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Pm, 3:50.
"Where's the order? Why hasn't it come down yet? You're the secretary, you ask again!"
"What's there to ask! Does reconnaissance not take time? Does deployment not take time? With such a big disaster, surely troops from all over the country have to be mobilized. Do you think the detachment, the whole corps can decide? We have to wait for the Central Government to arrange it level by level!... Think about Tangshan!"
Cao Yi and Ye Jiahong were in the Squadron Department, about to start another quarrel.
But it could be heard that Ye Jiahong had already restrained his sorrow, turning it into urgency, and Cao Yi was also trying to be patient, advising him not to rush.
The Special Duty Squad was equally busy.
Most of the soldiers in the unit were crowded in here.
Fang Huai was distributing to everyone the bags of compressed biscuits he had bought from the supermarket and several dozen 1.25-liter bottles of various drinks and mineral water, while he instructed:
