"An emergency notice is being broadcast now. Due to traffic problems ahead, trains B 3099, D 3021 bound for Fengyang, and D 4022 bound for Yanqi are delayed. Please register and wait patiently for the notification. Repeat..."
The loudspeaker vibrated heavily, and Rusong's ears were buzzing. He put up a pergola and looked at the end of the platform. The wide-gauge track branched into several lines and stretched out. The fog that had not been dispersed by the train headlights for a while seemed to be thick and strong. The clenched hands reminded me that the last batch of whistles had been a quarter of an hour ago.
Gao Keming folded his arms and leaned against the pillar, holding a grass root he had pulled out from nowhere. He looked around and said, "Hey, the bus to Fengyang seems to have been delayed. Haiyue should still be there. I'll go take a look."
"Hey, look at the bag for me!"
"Hold on!" Shen Rusong replied.
The platform was crowded with cadets waiting for the train. Their suitcases and bags were piled so high that there was no room for them to stay. Thousands of people gathered from all over the place just sat there chatting in silence, waiting for the train with nothing to do.
The gas mask was so tight that Shen Rusong tentatively took off the mask and took a sniff. Subconsciously, he felt a fine dust that made his nose itch. He sneezed immediately and looked at his watch, which showed the current temperature. The radiation safety index was at an acceptable level, so he simply twisted the mask straps around his upper arms like the others around him. The instructor was not around anyway, so he did whatever he felt comfortable with.
Borrowing fire from Shao Gang, the white bird smoke was particularly spicy. Shen Rusong was more or less a smoker, but he didn't dare to swallow it. He held the cigarette in one hand, unfolded a corner of the map, and thought deeply:
"Many outposts under Yanqi Base are close to the Hailan Tuduo River. I think we might as well assign them to the riverside."
Shao Gang was too lazy to look further and said, "That's better than squatting in the woods."
Shen Rusong was happy when he heard this and said: "Didn't you boast two days ago that the custodian would show off his power in the winter martial arts competition? You said that you would be awarded third-class merit for building twenty armored rat nests. What did you say, ah, it must be take. "
Shao Gang picked at the tips of his teeth, and his spit turned into threads. He said helplessly: "Fuck, I didn't say I wouldn't participate. Who can stand it if I squat in the forest for more than three months until the frost hits."
"There are always girls in the camp. Nowadays, there are more female soldiers who are jealous of this matter. Do you remember Chen Xiaoxiang? This girl is so bad at playing 75 sniper. She can do the work of three people by herself, and you can do it for others. Isn’t that so bad if you do some menial work and track certain targets?”
Shao Gang's eyes suddenly narrowed into slits, which is what happens when this kid is happy.
"It makes sense. Hey, Chen Xiaoxiang is not separated from Yan Qi, right?"
"Your head is not smaller than Big Tou's. Why don't you take a few more glances at the assignment list posted on the bulletin wall? We are going to Beiqin, which is... well, more than a hundred kilometers away from Yanqi. In the summer, both bases engage in confrontation. "
"Oh oh oh……"
Both of them felt a little hungry as they talked. Although everyone was equipped according to marching standards except for guns and ammunition when they set off, and they brought three days' worth of field rations, it would be bad if they didn't finish the rations after all. , the platform was so crowded that it was difficult to operate the palm stove.
"The car won't be here for an hour. Why don't we go to the base cafeteria for a meal?" Shao Gang suggested.
Shen Rusong stood up and looked for Gao Keming, but of course he couldn't find him. However, the fact that he hadn't come back yet meant that this guy was probably chatting. It was too annoying to make that light bulb.
Shen Rusong hesitated and said: "It's okay to wander around... Just be afraid..."
Shao Gang directly folded the bag and asked the acquaintance next to him to stare at it for a while, and said disdainfully: "You are afraid of a ball. I hope the big head doesn't come back to have a fucking sex."
Shen Rusong smiled silently, jumped on tiptoes to the exit tunnel, and replied: "If he has this ability, how can he keep shouting for so long? Damn..."
The two of them entered the exit tunnel side by side. Every few meters, there were refuge points where poison canisters and temporary oxygen breathing lines were stored. The paint on the safety door was all peeled off, but it was not bad compared to the wall that was so damaged that the steel bars were exposed.
The fluorescent lamp is very bright, otherwise the posters on the wall would be in vain.
Compared with the danger avoidance notices and production slogans that can be seen everywhere in underground cities, most of the tunnels here are warning slogans, such as "Gas mask is the second life", "Be vigilant and revive the motherland", "Hold the gun and guard the place" wait.
But "no open defecation"...
Can the tunnel stop twisting and turning to guard against enemies? If the enemy had come here, we would have finished the game long ago. Shen Rusong thought.
There are often heavily armored patrols passing by. The easiest way to distinguish between infrastructure soldiers and combat soldiers is to see who is not wearing a respirator. After all, you have to be out of breath from the tiring work of carrying handbags on your shoulders.
The smell of disinfectant in the air was very strong, and it didn't weaken until the exit as the natural light became stronger.
Shen Rusong's nose felt extremely itchy and he sneezed hard. However, his eyes felt hot and his body felt cold. He suddenly realized that he had entered the 102 deployment base.
The distant wind and snow stained Shen Rusong's freshly dried mask with water drops.
The heavy truck carrying ore rolled over the wet gravel road, and the brown ash raised up followed the frost and dust and stuck to the low factory building and camp submerged in the gloom of early spring.
The light from the airport tower indicator light in the distance penetrated the haze, making people look up and feel that there was finally some kind of bright color covering the sky.
The truck roared past, and mud splashed onto the heavy pine boots. Several exoskeleton infantrymen carrying oxygen bottles strode past with a creaking step. Their faces were completely hidden under their armor. There was only a pair of black eyes, staring at the little guy who was frozen in the crowd.
"What's wrong with you? Have you lost your soul?"
Shao Gang grabbed Shen Rusong's shoulders with both hands and shook him.
Only three to five meters in front of him, a Type 69A "Siberian Tiger" tank numbered 749 with a rear-turned turret rumbled by. Infrastructure soldiers carried rescue logs and followed the tank into the motorcycle repair shop.
Shao Gang hugged Shen Rusong and pressed his whole body behind Shen Rusong, shouting: "Let's go, let's go, I'm starving to death."
Shen Rusong was not used to this guy, so he immediately shook him off, gave him a low kick, cut the crook of his leg, and said: "Go away, go on your own."
"What were you thinking about just now? You were lost in thought."
"Think about what to eat next!"
The base canteen is easy to find, because the 102 Deployment Base is one of the earliest surface bases established, and its history was familiar to Shen Rusong when he was in elementary school. After becoming a sergeant, the template answer to the drawing class assignment was the early days of the 101 and 102 bases. floor plan.
So Shen Rusong looked at the street signs for a while to figure out how far he was from the ruins of the bunker at the center of the circle. He took two forks along the road and accurately found the building with the biggest smoke among the same six-story Fuxing Building. .
The surface base operates three shifts, with people and machines constantly resting. The two of them did not catch up with the shift, so they had to beg the cook to heat up the food.
What to eat is not a particular problem. In the final analysis, it’s just a few things, so there’s no choice at all.
Two tablespoons of cabbage and mushrooms, mashed potatoes today, not thick rice, and a bowl of tomato soup with two oily stars.
I also gave Shen Rusong a meal ticket here.
Shen Rusong tasted the mashed potatoes with a sense of freshness, sighed, and called to Shao Gang:
"Cut a piece of meat stamp, make a portion of sauced meat and let's share it. It's so bland that I doubt there's any oil in it."
Every Alliance dungeon has a farm area, but Dragon Mountain dungeon is slightly different. Among the seven adjacent underground cities, the seventh city "Nabo" is located in the lower reaches of the Bailong Underground River. It has abundant water resources. When it was built that year, all the remaining building hydrogen bombs were used, and it has the largest area. It is the most extensive, so it has the most vertical hydroponic farms and nuclear power plants. It is the main source of fresh water supply for the other six cities.
Although more than 10 million people in Longshan have no worries about eating rice and vegetables, eating meat is miserable. Not even half of the Zheliu and Yumen underground cities in the two provinces outside the mountain can keep up. After all, the weather there is It's serious, but the land is vast and sparsely populated, and the radiation is really low. Herding cows and sheep is a joy.
The area of Longshan produces enough grain, but the place is really not big enough. When it comes to living in a more spacious place or eating more meat, everyone generally chooses the former, if any.
We have tried countless times to build livestock farms on the surface. The transportation capacity of the underground city is more tight than the housing. When it comes to ammunition supply and pig feed transportation, no one will choose the latter.
Not only do we need to transport grain, but the surface of the earth is extremely cold for six months of the year. How about saving some electricity to heat the pigs? If the infrastructure soldiers know this, why don't they just steal this guy and live in a pig pen?
After a lot of work, we had a winter training. We quickly hunted mutant beasts and deformed species while they were hibernating. However, we captured a hyena pig weighing more than 300 kilograms. We first processed the organs with excessive radiation dose, and then planed them out. In fact, in a place that is too smelly to eat, less than 30% of the meat is left to eat, and this is considered to be a high meat rate.
There were eight pieces of meat in the sauce. Shen Rusong chewed his teeth and left two pieces for Gao Keming, who was picking up girls. The soup was poured on the mashed potatoes, which finally left a taste in his mouth.
It tastes bad, and it is absolutely unacceptable to waste it.
Shen Rusong was licking his dinner plate and glanced at the stall where he was serving food. Two people wearing standard military coats stopped there. Shen Rusong's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the two people using ordinary meal tickets. What was on the dinner plate was white polished rice and stewed pork with potatoes. Even the cabbage was sprinkled with spicy pepper, and it was all vegetable leaves.
"Fuck, these two people are rich. This meal is our meal ticket for the whole day." Shao Gang stared at the two remaining pieces of sauced meat as he spoke.
"Go ahead, this is a big piece of meat, please have a conscience." Shen Rusong covered the lunch box and said.
Shao Gang naturally noticed the red braised meat on the other side, which everyone would be greedy for. He smacked his lips, ran his tongue between his teeth, and said coldly: "I told you how to eat well. I came from the military academy. Grass."
"You are a military cadet, not as good as us cadets. There is no point in being jealous. Just eat and leave." Shen Rusong didn't want to complain, so he grabbed Shao Gang's arm and held him until he was out the door before letting go.
"Are you afraid that I will go up and lift their plates?" Shao Gang said.
Shen Rusong did not look at Shao Gang and avoided his gaze. He put his hands in his pockets, bit his lip, exhaled slowly and said, "You know what I mean."
Shao Gang shook his head and did not light up his cigarette. He slowly stepped on the gravel road covered with a thin layer of snow with his boots. He stretched out his hand to catch his breath and said, "Yeah, I remember those shitty things very clearly. I just watched them." I’m not used to this kind of behavior! Damn it, I hate eating meat and being vegetarian. I’ve endured the detention, and the sign says..."
Shen Rusong punched him, pursed his lips, and said, "What about the two pieces of meat? Are you angry with me? How many times have you said that shit? Damn it, let's go back to the station."
The lunch box was swinging in Shen Rusong's hand. The huge 102 deployment base was decorated with lights and red banners of "The 40th Anniversary of the Founding" were hung everywhere. They were waiting at the intersection for tanks to pass one by one, wearing soft hats. The armored soldier couldn't see anyone unless he lowered his head. He stepped on the accelerator and drove away with a roar of exhaust gas.
