The rescue operation had started. The warriors used tools to pry, shovels to dig, and their bare hands to pull, exerting all their strength to save the lives trapped inside.
The old lady's eyes were fixed on the scene, unblinking, and she hadn't moved half a step.
From inside came the occasional cries of children and the painful groans of a pregnant woman.
"Hold on! You must hold on!" the warriors shouted encouragement to the pregnant woman and children, "We are digging hard. We will soon clear the stones, and then we can rescue you."
At that time, Qin Jian, carrying the injured Xiaoshan, approached.
When the old lady saw Xiaoshan, she stood up excitedly and cried as she embraced her grandson, "My Xiaoshan, you have suffered!"
"I am fine. Throughout this journey, it was the PLA commander who carried me," Xiaoshan said, covering his numbingly painful ribs.
