Even in the face of natural disasters, I will protect the Qin people from death!

Ying Changqing couldn't tell whether the water flowing down their bodies was rain or sweat.

Ehuang, Nüying, and Nangong Pushe looked at the busy crowd and the dam deformed by the huge waves, their eyes filled with worry and sympathy.

"Your Highness, we must lend a hand."

"That dam is about to collapse."

"If the dikes break, these hundreds of farmers will drown."

Ying Changqing did not answer.

The village chief and the county magistrate, who were some distance away, saw Ying Changqing and his entourage and looked on with puzzlement.

The four of them didn't use umbrellas, yet they didn't get wet at all in the heavy rain.

The rain stopped three feet away from them, which was strange.

The horse I rode was also clean and spotless, without a speck of mud.

The river, which could have easily submerged a horse's legs, now seemed to have been sliced ​​open by a knife, creating a path for it.

"Excuse me, sir, where do you come from? The Wei River is in great danger right now; the dike could collapse at any moment!"

"I see that you are very skilled in martial arts, but floods are natural disasters and cannot be stopped by human power."

"If you don't want anything to happen, please leave immediately, sir."

Upon hearing the county magistrate's advice, Ying Changqing immediately dismounted.

"I'll go check on the situation. If you'd like to help, please do what you can."

These people are all citizens of the Great Qin Dynasty. Now that he has encountered them, Ying Changqing will not ignore them.

Upon hearing Ying Changqing's words, Ehuang, Nüying, and Nangong Pushe immediately dismounted and followed the farmers toward the distant sandy beach.

The three of them knew martial arts, and even though they were women, they were much stronger than ordinary farmers.

Therefore, each person can handle twenty or thirty people.

But that's still not enough; the distant dikes are still very dangerous.

At this moment, Ying Changqing walked up to the village chief and the county magistrate.

"What are your names?"

Upon seeing Ying Changqing's magnificent black brocade robe, the county magistrate and the village chief respectfully bowed and inquired.

Ordinary people all wear coarse linen clothes; those who can afford such clothes must be rich, and the two of them dared not offend them.

"The Great Qin Prince, Lord Yaoguang, Ying Changqing."

The village chief and the county magistrate immediately knelt down.

"This humble subject, Wang Liu, greets His Highness the Third Prince."

"Li Huaiyuan, the magistrate of Wei County, pays his respects to Your Highness."

Impersonating a prince of the Qin Empire is a serious crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family.

Ying Changqing was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an imposing presence, so the two of them had no suspicions.

He raised his hand to help the two up: "Please rise, both of you."

"The Wei River has swelled due to days of torrential rain. Why haven't you evacuated?"

"Can't you see? The rain keeps pouring down. What you're doing is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; you can't stop the flood from breaching the dike."

Wang Liu and Li Huaiyuan exchanged a glance and gave each other a wry smile.

"Of course we know."

"Not only do I know, the village chief knows, everyone present understands the situation, but..."

Li Huaiyuan turned and pointed to the small hill in the distance.

Following his directions, Ying Changqing saw a village halfway up the hill, which was faintly visible.

On the mountain road, many people, supporting the elderly and carrying children, struggled to evacuate to the top of the mountain.

Li Huaiyuan said, "There are also elderly people with mobility issues and crying children in the mountains; they are all our relatives."

"They are not safe yet, we cannot back down."

"Our brothers upstream and downstream are working tirelessly to block the Wei River; we cannot lose face."

"The people of Daqin, far away, are unaware that a flood is coming."

"Retreating now might save our lives, but if the Wei River breaches its banks, thousands of miles of land will be flooded."

"At that time, not just a few hundred people will die, but tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, will be left homeless."

As soon as Li Huaiyuan finished speaking, Wang Liu calmly replied, "With us here, we can definitely buy those people more time to evacuate."

"If we can save a thousand lives, it would be worth dying for."

"Your Highness, you are different from us. We are just ordinary people, while you are a nobleman."

"All of us in Qin are waiting for you and the King of Qin to unify the six states, and even the whole world, so you cannot take any risks."

"The Wei River hasn't breached its banks yet. You should leave quickly. As long as you're safe, you'll definitely survive with your abilities."

Looking at the two fearless individuals before him, Ying Changqing asked, "You know you'll die, are you really not afraid? Aren't those farmers afraid to die too?"

"The matter is already settled. If we don't do it, someone else will."

"As for fear?"

Li Huaiyuan turned to the laborers and shouted, "Brothers, are you afraid to die?"

"Afraid of death? If I were afraid of death, I would have run away long ago!"

"I'm just afraid that all my efforts will have been in vain, and I won't have been able to save more people."

"Death? I'm not afraid of that!"

"My mother, wife, and children are still in danger. I'd be willing to die for them; this life is nothing!"

Ying Changqing immediately became respectful.

The world is doomed, and those who want to save it have already stood up!

These people come from humble backgrounds and do nothing earth-shattering.

But Ying Changqing truly admired the Qin people's actions.

He stared at the men in the rain, as well as Li Huaiyuan and Wang Liu, his eyes burning like fire.

"The disaster caused by the Wei River breaching its banks today must be stopped; these people must live!"

"I want you to live to see the day when the Qin Empire unifies the seven kingdoms and conquers the world."

Li Huaiyuan and Wang Liu stared at Ying Changqing, listening to him reveal the Qin people's ambitions.

Sadness flashed in their eyes, but they quickly regained their composure.

"The valiant Qin people, united in the face of national crisis!"

"We will fight to the death, until every drop of blood is spilled!"

Village chief Wang Liu sang these words softly, his eyes filled with reminiscence.

"Back then, I was also a soldier of the Qin state. In the blink of an eye, decades have passed."

But soon, his confused look turned into determination.

"If possible, I hope to see that golden age arrive in my lifetime."

"This is also the common wish of all Qin people."

"However, natural disasters are unavoidable and beyond human control; I can't wait until that day."

"I hope that Your Highness can witness that day arrives, and that those behind me can also see it. Then our deaths will have been worthwhile."

"You should leave now..."

Before he could finish speaking, panicked shouts came from afar.

"It's terrible, Magistrate! The Village Chief!"

"The floodwaters washed down rocks and mud, which were immediately swept away, and the dam was bound to collapse."

Li Huaiyuan and Wang Liu immediately turned around and looked at the women, children, and elderly who were being moved.

Li Huaiyuan immediately snatched the farmer's bamboo basket.

"If the dike can't be held, then we won't hold it!"

"Those who want to die, hold your bamboo baskets and join me in building the last city wall."

"Those who are worried about their families can leave now."

"I will buy you time, and no one will blame you."

After he finished speaking, all around was silent.

However, not a single one of the four or five hundred people present left.

Everyone carried a bamboo basket and continued silently toward the embankment.

Ehuang, Nüying, and Nangong Pushe walked up to Ying Changqing.

They looked at the towering waves of the Wei River in the distance, and at the four or five hundred strong men who, knowing the danger, still silently forged ahead, their backs heavy with burdens.

Nu Ying said softly, "Your Highness, I'm sorry, we tried our best, but... we couldn't do it."

Nu Ying buried her head in Ying Changqing's arms, unable to bear the tragic scene, and sobbed.

Ehuang also grabbed Ying Changqing's arm, silently shedding tears, her eyes filled with helplessness.