hypothetical. Suppose that, based on your calculations, we advised Mr. Han to hold Guili Plain. But in the end, Guili Plain breached its banks, it collapsed, and many people died. Who bears the responsibility for that?"

“That’s impossible!” Galcha retorted loudly.

“I’m talking about hypothetical!” Patrick shouted back just as loudly.

"...When Mr. Han hired us into the water conservancy team, he said that all the data was provided by Liyue, and we only needed to make suggestions based on the data. The responsibility for making decisions based on those suggestions lay with him." Galcha recalled the agreement they made back then.

Patrick shook his head. "If something goes wrong, the responsibility will be ours. Don't you know what high-ranking technical officers at the Academy of Sciences would do?"

“But… this is our contract with Mr. Han, and Liyue is the ‘Land of Contracts’…” Galcha hesitated.

Patrick scoffed, "Fontaine is supposed to be the 'Land of Justice,' but do you think Fontaine has any 'justice'?"

Garcia fell silent.

Patrick paused for a moment, then continued, "I've been in Liyue longer than you, and I know more about it than you do. The situation in Liyue is far more complex than you realize. Even within Liyue, there are two factions involved in the Guili Plains construction project we're undertaking. I heard from Francis that Yuheng Star and several other Seven Stars don't actually get along very well..."

“Once the Guiliyuan dike breaks, even if Yuhengxing and Mr. Han don’t hold us accountable, others will, understand? Mr. Han has offered us very generous terms, and I feel we get along well. We have also done our best to cooperate with him… But first, we need to be alive to continue our research. When we offer suggestions, we must first consider the issue of ‘responsibility’.”

"You say you can hold Guiliyuan, so you must take responsibility. If the flood caused the accident, Mr. Han and his group are primarily responsible, then we who made the suggestion are secondarily responsible. Can you... bear that responsibility?"

By the end, Patrick's voice had grown increasingly soft.

“Think about it. If you propose to hold Guili Plains, you will bear the responsibility. But if you propose to abandon Guili Plains, you will not bear the responsibility. The construction period of the water conservancy project is tight. Even if we fail to withstand the third flood peak, the responsibility will not be ours. Liyue will still support our research. Moreover, even if we abandon Guili Plains, no one will suffer any losses. This place has been flooded many times in Liyue’s history. One more time will make a difference.”

“Galcia is the best thing for everyone, please think it over carefully.”

Garcia spoke.

He only said one sentence.

"Mathematics doesn't lie."

"Damn it!" Patrick jumped up, spitting out a string of slurred words, "You lunatic... you idiot, you moron!"

Garcia ignored him, picked up a pen from the table, grabbed a piece of white paper, and began to write and draw.

Patrick looked helplessly at his stubborn fellow villager.

To be honest, Patrick truly admired Galcia's talent, a fellow townsman from Petrique, and genuinely believed that he was a genius "born for mathematics," otherwise he wouldn't have recommended Galcia to Han Fulai.

But he never imagined that Galcha really had nothing but mathematics in his mind... Was he going to be dragged to his death by Galcha on Guili Plain?

At this moment, Lu Tong entered the tent carrying two cups of strong tea, along with Han Fulai.

The computer should be fixed by tomorrow night.

The repairman told me it would be fixed tomorrow.

I actually wrote it in the latest chapter. The reason I haven't updated in the past few days is because my computer broke down. It's not that I'm skipping it. I've had perfect attendance for this book for a year now, averaging about 15 words per month. To be honest, I'm quite disappointed that I didn't receive the perfect attendance bonus this month (even though it's a small bonus, it's still something, and I can still make a purchase). But there's nothing I can do about it, it's beyond my control.

A lot of the materials I prepared for this book are on my computer, including the outline and such. Without them, it would be very difficult to write even if I got a different computer.

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