5:30 PM, Anzao Dam.
The once lush farmland and villages with smoke rising from kitchens have now become a vast expanse of water.
There was too much debris on the water's surface, and a pile of grass as big as a small hill floated by. Xiao Yu didn't dare to go too fast, so he steered the motorboat towing the fiberglass boat around the grass pile, not rushing to the village that needed rescuing.
"Xiao Gu, call out a few times."
"Captain Yu, what should I shout?"
"See if there's anyone on the grass pile."
"Oh."
Yesterday at noon, Xiao Gu, a soldier from the 127th Regiment, who was assigned to Xiao Yu's group, quickly turned around and shouted, "Is there anyone on the grass pile? We are the liberation army, we are here to rescue everyone!"
"Is anybody there? Please respond!"
...
After shouting several times, there was no response from the grass pile.
