The rain kept pouring harder, and the howling wind knocked incessantly on the car windows. In the rainy night, people's hearts grew increasingly anxious.
"Report to the brigadier! The road ahead is under repair and will take at least half an hour!"
A middle-aged man by the riverbank listened to the news from the walkie-talkie. He was Brigadier James Marsh of the Special Forces, currently commanding at the riverbank.
This half-hour of repair, plus the time needed for evacuation, means the riverbank must hold for at least an hour!
In front of the riverbank, stacks of sandbags were being battered by the waves.
In the pitch-black and chaotic environment, only the sound of torrential rain and the wind could be heard, along with flickering flashlight beams.
Soldiers reinforcing the riverbank ran back and forth, some struggling to steady the sandbags, others busy with shovels, and some carrying sandbags to the riverbank.
The sound of their breathing was drowned by the rushing rain.
