They were all reborn and became firefighters again?

Chapter 270 Tan Qianqiu

"Gonglong..."

In the ruins, a huge beam about four meters long, about 75 centimeters wide, and about twenty to thirty centimeters thick lifted up a piece of rubble that was pressed above it, forming a large pit.

At the moment when the beam was in the air, Fang Huai rolled on the spot, went directly into the pit, buried himself, found a relatively flat stone slab, and stood firmly on the life-saving ejector pole to ensure that even if the beam broke and fell, There is also something holding it up, giving life to the child below.

Gray stones were scattered on his head, and he couldn't look up. Fang Huai couldn't help but close his eyes, waiting for that moment.

However, there was no movement for a long time.

I just feel like the surroundings are getting darker.

When Fang Huai looked up again, the surrounding light could not shine even an inch. The top of the pit was tightly wrapped by dozens of people, and hundreds of hands were scrambling to put their hands under the beam.

Beside him, many people also jumped down, standing upright and supporting the beam.

"Move, move!" the major yelled at the crane.

A PLA soldier next to him used all his strength to support the beam and smiled at him with difficulty:

"Brother, how can you hold on alone? There are us too!"

"Yes, and us!"

There were sounds of taking pictures and reporters' trembling voices.

"It's BJ time now. At 8:08, the rescue has new vitality. Under this big stone slab is the life of a child. The support of a large beam is the desperate effort of dozens of lovely soldiers. In order to prevent the beam from breaking, they They used their bodies to support this beam! They are the hope of life and the backbone of the nation!"

The reporter's voice, carrying the hope of life, spreads to every corner of China through the medium of live news broadcast equipment.

Loyalty comes in times of crisis.

Countless people will shed tears for them.

Fang Huai held back tears, stood up slowly, and straightened the police badge on his helmet.

The beam was not broken.

As the soldiers moved the beam away step by step, the light spread, and everyone saw that there was a cement board with half of it broken under the beam.

You can already see that below is a podium.

"Come on, lift it up!" Fang Huai stretched out his hand to hold the cement board that still had a lot of bricks and gravel.

Several soldiers in the pit all stretched out their hands.

"One, two, start!"

This cement board is also very heavy.

But it was not as scary as that big beam. It weighed several hundred kilograms and was carefully lifted and moved away by a few hardened warriors with their bare hands.

The scene under the cement slab stunned everyone.

The people who were rushing back around were a little stunned when they saw this scene.

A middle-aged man whose back was deformed and dented was lying on the silver-gray podium with his arms spread out. His head was slightly tilted to one side. The glasses on his face were still wearing a frame, and he was wearing a blue and white shirt. There are also deep traces of oppression from the cement board.

Dark red blood stains were scattered on the podium, half covered by yellow dust, but still conspicuous.

Fang Huai bowed his head and saw that those huddled under the podium were not two children.

is four.

Everyone's body was still intact, but there was blood on one girl's pants, as if she had been scratched by something sharp.

That figure firmly protected the entire podium and the young students under the podium.

Everyone's throats were swallowing saliva, and they watched this scene quietly. Tension and warmth actually coexisted in this cold rescue scene.

"It's Teacher Tan! The teacher of Class [-], Grade [-]!"

"Yes! That dress... Director Tan, it's Director Tan!"

The surrounding residents, some of whom were still far away, actually identified the teacher based on his clothes and figure.

It is enough to show how deeply rooted this teacher is in people's hearts.

A woman's cry immediately shook the surrounding world.

"Qianqiu, Qianqiu..."

A woman wearing glasses crossed the isolation line with her child in her arms, ran over and sat helplessly on the ruins nearby.

A young soldier next to him stepped forward with red eyes, stretched out his hand, and felt his breath with hope.

But feeling the coolness and silence, he quickly retracted his hand, with a horrified expression, looking at the major above as if he had made some mistake, and said tremblingly:

"No... no more."

In fact, everyone already knows that the person is gone.

Because there was more than one dent in the back of his head, he had obviously been injured more than once. His entire body was still pressed under the heavy cement board for a full 30 hours.

There were some traces of facial movement on the table, towards the injured female student.

There, there was a trail of blood.

When Fang Huai saw the four students below, he already knew who this teacher Tan was.

Tan Qianqiu.

He had heard of this name and knew his story, but there were many heroic teachers at that time and he didn't know which earthquake zone this one was from.

Now, it appeared in front of him alive.

His students said that the girl under the table had been stabbed. Even though his brain had been injured once, he still spoke out to comfort the students and asked them not to scream, causing others to panic and to save their energy. , insist on living.

Before he died, he still persisted and taught the four students below him the last lesson.

Some people say that these words are false and are children trying to portray a great image of their teachers. Others say that China at that time needed heroes.But Fang Huai looked at the dragging blood in front of him and firmly believed in his heart that this was true.

In the few hours of the rescue, he heard from nearby residents that while standing upstairs, the earthquake started to shake slightly for about seven or eight seconds, and then violent shaking occurred after that.

The school started class at two o'clock. At 28:[-], the teacher was giving a lecture. He occupied a favorable position at the door. Instead of running outside, he used this time to gather four students under the podium, and then put on such a posture to protect the students. , such a long process, it is impossible to say that he has no chance to escape.

And that gesture represented that he was willing to use his flesh and blood, with the belief that he would die, to save these children.

The soldiers were watching this scene silently.

Around him, many people outside the isolation line also ran to high places to reach their feet and see Teacher Tan's movements clearly.

"Teacher Tan protected several students."

"Teacher Tan, you are so righteous!"

"My kid also studied in his class as a freshman in high school. Hey, such a good teacher didn't even run away!"

A man in his 40s and [-]s cried loudly and argued for him:
"Teacher Tan is the first batch of college students after the resumption of the college entrance examination! How precious were college students back then? Why can't they find a good job? They came to us to be a teacher for more than [-] years. Not to mention these dolls, we are all His students, we know how much he loves them! Usually he would pick up every stone that stumbles upon him, for fear of hurting the students, how could he run away in a big crisis?"

People around him were telling his stories.

But what the soldiers saw was just the scene in front of them.

This scene alone is great enough.

The major approached the figure, unable to conceal the tears in his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at the soldiers around him, then turned back and shouted:
"salute!!"

More than 200 right hands were raised in unison, and more than 200 military salutes were firmly fixed at the rescue scene.

The nearby residents also bowed in salute.

Such a teacher,

A camera crew nearby wanted to take photos of Tan Qianqiu's body, but was stopped by reporters.

"Stop taking pictures of the hero's body."

The camera crew sighed, nodded, changed the angle, and captured the salutes of the surrounding soldiers.

That moment doesn’t need to be photographed to be engraved in everyone’s mind.

A few hours later, everyone uncovered the broken blackboard not far from Tan Qianqiu.

When they were pieced together, words could be seen vaguely on it. In white chalk, the title of yesterday's lesson was clearly written.

"The Value of Life".

Where is the value of life?How much is it worth?
He has obviously found it. He spent the last moments of his life teaching this lesson to his children.

……

No.40 two hours.

May 5, AM, 14:7.

Everyone's hard work has entered dawn.

This morning's slogan has changed from "Golden 48 Hours" to "Golden 72 Hours" in time.

Next, it may become "golden seven days", "limit 168 hours", or "limit 240 hours".

People under the ruins may move and come into contact with water. As long as they have the opportunity to absorb energy, they may survive for more than ten days.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is golden time.

Cao Yi entered the scene of Hanwang Middle School carrying two bags of freshly fried fried dough sticks and a portion of hot bagged milk.

Some soldiers continued to dig, while others slept around a tent set up.

Looking around, he found Fang Huai who had just hunched out of a ruins tunnel, and immediately shouted:

"Fang Huai, why haven't you gone to bed yet? Go take a rest!"

Yesterday, firemen rescued people everywhere, and most people persisted until four or five in the morning.

But this is high-intensity work, which not only consumes physical strength, but also consumes mental energy. Even Cao Yi, who shouted that he had no time to sleep when he came, couldn't stand it anymore. At six o'clock in the morning, he and his brothers leaned together and beat each other fast. After a two-hour nap, it wasn't until the headquarters called them to have breakfast that they suddenly woke up like a fighting cock, thinking of Fang Huai who was still in school and hadn't eaten yesterday's dinner.

When Fang Huai saw Cao Yi, he wiped his hands with excitement on his face and said:

"Director Cao, here, three were rescued last night! Yesterday, ten children were rescued alive!
Milk, how many portions of milk?This child can be rescued immediately!The spirit is quite good!
And just now I heard the sound below!Someone is still on the lower level of the ground!When an earthquake strikes, the ground cracks and the first and second floors should be shaken down!
They had oxygen there, someone had his hands pressed down, and there was a girl actually cheering him on!
The space below is very strong, and it was not even affected by the four aftershocks last night. It will definitely be rescued!

Three children!Three more! "

Fang Huai said, taking the fried dough sticks and milk. He took a bite of the fried dough sticks, but left the milk untouched. He warmed it in his hand and prepared to send it to the child who was blocked by the steel pipe in the pothole.

The child's face was pressed, but fortunately, he could definitely drink some milk.

Yesterday, I encouraged each other several times and was very strong.

The child's whispers still echoed in his ears.

"Uncle, take your time, I can hold on."

"Uncle, I want to drink some of that sweet water just now. If I drink it, I can survive for a long time."

"Uncle, I heard someone coming out. I'm fine. Go quickly and save others first."

He supported the child's confidence, and that child supported his confidence.

"Eat first before going, take a rest and conserve your energy!" Cao Yi didn't know how excited Fang Huai was. Seeing his excitement, he couldn't help but remind him loudly.

Fang Huai waved his hand, leaving his back.

"I want three more tubes of glucose!"

(Chapter 312 points)
(End of this chapter)