Acai's Sky

Chapter 252 The Flood Disappears

Drought is followed by floods.

Acai set off with her dog Feiyue in the 朏朏·Tuantuan boat.

This was the first time that Acai saw Gougou Feiyue use space skills.

It was midnight, the dew was heavy.

Feiyue's whole body emitted a silver-white light, and he set up a silver portal at the bottom of each flood source.

He turned around and randomly set up several space portals in the vast Gobi Desert.

The puppy was so tired that he stuck out his tongue. After completing the last link, he fell asleep, snoring quite loudly.

Tuantuan checked it and said, "Master, don't worry. It's just exhausted. We are still cubs after all. Put it back into the spirit beast bracelet so that it can absorb some spiritual energy and wake up faster."

Acai quickly put the dog Feiyue into the spirit beast bracelet, feeling extremely distressed.

I cursed the Lord God in my heart, thinking he was just looking for trouble.

However, when she saw Feiyue's exhausted appearance, she decided to put aside her complaints against the Lord God and concentrate on taking care of Feiyue.

She gently stroked Feiyue's fur, feeling its weak breathing, her heart filled with self-blame.

If Feiyue hadn't been unable to complete the task, she wouldn't have worked so hard to use her space skills.

At this moment, Acai can only wait for Feiyue to wake up and hope that this disaster will end as soon as possible.

...

When the flood monster passed through the underwater portal, a large amount of flood water was transferred to several large deserts.

The floodwaters that originally flowed down the river channel did not cause any additional danger at all.

I thought the flood was about to burst, but it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

All of a sudden, not only the people were confused, but the top leaders were also confused!

The people were dancing for joy, extremely happy. Who wouldn’t be happy when their homes were destroyed and the danger was gone?

Some bought firecrackers, some set off fireworks, and some danced the yangge.

The leaders gathered together and speculated privately.

This is just like the simultaneous snow and rain before, which was also the work of talented people.

As the saying goes, a gentleman does what he should do and does not do what he should not do.

We can only express our country’s gratitude through the radio!

These talented individuals protected the people's safety, but their identities and actions remain a mystery.

People are full of curiosity and gratitude towards them and hope to learn more about their stories.

However, we may never know the whole truth about these mysterious beings.

...

"Ada, I have handled everything here. The flood has now been transferred to several major deserts in the country." A young girl's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Ah Da replied happily, "Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Then he hung up the phone.

He secretly marveled at the perfect timing of these beasts hatching. Such tiny cubs possessed such extraordinary power. What would they be like when they grew up? He didn't dare to think about it any further, because he knew it would be unimaginable.

Immediately afterwards, Ada began to arrange the next work in a hurry.

After all, the owner is impatient to come home, so they have to speed up and not let the owner wait too long.

……

Andong Military Field Hospital

The sun is shining and the wind is beautiful.

The old platoon leader sat in a wheelchair and was pushed by a young soldier slowly out of the hospital gate.

He looked back at the military hospital behind him, his eyes revealing a hint of attachment and reluctance.

Then he lowered his head and stared at the number plate he was holding tightly in his hand.

There are some numbers and symbols printed on this license plate, which seem to represent some special meaning.

The old platoon leader stroked it gently, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Let's go!"

The old platoon leader spoke softly, his voice choked with sobs.

The young soldier, carrying a heavy backpack, carefully hung the old platoon leader's luggage on the wheelchair. Then, he pushed the wheelchair hard and took the old platoon leader on a long journey.

After they had walked for a while, the young soldier asked curiously, "Platoon leader, what is this license plate for?"

The old platoon leader held up his number plate, his face filled with anticipation. "Here! This is my treasure. This is the number plate for going to the Dalian Military Hospital to get a prosthetic leg! When I get there, the doctor will give me a new prosthetic leg, and then I'll be able to stand up and walk again!"

Hearing this, the young soldier's gaze fell on the old platoon leader's head, tears flashing in his eyes.

He tried hard to suppress his emotions, but the tears kept flowing.

"Platoon leader..."

The little soldier's voice was tearful, but he didn't know what to say.

The old platoon leader sensed the young soldier's feelings. He patted his hand and comforted him, "Don't cry, silly boy. When I get my prosthetic leg, we'll fight side by side again!"

The little soldier wiped his tears and nodded.

He took a deep breath and continued to push the old platoon leader forward. Although the future was full of unknowns, he believed that as long as there was hope, everything would be fine.

"I guess I'm going to be discharged this time. Stop peeing all day long and crying over little things. A real man should be able to bend and stretch, right?" The old platoon leader said to the young soldier in front of him with a serious face.

The young soldier pouted, tears welling up in his eyes, "How can it be the same? You have been in the military hospital for more than several years and just came back from the jaws of death. Who wouldn't be anxious! Who wouldn't be relieved!" His voice was tearful, and he seemed a little aggrieved and helpless.

The old platoon leader sighed, looked at the young soldier and said, "I'm not dead. I'm fine. You little bastard, stop crying and making fun of yourself."

"It's good to be alive, my dead comrades..."

The young soldier choked up and wiped his tears. "You are so old and your health is not good. You still want to get a prosthetic limb. Isn't this asking for trouble?"

The old platoon leader also cursed, "Those bastards from the League of Nations, you dared to fire guns and cannons even after signing the agreement! If I don't rush over to protect you, you little bastards will all be finished.

Remember, none of these bastards from the League of Nations are reliable. Don't expect them to truly lay down their butcher knives..." His tone was filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

The young soldier was silent for a moment, then nodded, "I understand, Platoon Leader."

The old platoon leader patted the young soldier on the shoulder and said, "Okay, don't be sad. Take good care of yourself in the future."

After saying that, he turned around, wheeled his wheelchair, got into the car prepared for him and left.

The young soldier looked at the old platoon leader's departing back, tears welled up in his eyes again, and he secretly made up his mind to work hard to grow and become an excellent soldier.

The company commander heard the report that the young soldier had returned!

"Damn, those beasts!"

"Has the old platoon leader's last shrapnel been removed?"

"Well, he was sent to Dalian Military Hospital to get a prosthetic limb!"

"It took a few years to remove all the shrapnel. It was a huge ordeal!"

Political Commissar Miao was also embarrassed. "Who would have thought that we didn't lose as many soldiers in this war as we did in the war? We should have signed an agreement and stopped fighting. Our soldiers' sacrifices were so unfair..."

Captain Bao looked at the young soldier and became furious. "Your current mission is to go to the Dalian Military Hospital and take good care of the old platoon leader..."

"He is the savior of you young people!" Political Commissar Miao said with a sob.

Captain Bao held the discharge form and threw it down again and again. "I've been holding onto this form for two whole years, just waiting to see if the platoon leader can be discharged safely from the hospital!"

Political Commissar Miao nodded. "This time, he's transferred directly to the Dalian branch of the Tong Family Charity Foundation to oversee the construction of welfare apartment buildings. That's pretty good!"

Captain Bao wiped away his tears and said, "It's enough to have a good ending! Not dying on the battlefield is a blessing!"

Political Commissar Miao rolled his eyes. "If we hadn't fought in Korea from beginning to end, would the old platoon leader have been able to be properly resettled?"

The young soldier also muttered, "They're still helping with reconstruction after the war, and haven't been back home for seven years! Do their families back home have to stay and become their sons-in-law? He's seen that several of his brothers already have Korean children..."