For the next few days, maybe three, maybe four, Jiang Ling would have Li Wenjia lead her into the pipes whenever she got the chance. These two rats explored this vast maze, which covered nearly 100,000 square meters. This made the patrol officers doubt their hearing, and a rumor began to spread among the crowd.
They said: There are rats in the station.
So the managers organized some unemployed people to clean the station, and they even paid a reward to anyone who caught a mouse. "Two points for one mouse!" Those idle people spontaneously started a primitive exchange, and after about a day, merchants were born among them.
They said: There are people talking in those pipes.
Some brave souls began diving into the tunnels, which gave the administrators a headache. Reports kept coming in of people who had gone in and never come out, strangers suddenly emerging from nowhere, and people waking up the next day to find several people lying unconscious. So they had to organize patrols in the tunnels, and suddenly, it seemed like everyone had something to do.
Then they said: Someone is stealing or smuggling contraband in the pipeline.
This finally stirred up a hornet's nest, and the military and police were dispatched to every entrance and exit to strictly enforce the ban. But unfortunately, after a whole day of martial law, they only caught two rats.
"Tell me, why did you go in there?"
Jiang Ling, Li Wenjia, and a group of idlers gathered around the interrogation room, eavesdropping on the "torture" going on inside. According to an insider, the two men had been bored for days and tried to sneak to the main entrance to open the security door. They were then caught by patrol officers. They attempted to escape, but unfortunately, they crawled into the ventilation duct leading to the women's restroom and were eventually brought here by several middle-aged women.
All in all, life these past few days has been very comfortable and a bit unremarkable.
Huang Yun always came home at night with a scent of milk. This was her job, taking care of little ones, very young ones. The wet nurses would always gossip about these babies, so she was well-informed.
"You know what? Most of the residents on the lower floors are military or workers' families. They evacuated a long time ago!"
"I heard that although they arranged the evacuation early, there were heavy casualties. But I don't know the reason."
"I know that. The people building the subway suffered the most casualties. They were working on a tight deadline, and someone died almost every kilometer! My uncle told me this. A relative of his died on the line from Shanghai to Jinling. It was a tragic death!"
"Can't you guys just talk about something good? You're always so stubborn!"
"Okay, let me tell you another one."
"Speak up! What are you showing off?"
"Wait a minute, let me think about it. Let me tell you about what happened two days ago, on a dark and windy morning..."
Huang Yun understood that this woman had probably mixed a Water Margin story with the events surrounding Jiang Ling and the others, telling it from a bystander's perspective. The story was quite high-minded, involving themes of sacrifice, loyalty, and friendship. This story had the "young aunts" in their thirties and forties all around them stunned, though the ultimate outcome was still a story of life and death. But it's true that the easiest topics to bring up are usually the more bizarre.
Jiang Wenwen's "schooling" is now a distant prospect, and parents who can't teach their children to read are already impatient. They're flocking to the suggestion box to submit suggestions for reopening schools, but the reopening will likely be delayed until after the war. Those involved are frantically mobilizing resources, and there are still many soldiers on the ground who need support. Survival comes first. While education is important, it must ultimately take a back seat.
This situation was a good thing for her. She said that if she fought for a few more years, she might not have to go to the same school with those childish people. In a sense, she was right. Judging by the intensity of the fire that Jiang Ling saw on the ground, it would not take more than a month for everyone to stop going to school.
This "old kid" was studying the terminal all day long, which made Huang Yun very jealous. She couldn't get one for her job until the end of the month.
. . . . . .
If the underground world can be considered comfortable, the surface world can only be described as hell.
Those scythes of death, trailing flames, mercilessly harvested all life on earth. For seventy-eight hours, the scourge had not stopped, and it intensified.
Country Z's air defenses have begun to decline, and missiles landing in remote areas are no longer able to reach them. Furthermore, the latest news is that Country E to the north has also joined the war. Almost a quarter of their population has been wiped out by the freezing cold and nuclear explosions, leaving them with nothing left to defend. This war must be stopped, and those madmen must be prevented from winning.
If Country E was still under the joint defense framework, it should have been able to reduce some of the defense pressure in the north, but they ignored the last request.
The central government's directive is to spare no effort to protect the people. It seems we've reached a critical juncture of life and death, and the higher-ups are considering concentrating their efforts on protecting as many people as possible. But there are trade-offs, and their ultimate decision is to preserve the flame of civilization.
"Did you finally choose Shu? It's really hard not to choose this place. It's surrounded by mountains and is easy to defend but difficult to attack." The headquarters of the mutant rapid reaction force received the transfer order.
"And! And the entire industrial capacity has been transferred there. In fact, there are only three places with the same level of industry. The Demon City is gone, and the other one is the Magic City!"
"The traffic in Shanghai is good, but it's too, too slow. If the facilities are damaged, it's easy for nuclear-contaminated seawater to flood back."
"We must evacuate immediately, but we must leave something behind for them. In case some of them survive, we must bring them back." The commander-in-chief ordered, "Ning Weihe! You are from Jinling, so I can leave them to you, right?"
"Yes! I promise to complete the task!"
"How many people do you want? As long as they're willing to go, I'll give them to you!" He paused, "These are just requests. Don't let them die!"
Ning Weihe saluted, then relaxed and nodded solemnly: "I won't want many people. Most of the people who stay with me will not be able to leave. I know this. I want this number!" He raised his left hand and stretched out three fingers.
"Thirty! Okay, I agree! You go and pick one now!" The commander-in-chief immediately nodded in agreement, then stood up and arranged for the others to prepare for action, completely ignoring Ning Weihe's expression.
"Yes!" This guy almost cursed this time, and then quickly shouted to his leader: "We need the best equipment!"
"Go quickly!" The commander-in-chief agreed to this statement. He knew he was in the wrong, but giving the soldiers to him would mean sending them to their deaths, so he had to make this decision.
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