At this moment, Zhou Jiao, with whom Zhang Guoqing has walked hand in hand for two lifetimes, Ping'an as well, and even the relatives of the Old Zhang family.
They unanimously chose to distance themselves from the forward command tent, concealing what was already within reach, and immediately engaged in rescue work without rest.
As night gradually fell, a loudspeaker's voice sounded, "Comrades, let us mourn for the people who perished in this earthquake."
This was a sentence Zhang Guoqing repeated every day. He believed that whether it was a superstitious act to comfort souls or to boost morale, it was necessary.
But this distorted voice, even Zhou Jiao, who accompanied him every night, could not recognize.
By this time, Zhang Guoqing had not closed his eyes for more than a week continuously, and among his communication staff, two had already collapsed, leaving only Xiao Wang following closely behind him.
