Chapter 298 Why do you want to tear down our home!
When the villagers saw that the little tiger was safe, their despair was slightly relieved.

However, when they confirmed that the child was safe, they turned around and found that most of the fence they had built had been washed away by the flood.

The light bamboo fences floated scattered on the turbulent river surface, while the heavy sand, stones and wooden stakes disappeared from sight.

The villagers' faces were filled with despair and helplessness. If they were not standing on high ground at this moment, what would be washed away would not only the wooden stakes, but also themselves.

What makes them even more desperate is that the destruction of the fence means that even if the village survives, the rice fields below will become the next target of the flood.

Chen Ping understood all of this in his mind. As he lowered his head, a thought made his whole body tremble.

He noticed that the young man in white and the woman in purple holding an umbrella who had just jumped into the river did not have a single drop of rain on their bodies.

The young man in white who walked on the water didn't even get his shoes wet.

Why did they appear by the river for no reason?

What is your purpose for coming here?

Is it to save them?
A glimmer of hope burned in Chen Ping's originally gloomy mood, and his eyes flickered with excitement.

Are they masters sent by God to save them?
The villagers were so focused on the safety of the rice fields that they did not inquire too much into Ying Heng's true identity. Ying Heng also remained silent and just observed everything quietly.

He looked at the child named Xiao Hutou. The child had a childish face and innocent eyes, which made people couldn't help but feel pity for him.

So, Ying Heng stepped forward and gently wiped the rain off his face with a handkerchief.

Feeling that the anti-disaster army had arrived at the rear of Jiangbian Village, Ying Heng smiled slightly, turned his head and whispered to Zi Yi who was holding an umbrella for him, "Let Liu Bowen start the action."

Zi Yi nodded slightly, the silver bells in her hair rang softly, she left her umbrella behind and leaped lightly to the back.

In an instant, her figure disappeared from sight. Chen Ping witnessed this scene and was shocked, becoming more certain that Ying Heng came to rescue them.

Behind Jiangbian Village, Liu Bowen led a thousand-man army into the village.

With the arrival of the purple-clothed men, Liu Bowen held up the flag and waved it vigorously. Thousands of people took action at the same time. The fragile wooden houses eroded by the heavy rain collapsed in an instant. With one kick, a house collapsed.

In less than a quarter of an hour, all the houses outside the village collapsed.

The cold wind blew through the rain, adding a bit of biting chill. The icy rain mercilessly hit the village chief's face. He thought painfully about the food that had been wasted.

Suddenly, he heard a roar different from thunder. Turning around, he saw that the riverside village in front of him had changed beyond all recognition!
The rain blurred his vision. The village chief thought it was due to his old age and his eyesight was blurry, so he stretched his neck and looked into the village.

When he saw the houses turned into ruins, he realized that they had been demolished.

The village chief was shaking with excitement. He raised his hands high and stared towards the direction of the village in disbelief.

The rain intensified as Liu Bowen had expected, and Ying Heng rushed over from upstream of the river.

Five days ago, he led a large army to build a concrete protective wall along the river and controlled the dangerous area along the river.

However, continuous heavy rains caused the water level to surge in a bend of the Yangtze River. Liu Bowen could not sleep at night and told Ying Heng about his concerns.

The people of Daqin are Ying Heng's responsibility, and he will never allow any life to be neglected.

After learning about the situation, Ying Heng brought Zi Yi to the riverside first, and happened to encounter the crisis of Jiangbian Village, and rescued the little tiger who was caught in the whirlpool.

The situation was critical at the time. Ying Heng had no time to give orders, so he personally used his supernatural powers to jump into the river to save people.

Only a master of his celestial level could fly over the river to save people, and he was even worried about Zi Yi.

Fortunately, everything was saved at the critical moment. Jiangbian Village only lost half an acre of rice fields and no one was injured.

The flood fighting army also quickly arrived at the riverside village.

"My God!"

The village chief's exclamation attracted the attention of the villagers, who then discovered that their houses had been demolished. Liu Bowen's troops moved like the wind, and the houses in Jiangbian Village were almost vulnerable to them.

In an instant, most of the houses had been demolished.

The villagers reacted and became extremely excited. They screamed and ran back to the village because they could no longer see their homes.

How could they not feel heartbroken when they saw their homes that protected them from the wind and rain disappearing before their own eyes?
Ying Heng gently wiped the stains off the little tiger's face, and his fingers lightly slid across his tender and round cheeks.

Faced with the villagers' shocked and excited emotions, he remained calm and indifferent.

His army was stationed here only to build dikes to resist floods, and Jiangbian Village was the first stop of his iron-fisted operation.

Houses will be razed to the ground and rivers widened to create enough buffer space to slow the violence of the water.

Not only the village, but even the dozen acres of lush rice fields in front will be sacrificed.

Ying Heng's team includes both skilled craftsmen and Jinyiwei with martial arts skills.

The villagers were tired and frightened, and when they saw the official uniforms of the Jinyiwei, their pace of progress suddenly stopped.

With fear in their eyes, they could not accept the destruction of their homes, and they could not accept that this was the decision of the government.

The Jinyiwei's actions were cold and ruthless, and the murderous look in their eyes made the villagers afraid.

"My home!"

"Oh my god! How are we going to survive!"

"Ah! Why did they demolish my house? Why!"

The villagers who tried to protect their homes retreated after coming into contact with the Jinyiwei's gaze.

Village chief Chen Ping, despite his old age, vowed to defend the riverside village to the death. However, in the fight against the flood and the protection of the rice fields, his physical strength had already been exhausted, and he fell into a mud puddle after a few steps.

After being helped up, he looked up and saw that the riverside village had become a ruin.

Even the half-man-high earth wall was ruthlessly pushed down.

The villagers could not believe what they saw, but the disappearance of houses, the ruin of rice fields and the approaching flood were already cruel facts.

The riverside village that they fought so hard to protect disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The old people were heartbroken and knelt on the ground crying with their faces covered. The children's cries tore through the air and the entire riverside village fell into an abyss of grief and despair.

Because the home they depended on for survival disappeared!

How will life continue in the future?

Where is justice?
Days of rain had brought disaster and destroyed the fields, and now these ruthless evil spirits had appeared, forcing them into a dead end!
Chen Ping stared at the familiar ruins, his whole body trembling, and when he caught a glimpse of the purple clothes beside Liu Bowen, everything had an answer.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the smart boy immediately understood the meaning of Ying Heng's words.

"It's you! Yes, it's you!!"

Chen Ping widened his eyes and looked at Ying Heng with anger, who still looked calm.

He was wearing a white shirt and holding an oil-paper umbrella, and his every move revealed a dignity that did not belong to this land.

In contrast, Chen Ping and the villagers were in a miserable state, in stark contrast to Ying Heng.

Pain and despair do not seem to belong to Ying Heng.

Ying Heng raised his eyes, looked at Chen Ping who wanted to kill him, and nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)