sjar Chapter 650: Disaster Relief and Publicity Work in Full Flow
Chapter 650: Disaster Relief and Publicity Work in Full Flow
The translation's words were like a stone dropped into calm waters, and the villagers could hardly believe their ears.
General...will you share your food with us disaster victims?
Surprise and emotion instantly overwhelmed everyone.
Everyone stood up hurriedly and lined up under the guidance of the soldiers.
Without bowls, the Siamese people folded wide leaves into bucket shapes.
The handsome platoon leader personally took charge of the cooking and filled each person's "leaf bowl" with a spoonful of sticky and fragrant paste mixed with compressed biscuit crumbs and seafood meat chunks.
The villagers carefully grabbed the hot and delicious food with their hands and ate it with extra relish.
This was the first hot meal they had had in two days.
Song'en noticed that the braver and prettier girls in the village kept glancing at the young platoon leader while they ate. When they saw that the young platoon leader seemed to notice their gazes and turned away embarrassedly, they would laugh secretly.
Song En saw it all, but didn't care at all, and even felt a little happy.
According to their old tradition in the mountains, what's the big deal?
At worst, if they fall in love, they can just get married.
Such an energetic and kind-hearted young man will definitely leave behind strong offspring.
He was thinking happily when suddenly, a deeper and louder roar, different from that of a diesel engine, came from the sky.
Everyone in the camp raised their heads subconsciously.
In the distant sky, several black spots were rapidly growing larger and slowly flying towards us with a huge noise.
what is that?
Song En squinted his presbyopic eyes and saw the appearance of those things clearly - they were several huge "iron birds" shining with metallic luster.
They didn't flap their wings, but they hung steadily in the air, making deafening roars.
"Buddha is above..." Song En muttered to himself, almost dropping the leaf bowl in his hand. "Then... could it be that the scriptures say... the Golden Winged Dapeng King has descended to the earth?"
In the afterglow of the setting sun, a huge formation of helicopters, carrying heavy construction machinery, flew firmly towards the northern mountains and the dangerous landslide lake.
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Soon after, the huge crisis in the northern mountainous area of Siam was finally resolved thanks to the strenuous efforts of the Nanyang Engineering Corps and the Air Cavalry Battalion.
Using explosives and large equipment lifted by helicopter, experts chose a method that combines risk-controlled blasting with manual excavation of spillways.
A dull roar echoed in the valley. The lake water that had been accumulating for a long time finally found a controllable outlet and began to slowly flow down along the artificially excavated "S"-shaped diversion channel. The water level dropped steadily.
The people downstream who had been worried can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The flood gradually receded, leaving behind devastation.
But this time, what awaits the victims is no longer hopeless destruction.
At the highest command center in Yangon, Zhang Chi spoke to the head of the Siamese Temporary Disaster Relief Committee on the other end of the phone, word by word:
“Reconstruction work begins immediately.
Don't be afraid to spend money, manpower, material resources, financial resources, I will give you as much as you need.
Remember, whoever dares to stretch out his hand this time, I will chop off his hand.
Our goal is not just to restore the original state, but to build back better than before.
We must let every Siamese citizen see what it means to be a Nanyang citizen."
Following his orders, the national propaganda machine in Nanyang was put into full operation.
Every day on the radio, you can hear disaster relief reports from northern Siam. The announcer uses an emotional voice to tell the story of Nanyang soldiers risking their lives to drive assault boats to rescue the people, and engineers digging spillways day and night.
The newspaper was filled with large photos.
Soldiers covered in mud carefully held babies rescued from the flood; military doctors bandaged injured elderly people in a makeshift tent;
Flocks of transport planes carrying supplies flew over the mountains; and the moment when the victims held hot porridge, their faces filled with gratitude and hope.
Slogans such as "The military and the people are as close as brothers, building the soul of Nanyang together" and "When one side is in trouble, all sides come to its aid, Nanyang is one family", accompanied by these real images, were quickly spread to every corner of Nanyang, especially the towns and villages in Siam.
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Village chief Song En led a group of villagers and walked along the muddy road that had not yet completely dried up, returning to their village which was almost razed to the ground.
The scene before us was heartbreaking, but soon, a team of people wearing Nanyang Engineering Construction Group uniforms and several trucks loaded with construction materials arrived here.
"Village Chief Song'en, right?" The young engineer leading the team, holding a blueprint, spoke with a friendly attitude. "We're here to help you rebuild your homes. The government provides subsidies, and each household will receive a reconstruction fund and these basic building materials based on the number of people and the condition of their existing housing."
We will guide everyone on how to build houses stronger and more flood-proof.”
Soon after, people from the agricultural department came and registered the lost land and livestock of each family, promising to provide new grain seeds and loans to help restore production.
Song'en's hands were shaking as he held the slip with a red seal on it and the amount of subsidy written on it.
This money is enough for them to start over.
"Dad, the Nanyang government... really keeps its word." A villager murmured, with an expression of incredible joy on his face.
Song En nodded heavily, and his eyes became moist again as he looked at the engineers who began to help clear the rubble and plan the new residential land.
He thought of the Siamese officials who used to be so kind as not to take advantage of them. How could they care less if their houses collapsed or the ground was flooded?
"Everyone, get moving." Song En raised his arms and said in a loud voice, "The Nanyang government has been good to us, so we can't just sit there and do nothing.
Build a new home, cultivate the land, and from now on, we will be real Nanyang people!"
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In a teahouse in Chiang Mai, people gathered around a newspaper and talked.
The front page of the newspaper was a shocking photo of a helicopter lifting equipment.
"Tsk tsk, these iron birds are amazing. I heard that it was they who lifted the excavator into the mountain and solved the problem of that deadly lake." A fruit vendor sighed.
"Yeah, if the Nanyang government hadn't acted quickly, we'd be in dire straits downstream from Chiang Mai," someone nearby chimed in. "My nephew was with the disaster relief team. He said the soldiers were just eating canned food themselves and giving the hot porridge to the victims first."
"It's just buying people's hearts." In the corner, a middle-aged man dressed in slightly old-fashioned but good-quality clothes snorted coldly. He was once a local nobleman and still felt resentful about losing his former privileges. "You spent so much money and mobilized so many troops, isn't it just for us to see?
It's just to make us obedient."
The teahouse owner wiped the table and said slowly:
"Phryar, you can't say that. Whether it's just for show or to win people's hearts, they invested real money, saved the person, and helped build the house.
Compared to the past... Haha, when there was a flood, did Bangkok ever care about the lives of us northerners? They didn't even bother to pretend.