"We held on, we held on." Cheers erupted one after another atop the dike, echoing through the skies.
At this moment, no one cared about the heavy rain pouring down from the sky, nor the raging floodwaters; all that mattered was the indomitable spirit of humanity that had been passed down for thousands of years, the spirit of battling against nature.
It was after five in the morning. The downpour that had lasted all night finally ceased. Nie Zhenbang, however, was wide awake, walking atop the dike. Under the illumination of the lights, one could see many soldiers, draped in raincoats, leaning against sandbags or sitting on woven bags. Some were simply seated on pebbles.
In the dim night, the reach of the lights was limited, and between the patches of light, there were places that appeared somewhat darker.
