Chapter 108: The Nameless Hero (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  The rescuers, the rescued, and about two or three thousand people together, watched as the factory building began to collapse, their hearts racing with excitement, especially those who had narrowly escaped death, covering their mouths and constantly thanking the soldiers beside them. Without them, they might have already lost their lives in the big fire.

  The virus let out a loud shout and rolled on the wet and slippery snow-covered ground, grabbing an iron shovel and rushing towards the factory building.

  "Watch out!"

  Ai, who was stunned on the roof of the car, had seen everything Zhang Shidong did outside the factory building, completely overturning her understanding. At this moment, seeing the virus rushing forward, shouting danger with her mouth, but having some slight expectation in her heart.

  Perhaps he also has equally strong strength.

  Everyone else followed suit, rolling their bodies with the momentum and rushing towards the factory building with the mixture of ice and snow stuck to them.

  When they were still five or six meters away from the factory building, the virus stopped, the tension in his eyes disappeared, and he raised his arm to block Hiden and others.

  Boom!

  Boom!

  The rhythmic knocking sound was mostly drowned out by the noisy environment, but the occasional scattered sounds made Virus and others' faces reveal a smile, their worries dissipating.

  Splash!

  Near the gate, a hole was smashed in the wall, with splashes of cement bricks and fine steel bars, dust and thick smoke accompanied by scattered sparks. Zhang Shidong walked out from inside with a dusty face, carrying a frail figure on his shoulder.

  His hair was slightly singed, with a faint smell of scorching; his face was covered in black soot, with some sticky substance clinging to the area around his nostrils. He coughed up phlegm that was all black, and his clothes were badly burned and torn beyond recognition. His arms were splattered with what looked like serious bloodstains. Even his sturdy military boots had been rendered useless. This was Zhang Shidong's current state. After handing the person over to the virus, he patted his pockets and found that nothing was left except for the special phone made of a unique material - not even a single cigarette butt remained.

  Dragging his exhausted body, he flipped through his heavy eyelids. Even with the support of mysterious skills, the ultra-intense rescue still left him physically and mentally exhausted. He held his breath for several minutes, and the internal load on his body was extremely high. After being poisoned by toxic gas for several minutes, some of it had entered his body, and he needed to calm down and use his true energy to expel it.

  "Let's go, we've done all we can." Looking at the factory building that had been engulfed in flames and toxic gas, they had made their best efforts to rescue as many people as possible. The rest was left to the professional rescue teams. Zhang Shidong led his soldiers, who were coughing occasionally, in a simple reorganization of the scene. When the fire trucks and ambulances arrived, the whole team left.

  Plop!

  A mother in her fifties hugged her daughter, who worked in the same unit and was rescued by Zhang Shidong, and knelt down on the ground with a thud, constantly knocking her head and muttering "thank you".

  With the first, those who were in a state of panic and fear inside the factory area, either sitting or kneeling or bowing to express gratitude to this group of soldiers who arrived just in time. In the rescue efforts that were racing against time, a difference of one minute would have meant dozens more people turning into ashes in the flames at this moment.

  Zhang Shidong gave a nod to several instructors, led the salute, which was a response to these thanks, and also expressed gratitude to those civilians who came to rescue.

  In just a few minutes, 90% of the warriors were in a state of exhaustion. The most difficult and crucial part was over, and what remained was the rescue and relief efforts. Zhang Shidong would not waste his soldiers' energy, and more importantly, with the arrival of some reporters, camera after camera appeared on the scene. He did not want to be a hero on stage, at least not now, and neither were the soldiers behind him.

  "Close the gate and refuse any interviews. You few are in charge of responding, just say there's a training task." As they walked into the training base, the soldiers of the guard company quickly closed the gate under Zhang Shidong's command, ignoring the commotion outside. From now on, no one in the entire training base dared to disobey him. His performance at the opposing company had completely conquered them. The title of "King of Soldiers" belonged to him alone; in his presence, no one else was worthy of this title.

  At this moment, Zhang Shidong's orders are no longer obeyed because of his instructor identity, but because of his strength, which is the best key to unlock everyone's ultimate admiration.

  "Give me a cigarette."

  If it were in the past, everyone would have cursed this rascal's behavior and criticized him for having no military demeanor. However, at that moment, they all subconsciously reached into their pockets, wanting to offer him a cigarette.

  As soon as he made the move, his body moved and he was stunned.

  Zhang Shidong was also stunned, his mouth moved slightly, smiled, took over the cigarette handed by the virus, lit it up, and threw the cigarette box forward: "Today is a holiday, let's all have one."

  Rescue people, in the most critical moment, everyone rushed out and rescued at least hundreds of people, defending the honor brought by this uniform with their lives. When reporters and media came to receive honors, they quietly left. This is a kind of detachment. Small things reveal true wisdom. Those who had opinions about Zhang Shidong in the past have changed. Who is today's hero? Ask one hundred or one thousand people, the answer is only one, that is Zhang Shidong. He created this miracle with extraordinary strength. Finally, he led the way to leave, leaving quietly, far away from the noise and glory that was about to come.

  One cigarette is enough.

  What's called handsome, this is what's called handsome. With a cigarette stained with blood and ash in his mouth, Zhang Shidong stood in the bathroom, using cold water to wash away the bloodstains and dust on his arm. The muscles rippled under his slender arm, and his tender skin was exposed as he faced the medic's gauze. He shook his head, only allowing the other person to symbolically bring over a bottle of iodine solution. He took a swig of liquor and directly poured the iodine solution onto both hands. The sound of dripping echoed through the air as the reddish-purple liquid fell to the ground. The people around him couldn't help but frown, involuntarily letting out a hiss.

  "Is this kind of training addictive?"

  Zhang Shidong's inquiry was met with a thunderous response.

  Strength is always the greatest capital of credibility, having seen the power of the virus, I had expectations for the training base, but I didn't expect an even bigger surprise. The scoundrel in front of me turned out to be a powerful soldier king, with the strength to shatter gates, kick open heavy objects, and smash through walls. The military is a simple place, Zhang Shidong has shown great strength, so he has the qualifications to become an instructor here. As for his character and rule-breaking behavior, that's another matter.

  "Everyone who rushes in will get an IV drip. Don't think it's no big deal, or you'll be farting and won't be able to keep up with tonight's training."

  Nowadays, the people who are still training in the base are full of expectations. They now know why Zhang Shidong and the virus don't call them out - it's not that they're not teaching, but rather that their strength is not enough. Once their strength is sufficient, they will come into contact with the true realm of the King of Soldiers.

  The outside world was thrown into chaos by this major accident, from the city to the province and all the way to the highest level. More than 20 people died, over 300 were injured, and countless media outlets swarmed in. Endless crowds gathered nearby to watch the commotion, causing traffic on the roads within a kilometer of the scene to come to a complete standstill. All the small roads leading into the city were packed with cars, but the most critical rescue route from the downtown area's rotary square to the scene was not being maintained by police to keep it clear. Instead, the roads from the city to the highway were severely congested. Zhao Mei Ru lost her temper in the car and, upon arriving at the scene, publicly scolded the head of the municipal bureau and the chief of the traffic police department without mercy. The old secretary was attending a meeting in the provincial capital, and when Zhao Mei Ru, as the top leader at home, received the call, she was stunned for about 10 seconds. When she heard that a team of PLA soldiers had arrived on the scene in time to rescue most of the trapped crowd, her heart suddenly felt at ease for some reason.

  Upon arrival at the scene, all leaders of Pingjiang City who were at home surrounded Zhao Mei Ru and entered the scene. They first visited the injured who had not been evacuated from the scene, and then some leaders went to the hospital where the injured were being treated to offer condolences.

  Listening to the on-site commander's explanation, Zhao Mei Ru and all the leaders took a cold breath, and Zhang Jun, who was directing the evacuation in the distance, also listened to the sound emitted by the leadership group.

  "The troops opposite were the first to rush over. If it weren't for them, at least a hundred more people would have died. Many of the wounded on the scene were rescued by them rushing in."

  The text does not mention how the four doors were destroyed, nor is it mentioned, they are just there. After the leaders took a look, the fire department also extinguished most of the flames. Under the hint of some people, they started to tidy up the four doors, so as not to let the media take pictures of the destructive power that exceeded human categories, covering up this piece of information. All subsequent public news about these four doors has been processed. Some blurry videos on the internet have also been forcibly blocked.

  The people who were present at the scene were shocked, what kind of power could cause such destruction, and what kind of person could open these four doors in two minutes and rush into the factory that was on the verge of collapse in just over two minutes, risking their lives?

  "Who is in charge of the troops?" Zhao Mei Ru was one of the few people who knew that Zhang Shi Dong was the chief instructor of this base. She had originally wanted to give a boost to this man who might become her son-in-law, but the answer she got was: "The host of the news investigation program Ai Ai has just left, and the request for an interview was rejected. The reason given by the other party is that they are currently in training and not open to outsiders."