Binjiang Police Affairs-Chapter 983 - 650: Putting Good Steel to the Blade! (Part 2)

The commander took the inspection book and glanced through it, discovering that this 'uncouth' Civilian Militia Camp Commander was very responsible, basically inspecting every hour as required by the emergency construction unit.

One of the accompanying leaders noticed that Jiang Chunhui seemed somewhat impatient but could understand his emotions. After all, having held the fort on the embankment for so long, the conditions were incredibly tough, not only lacking money but even needing family to deliver meals, leaving a bitter taste. He instructed his subordinate to open the car door and handed Jiang Chunhui a bottle of mineral water, and after contemplating, also took out a cigarette for him.

Indeed, a high-ranking leader; he offers good cigarettes!

Jiang Chunhui lit up, savoring the smoke, and his evaluation of these high-ranking leaders before him improved considerably, at least they were approachable, unlike some who maintain a lofty demeanor.

"Leader, don't worry, my home is just below the embankment, my wife, children, and family are all there, others may dare be irresponsible, but can I dare to be irresponsible?"

Jiang Chunhui flicked the ash and pointed to a distant electric pole: "That's my family's paddy field over there; if the embankment breaches, it's my field that will flood first!"

"Comrade Jiang Chunhui, you've worked hard, you're a competent Civilian Militia Camp Commander."

"Competent in what position? It's just that I can't leave with the elder and children at home. If I could leave, I'd have gone outside to work long ago and certainly wouldn't take on this difficult and thankless job as a Civilian Militia Camp Commander."

"..."

Everyone has the right to pursue a prosperous life.

Being a village cadre offers little money, it's normal for people to want to go out to work. Faced with Jiang Chunhui's reluctance to continue as a Civilian Militia Camp Commander, the commander was momentarily speechless.

At this moment, the rumble of a diesel engine "thud thud thud" came from the river.

Turning around, he saw an outboard boat weighing around two hundred tons slowly approaching.

Several Red Flags were planted on the boat, and several soldiers, shirtless but wearing life jackets, stood at the bow.

"They've come; the troops have arrived! Leader, I'm sorry, but I won't be accompanying you." Jiang Chunhui tossed away his cigarette butt and jogged over to greet them.

The people on the boat threw ropes, Jiang Chunhui helped tie the ropes up, and then helped the warriors onto the shore.

"Camp Chief Jiang, what's with those cars?"

"They should be here for inspection, trying to pass through here, I didn't allow it."

"Thank you."

"I should be the one thanking you. Xiao Du, see here, not only have no cars passed from this side, not even people, yesterday there were so many mud holes, today they're the same number of mud holes, if any are missing, I'll be responsible!"

"Camp Chief Jiang, I feel at ease with you here."

"Let's hurry and get to work, it's too hot."

The embankment is hot, but the boat is even hotter, like a sizzling iron plate; otherwise Du Yuan wouldn't be shirtless wearing a life jacket.

In the afternoon, three embankment sections need to be filled, two sections inspected, and the pace must be quick, or it will miss the evening movie.

Du Yuan had no time to care which leaders came for inspection, opened the briefcase issued by the Hong Kong Garrison, took out the emergency construction drawings, spread them out, and accordingly searched for mud holes one by one.

These holes were drilled by him, he recalled the total number roughly and their positions.

But emergencies requiring protection due to cracks are numerous, and many holes were drilled, it's easy to muddle them up, still, it's more secure to verify against the drawings.

He queried crack positions and checked conditions of embankment sections within five hundred meters, and worked alongside Han Camp Commander and Li Camp Commander, plus two assigned assistants to pull out plugs one by one, then stood up to take the mud injection pipe handed by the old platoon leader from the Hong Kong Garrison, inserting them into the holes one by one.

The mud pipes used on the boat are oil pipes, made of copper, quite sturdy.

After inserting the pipes, soft hoses were connected to the Mud Separator, then the thick pipes linked the Mud Separator to the boat's mud pump.

The roar of the machine sounded again, and the mud mixed on the road here began continuously pouring into the embankment...

Taking advantage of the mud injection break, Du Yuan took out a stack of engineering documents, sprinted to the Civilian Militia Camp Commander's grass hut to fill them in hurriedly.

The commander had never seen such emergency construction before; while the Civilian Militia Camp Commander wasn't paying attention, he walked through the "Emergency Protection Zone" where passage was forbidden, entered the hut to see what the soldier was doing.

He hadn't known before, but seeing it now amazed him.

The soldier was genuinely engaged in engineering; the documents were comprehensive!

Project overview, hydrology and meteorological conditions, engineering geology... all dazzling.

Descriptions like 'emergency engineering territory groundwater is of porous type phreatic, locally slightly pressured, primarily located in the Quaternary Holocene silt clay, silt and sand layers, permeability coefficient between 10−4 to 10−6, etc.' watched and understood not a bit.

The embankment mud injection construction plan and technical disclosure documents could be somewhat comprehended.

The mud being injected was not ordinary; according to the material, they selected natural silt clay, its plasticity index ranging between 10~25%, clay particle content controlled between 20~45%, silt content 40~70%, sand particle content under 10%, organic salt content less than 2%, soluble salt content less than 8%...

Across industries as across mountains, completely baffling.

One thing was certain, they are very professional.

Many documents had signatures from engineers of several units, with signatures from local water departments' engineers.

Even the County Governor's signature was there, stamped with the county government seal!

The commander lightly put down the documents, curiously asked: "Young comrade, are you engineering soldiers?"

Du Yuan, engrossed in his forms moments ago, assumed it was comrades watching, only realizing it wasn't upon hearing the inquiry, without looking up, he impulsively replied: "We're not engineering soldiers, we're paratroopers."