Okay, another drill.
It really doesn't stop.
Shang Lu glanced at the text message, turned off the screen of his phone and put it in his pocket. He raised his head and asked, "Master, are we practicing here every day? Are they disturbing the people?"
"It's easy to get used to it," the taxi driver said slowly, speaking in Chongqing dialect. "The air raid siren went off and we were told to stay in the house and not come out. It was like setting off fireworks."
The car "clunked" over a speed bump. Shanglu turned around and looked out. They were passing the seventh sharp turn on the winding mountain road. On one side of the road was a concrete slope protection as high as a person, and on the other side were lush plants. Nanshan average The altitude is 400 meters. Standing on the winding mountain road, you can vaguely see the skyscrapers of Chongqing, far away hidden in the thin fog - Chongqing is a foggy city, and there is always fog.
Phytolacca thought so.
There are no pedestrians or vehicles on the road. The taxi driver said that he rarely encounters people going up the mountain all year round. Some of them are people from the People's Liberation Army returning to their work units on official business. Who is still running up the mountain these days?
Beyond the mountain is the front line.
Officially, it is called the third-level contact buffer zone, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is called the front line.
"The traffic here is really difficult. I stood there for more than half an hour."
"Of course you don't have a car when you come from the West Railway Station. There are a lot of cars coming from the Jiefangbei and Guanyin Bridge. It's hard to cross the river. No one lives on this side of the river." The driver said, "Let's go, let's go." La."
"Master, why don't you leave?" Shang Lu asked.
"Which one should I drive?" The taxi driver sounded a little proud, but then calmed down again, "Ross, are you from Chengdu? Tell me, is Chengdu better than Chongqing?"
"That's not necessarily true." Shanglue said, "But Chengdu is in the rear area and is safer than here."
"Safety is a hammer." The driver sneered, "Let me tell you, Chongqing is the safest. Do you want to know why? Let me explain it to you one by one. First, Chongqing is the last bridgehead for all mankind. Chongqing If it falls, the entire Sichuan Basin will fall, so Chongqing’s defense force is the strongest. What are so many military bases on Nanshan used for? They are to protect the people. If something happens in Chongqing, no one can escape. Chongqing is fine. We don’t need to run, this is called the safest place in the most dangerous place.”
What he said is clear and logical.
Sure enough, even if the world ends, the basic skills of taxi drivers will still be there.
With a "clunk", the car ran over another buffer zone. From a distance, both the driver and Shanglu saw the sentry and the red and white landing gear on the roadside ahead. There were young soldiers in green camouflage uniforms heading towards They wave.
The driver slowly turned the steering wheel and the car stopped on the side of the road. The soldier came over and knocked on the window, leaned forward and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Give it away, one and a half!" The driver took out his driver's license and pointed to the pokemon in the back seat, "It belongs to your company."
"Comrade, ID."
The soldier came over and saluted.
Shanglu hurriedly took out his pass and report card from his backpack and handed them over through the car window.
"The Institute of Automation of the Chinese Academy of Sciences supports Shanglu, the technical specialist stationed at the 151 support base, and is here to report today."
After the inspection, the other party returned the document and raised the railing to let him go. Phytolacca poked his head out of the car window and looked back. The young and thin figure was still standing there, facing the empty winding mountain road, all alone.
After passing this card, there were no obstacles in the future. The taxi climbed all the way up the mountain. There were abandoned and dilapidated houses on both sides of the road. There was no light in the dark windows, and a thick layer of dust fell on the windowsills. These houses had been vacant for several years. The houses in the year are gradually being occupied by animals and plants. In the pre-Advent era, Nanshan was a famous scenic spot. There were towns on the mountain, but now no one lives on the mountain. Everyone has been moved away and resettled. There are all the people who have gone with them. Spring chicken.
Phytolacca tilted his head to the other side and looked west through the car window.
"Master, let me ask you something. You have been in Chongqing for so many years, have you ever seen that..."
"Are you asking about angels or giant machines?"
"Both."
"I've seen them both."
"when?"
"Yesterday." The driver said lightly, "I saw it yesterday when I drove to the Botanical Garden. It was very far away, but it was big, very big. It was lying on the trailer. Didn't it say there was going to be a drill? They would put it out every time there was a drill. Drag it out and run around, I think it must be dozens of stories high, red, with four hands, they said the name of that thing is Red Lotus, Rouse, you are a top student at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, do you think that thing can really drive? ?”
"I don't know, I haven't driven it either."
"You can go and see it. Honglian is at Yaowu Yao. You will definitely see it if you go there. He will go to the front line to support you after graduation. It's amazing, young man...I envy you kids, you are young and capable." The driver smacked. He smacked his lips and said with a hint of envy in his tone, "I don't have the ability, so I can only drive a taxi in the city."
"What's there to envy?"
"Let you choose, drive a taxi or drive a giant weapon, which one do you choose?"
Phytolacca was silent for a few seconds. He did not answer this question. In an era when mankind is destined to fail, it is difficult to say which one is more meaningful.
If you must choose, why not choose to rent a giant machine?
Phytolacca continued to cast his gaze out the window. He could not see the other side of the mountain. However, there were rumors circulating recently that Seraph was found nearby. Everyone had received the exercise notice issued by the war zone, which meant that the rumors were very likely. That may be correct, another Seraph has arrived.
This may not be a good time to report.
Maybe on the first day of his business report, he would be among the 6,418,667,421 people who died from the arrival of the Seraph, and he couldn't even make up the whole list.
Look at it this way, those who die in round numbers are really lucky.
But when would be a good time to report? This was a ridiculous era when humans drove giant weapons to garrison cities and angels roamed the wasteland. If it didn't really happen, Phytophaga would suspect that all humans are living a strange and long nightmare. Every day in the dream All terrible.
If you die, just die. After all, you are a martyr. When the time comes, the years of your birth and death will be engraved on your tombstone in the Martyrs Cemetery in the Botanical Garden:
"August 27, 1992 - August 26, 2016."
Shang Lu suddenly remembered that tomorrow was his birthday, so he dismissed the idea from his mind.
Can't die tomorrow.
The taxi continued to drive up the mountain. Phytoglu looked forward. Tomorrow he would be 24 years old. He was lucky to live for another year in this world. Phytoglu hoped that his 24th birthday would be a good start, at least. Next, the 151 support base that is about to welcome him will be a decent birthday gift given to him by fate.
With a click, the taxi ran over another speed bump.
Shangluca counted silently in his mind.
This is the twenty-second bend up the mountain.
