Facing such a monstrous torrent, Lei Yu's first words were: "Damn it, this young master came to the countryside to accept a test! But isn't this test in front of him a bit too big?"

Huaxiang Village has always been a quiet mountain village throughout history. Although the scenery is not as beautiful as a paradise, it can still be called a beautiful scenery. The villagers here are used to living a peaceful life, but they have never seen anything like this. A huge flood.

Facing the torrent of rolling mud, the villagers were all dumbfounded. Some of the less courageous ones were so frightened that they backed away. Especially the dignified village chief's second son Sheng Sheng, who was the first to run away. , and shouted: "Oh my god, how come there is such a big water? I haven't married a wife yet, and I don't want to die!"

Seeing how his son failed to live up to expectations, the village chief lost his temper and said, "Shengli, you coward, come back here!"

Victory means not looking back, running away in a panic, and disappearing after a while.

To be honest, Thunderstorm was a little nervous at this time, and there were even a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead, but this kid would never lose his momentum. He stood straight on the spot with his two feet and did not step back. Half a centimeter.

"Folks, don't be afraid. Let's strengthen the dams quickly. We must not let the floods destroy them!"

No one expected that the first person to loudly encourage everyone's morale was not the village chief or Director Ding, but Zhang Gazi, whose legs were shaking with fear when he pretended to be a secretary just now!

"Zhu Bajie, I have seven wives, please lend me your magical power to block this huge flood and protect this piece of pure land in this flower village."

The first person to resist the sandbags and rush towards the embankment was Han Sanfeng, who usually smiled like crazy.

The villagers were all moved by the spirit of this old man Han, but only Leiyu couldn't laugh or cry. He thought to himself: Damn it! How long has it been? You old guy still hasn't forgotten to pretend to be crazy. I really doubt you. Really crazy, or fake crazy!

Seeing that Old Man Han was rushing forward, how could the thunderstorm lag behind? He also shouted: "Folks, behind us is our land and home. We must not let the flood rush past!"

The folks in the small mountain village have basically never seen much of the world, so they are a little timid, but before such a big right and wrong, no one will be a coward that is looked down upon! At that moment, several strong men yelled, He resisted the sandbag and rushed forward.

With so many leaders, the remaining villagers, whose souls had been frightened away by the flood just now, also came back and joined the fight to protect their hometown.

It's too late, it's too soon!

Seeing the torrent coming from far away, it finally rushed down. The first line of defense built by Han Sanfeng and Lei Yu was able to withstand the first round of the flood.

But seeing the heavy rain getting heavier and heavier, it was like a waterfall filling the sky. Looking around, more violent flash floods were accumulating in the distant mountain ridges!

The madness on Old Man Han's face finally disappeared, replaced by a look of eagerness and worry. He quietly came to Lei Yu's side, gestured and shouted: "No! This flood is too strong, we can't resist it at all." We can’t hold on! Hua Village can’t be saved. Let the villagers retreat quickly, otherwise their lives will be lost!”

"What?" In the roaring rainstorm, Lei Yu only heard a general idea. He first took a look at the surrounding situation. The villagers were resisting with their hands and feet, trying desperately to consolidate the soil. There was only perseverance on their faces!

Leiyu shook his head helplessly and shouted with all his strength: "Folks, a more ferocious flood is coming. We can't hold on anymore. Let's run for our lives!"

"No! We can't abandon our home. This is our hometown that has been inherited from generation to generation! It must not be ruined in the hands of our generation, absolutely not!" The third grandfather, the most senior in the village, banged his cane hard and shouted hoarsely.
Chapter completed!