Qi Tongwei throws a sniper rifle, scaring Hou Liangping and Sha Ruijin to their knees

Lincheng, a city that is usually full of vitality and vigor, has now been dragged into a desperate situation by an unprecedented rainstorm. The sky seems to be pierced by countless holes by an angry god, and the rain is like a river collapsing in the sky, pouring down violently and raging without any sign of stopping. The strong wind is like a mad demon, carrying the rainstorm, like thousands of steel needles, viciously piercing every inch of the earth's skin, leaving a mess and devastation wherever it goes.

The streets had long since turned into turbulent torrents, with muddy water surging and surging. The usually docile river now looked like a mad prehistoric beast, with the water level rising rapidly at a frightening speed. The river water carried mud, branches, and even the ruins of collapsed houses, like an angry prehistoric beast, crashing into the embankment with overwhelming force. Every time it hit the river violently, the splashing water was like an exploding mine, rushing into the air and then smashing down fiercely, making a deafening roar, as if it wanted to devour everything that stood in its way, venting the violent power of nature.

The citizens of Lincheng City fell into deep panic and despair. Residents whose homes were flooded were scrambling to rescue their belongings. Precious photos, letters carrying memories, and important documents were scattered all over the floor in a panic. They had no time to care about them. They only wanted to grab more supplies for survival. The children were frightened by the terrible scene they had never seen before and cried non-stop. Their little faces turned red, and tears and rain were intertwined. They hugged their parents' thighs tightly, shouting "Mom and Dad, I'm scared". The childish cries seemed to penetrate the wind and rain and tighten everyone's heart. The old people trembled with their hands and chanted in their mouths, praying to God to protect this suffering land and their children and grandchildren. Helplessness and worry were written on their vicissitudes of life. On the street, vehicles struggled hard in the accumulated water. The roar of the engine was covered by the wind and rain. The wheels idled in the water, splashing large patches of water. The honking of horns could not dispel the inky haze. The car owners were anxious, looking at the endless "waterway" ahead, their eyes full of helplessness and despair, as if they were in the torrent of doomsday.

Lincheng Municipal Party Committee Secretary stood at the flood control command center, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had not slept for days and nights. His red eyes stared at the flashing disaster data and real-time images of each dangerous section on the big screen. Every number jumping on the screen was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he was unaware. The walkie-talkie in his hand was soaked with sweat, and his voice became hoarse and cracked due to anxiety: "We must try every possible way to ensure the safety of citizens' lives! All departments must work closely together and cannot slack off at all! The transportation department must ensure that the roads are unobstructed and the relief supplies can be delivered to every corner in time; the medical department is on standby and ready to treat the wounded at any time; the power and water supply departments must do their best to repair and maintain the basic operation of the city..." The staff on the side rushed around, the phone rang non-stop, and instructions were issued one after another. Everyone's face was solemn and resolute. They knew that the responsibility they shouldered at this moment was related to the life and death of countless people, and they could not tolerate any carelessness.

Gao Yuliang sat in the provincial command center, frowning, with a half-burned cigarette in his hand, and the ash falling. On the desk in front of him, there were detailed reports on the disaster in Lincheng. He kept talking to the heads of various departments, speaking in a hurried and stern tone: "The situation in Lincheng is extremely critical. Supplies and personnel must be in place immediately, and there is no time to waste! I don't care what difficulties you encounter, try every means to overcome them! The rescue team must speed up and never let the flood destroy our homes!" His eyes were filled with deep worry. He knew what this flood meant to Lincheng, and he understood that the responsibility he was shouldering at the moment was as heavy as a mountain. Every time he put down the phone, he couldn't help but sigh. This disaster was a huge test for the entire region. If he was not careful, the consequences would be disastrous. It was as if a huge stone weighed a thousand pounds was pressing on his heart.

Sun Liancheng was also at the scene. His usual nonchalant and nonchalant look had long since disappeared. He rubbed his hands, paced back and forth, and muttered, "What should I do? What should I do..." Looking at the surging flood on the screen, he was filled with anxiety. Although he was a little overwhelmed, he knew that he could not retreat at this moment. He tried to make some suggestions, but his voice trembled a little because of nervousness: "How about we get more pumps to pump out some of the accumulated water first?" As soon as he said this, he felt that his idea was a bit naive. In the face of such a fierce flood, this was just a drop in the bucket and would not help at all.

Sha Ruijin had just arrived. His clothes were wet by the rain, his hair was messy, and he didn't bother to wipe the water drops off his face, so he walked straight to the command platform. He swept his eyes over the crowd and said loudly: "Comrades, Lincheng is facing a life-and-death test. We must be with the masses and overcome difficulties together! Now, everything is the top priority for flood control and disaster relief! Leading cadres at all levels must set an example, go deep into the front line, and lead the masses to fight the floods!" His voice was firm and powerful, like a huge bell, injecting a shot of adrenaline into the people present. He knew very well that at this critical moment, the responsibility of leading cadres was the hope of the masses. It was necessary to stabilize the morale of the army and the people in order to gather the tremendous power to defeat the flood.

At this time, a large-scale breach appeared in the most dangerous section of the dike, and the flood rushed out like a wild horse, roaring and sweeping towards the city. Qi Tongwei, the director of the Public Security Department of Handong Province, arrived at this time with a group of police officers. He looked at the breach that seemed like the gate of hell, his eyes were instantly as sharp as a hawk, and he shouted without hesitation: "Brothers, follow me! We are the last line of defense in Lincheng!" The voice penetrated the wind and rain, echoing between heaven and earth, and instantly calmed the panicked police officers around him, as if they were injected with a powerful force, dispelling the fear in their hearts.

Qi Tongwei was agile, rushing towards the pile of sandbags like a cheetah, and carrying a sandbag weighing 100 kilograms. The rain flowed down the edge of the sandbag, making it even heavier. He gritted his teeth, his arms were throbbing with veins, and took firm steps to run towards the breach. The mud under his feet was like a swamp, and every step was deeply mired in it. He pulled his legs out with force, and his shoes were covered with thick mud, but he seemed tireless, struggling to break free from the shackles of the swamp, and approached the torrent step by step. That figure seemed like a god of war going against the tide in the dark.

The police officers nearby followed closely behind him, and someone shouted, "Director Qi, it's too dangerous, let's wait for support!" Qi Tongwei turned around, his eyes sharp, "I can't wait any longer, one more second of delay means the people will be in more danger!" The rain blurred his vision and the strong wind tried to knock him down, he slightly turned sideways, steadied his body and continued to move forward.

At this time, the soldiers who came to support also quickly joined the battle. They were dressed in camouflage uniforms, their postures were as straight as pine trees, and they shouted loud slogans and fought side by side with the police officers. "One, two, one, two!" The slogans rose and fell in the wind and rain, adding a bit of majestic momentum to this tense battlefield. The soldiers were well-trained and quickly integrated with the police officers, working together. Some were responsible for filling sandbags. Their big hands were like flying shovels, shoveling sand into the bags quickly, with quick and precise movements; some delivered supplies. They ran in the wind and rain, waving their arms vigorously to ensure that sandbags, tools, etc. could be delivered to the most needed places as soon as possible; some jumped directly into the water and built a human wall with their bodies to block the ravages of the flood. Their faces were young and resolute. The rain hit their faces, and they couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain. In this storm, they used their flesh and blood to support an indestructible barrier for the people of Lincheng.

Qi Tongwei was the first to jump into the chest-deep floodwater. The bone-chilling cold instantly spread throughout his body. He couldn't help but tremble, but his hands held the sandbags more tightly and placed them precisely at the breach. He shouted loudly: "Everyone listen to my command. Stack the sandbags into three layers, staggered, quickly!" Rainwater poured into his mouth, he choked a few times, coughed a few times, and continued to command. His voice was a little hoarse in the roar of wind, rain and flood, but it was still full of power, as if it was a magic needle that stabilized the sea in this chaotic battlefield.

Regardless of the danger, the media reporters carried cameras and shuttled through the wind and rain to record this thrilling scene. In the camera, Qi Tongwei's figure appeared particularly tall in the flood, mud and water splashed all over his face, his hair wet and stuck to his forehead, but his eyes were extremely firm, staring at the breach, his focused expression seemed to have nothing else in the world but to protect this land and the people. He carried sandbags again and again, and stood firm in the flood again and again, setting an example for everyone, like an unshakable monument.

As bags of sand were piled up tightly, the momentum of the flood was gradually contained. The citizens of Lincheng looked through the windows and saw the figures fighting in the flood, and there was a glimmer of hope in their eyes. They spontaneously cheered for the flood fighting team, and their shouts spread through the wind and rain to the dam: "Come on, heroes!" At this moment, Qi Tongwei and his comrades, with their flesh and blood, built an indestructible Great Wall on the crest of the flood, becoming the brightest light in the hearts of the people of Lincheng, dispelling the darkness and fear brought by the disaster.

After several hours of hard work, the rain finally subsided and the flood was effectively controlled. Qi Tongwei dragged his exhausted body down from the embankment. His police uniform was already tattered and his body was covered with mud and scars. But his face was filled with a gratified smile. Looking at the safe and sound urban area behind him, he knew that they had won this life-and-death battle with the flood.

The secretary of the Lincheng Municipal Party Committee walked up quickly, tightly grasped Qi Tongwei's hand, tears in his eyes: "Director Qi, thanks to you! You are the heroes of Lincheng and the lifesavers of the people!" Qi Tongwei shook his head slightly and said modestly: "Secretary, this is what we should do. It is our duty to protect the people. As long as Lincheng is safe and the people are happy, all the efforts are worth it."

Citizens gathered around, holding towels and hot water, wanting to wipe the sweat off these heroes and offer them warmth. An old man trembled as he walked up to Qi Tongwei and gave him a thumbs up: "Young man, you are great! If it weren't for you, we old bones wouldn't have a way to survive." Children also ran over, handed the flowers in their hands to Qi Tongwei and his comrades, and said in a baby voice: "Uncle police, thank you!" Qi Tongwei bent down and picked up a little girl, smiling and saying: "Good girl, you're welcome, this is the uncles' job."

Gao Yuliang, Sha Ruijin and others also came to the scene. They looked at the scene in front of them with deep emotion. Gao Yuliang patted Qi Tongwei's hand and said, "Xiao Qi, you have made great contributions this time. Your heroic performance has been seen by the people of the whole province." Sha Ruijin nodded in agreement, "Yes, Comrade Qi Tongwei, you have demonstrated with your actions what a true hero is and what it means to serve the people. I hope you can continue to maintain this original intention and work tirelessly to protect the people's happy life." Qi Tongwei stood at attention and saluted with a standard military salute, "Please rest assured, leaders, I, Qi Tongwei, will not let down the trust of the organization and the expectations of the people!"

In the face of this thrilling flood, Qi Tongwei led his comrades to compose a heroic hymn with fearless courage, tenacious will and loyalty to the people. Their deeds will be forever engraved in the hearts of the people of Lincheng, becoming the most precious spiritual wealth of this city, and inspiring generations to work hard to build a better home.

Cheers of success in flood control resounded across the city. Tired people hugged each other and cried with joy, with the joy of surviving the disaster on their faces. However, Qi Tongwei, the director of the Public Security Department of Handong Province, did not stop for a moment. He knew that although the flood had receded, the suffering was not over yet, and there were still countless people in every corner of the city who needed help.

Without even taking time to change out of his muddy and tattered police uniform, Qi Tongwei led a group of police officers to the worst-hit neighborhood. Here, most of the houses collapsed, broken bricks and tiles were scattered all over the ground, and the once warm homes were now only broken walls and ruins. The faint cries for help from the trapped people came from under the ruins. Qi Tongwei's eyes were stern, and he shouted loudly: "Everyone search carefully, and don't miss any signs of life!" After speaking, he was the first to bend down and move the heavy stones with his bare hands. The sharp edges scratched his palms, and blood oozed out, but he seemed not to notice it, but just dug more eagerly.

Seeing this, the police officers nearby followed suit. For a moment, dust flew above the ruins, and everyone worked together to race against time. When a faint "Help" was heard, Qi Tongwei rushed forward, lay on the ground, listened attentively, and accurately located the position of the trapped person. He and the police officers carefully cleaned up the surrounding debris, one piece, two pieces... Finally, they rescued a white-haired old man. The old man tightly grasped Qi Tongwei's hand and burst into tears: "Thank you, you gave me this old life!" Qi Tongwei gently patted the old man on the back and comforted him: "Old man, don't be afraid, you are safe."

Then, he rushed to the temporary resettlement site. There were a large number of homeless citizens, who lacked food and clothing. Children were crying from hunger and adults were worried. Qi Tongwei was extremely anxious. On the one hand, he coordinated with the logistics support department to speed up the allocation of materials. "Food, drinking water, and medicine, nothing can be missing. They must be delivered as quickly as possible!" He yelled into the phone; on the other hand, he personally shuttled among the crowd, calmed everyone's emotions, and distributed the few snacks that were available to the children, making them laugh.

As the sky gradually darkened during the busy work, Qi Tongwei was still shuttling between rescue sites. He was extremely tired, his steps were weak, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was completely hoarse, but as long as he saw that there were still people in need of help, he would be full of strength again. Gao Yuliang, Sha Ruijin and others were moved when they saw this scene. Gao Yuliang sighed softly: "Xiao Qi's desperate spirit is really admirable." Sha Ruijin nodded in agreement: "Yes, he is dedicated to the people, this is a good cadre of the people."