In the morning, the port was noisy and busy, with trucks in a string like ants, constantly carrying mountains of containers and scattered goods on the docks.

The incoming freighter whistled a "whin", a few stray dogs scrambled for a bone that I didn't know where to find, and the black exhaust fumes of the freight truck mixed with the fumes from the breakfast stalls on the street, making people smell panicked.

But in such a chaotic environment, there are always people who want a little peace.

Mo Yan walked slowly along the fairly wide road of the pier, flustered and excited in his heart, but more confused.

As a person born in the hinterland, Mo Yan is not ignorant of port cities, and because of the convenient modern transportation, he has even traveled to several port cities himself. But the scenery and scenery that I saw and heard did not match the pier in front of me at all.

There is no automated terminal loading and unloading system, no reasonable port layout planning, no modern circuit transportation system, and even the trucks that carry goods are very old models, not to mention those port buildings that look very old and backward at first glance.

"Crossing" is not a new and unfamiliar word for Mo Yan, who grew up in the Internet era, but when this word really came to him, he lost the indifference he usually had.

There was no thunder and cliff chatter, nor was it a self-sacrificing person with a surge of blood, just a blink of an eye on the way to the supermarket, and one step crossed from the inland county town in late summer to the coastal dock in early winter.

Thanks to the prosperity of electronic payment in modern society, Mo Yan only has a body of clothes, a mobile phone, a bunch of keys, and nothing else.

Walking along the road, there is a bustling market not far away, where you can find everything from the hot goods that have just been unloaded from the pier, fresh fish and prawns, crabs with teeth and claws, and shells and conches with different flavors. Small commodities fly with fish and shrimp, textiles and grains dance together, this is a port market without any planning at all, but there are several different characteristics in this mess and fragmentation.

The market is very lively, with a constant stream of vendors and shoppers always in a hurry, although there is no specific plan, but the process of buying and selling is extremely efficient, and there are few quarrels over prices.

There are all kinds of people here, white, black, yellow, old, middle-aged, young, like a hodgepodge.

Mo Yan, who was dressed in autumn clothes, was not conspicuous in the crowd, and the climate in early winter was not too cold, although everyone consciously dressed thicker, but there were also some passers-by who were thinly dressed.

It was gray and cloudy, and it didn't look like it was going to rain, but the sun wasn't going to come out either. Mo Yan reached out and activated the dormant mobile phone in the pocket in his arms, pulled open the collar and glanced inside, the time was 10:33 in the morning.

People in the market are basically using pocket watches and watches to check the time, and mobile phones may be too novel for them, so Mo Yan naturally has no intention of exposing mobile phones, and it is always right to be cautious in this strange place.

Fortunately, Mo Yan had breakfast before going out, and now he is still full, at least for the time being, he doesn't have to worry about food.

Continuing to walk along the market, Mo Yan observed as he walked.

The customs, living habits, food and goods, clothing, architectural style, everything in this port is so new to Mo Yan, if this is just a tour, it would be great.

He hadn't gone far before Mo Yan was stopped by a little girl carrying a basket. The girl had curly brown hair, was dressed in a gray cloth dress, and had fair skin, and looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old.

"Sir, do you need a box of cigarettes? Fresh goods just arrived from Gamedea, Uthiel brand cigarettes, and shredded tobacco are all of the highest quality, and a box costs only two federal dollars, which is a whole eight dimes cheaper than the dock store! The little girl lifted the gray cloth covering the basket and showed Mo Yan the neatly stacked cigarettes inside.

The packaging of the cigarette is very simple, it looks like a paper bag printed with dahlia, there is no plastic seal on the outside, the cigarette box is not a hard shell, and judging from the length of the cigarette box, there should not even be a filter.

"Sorry, I don't smoke." The girl came to sell cigarettes on the dock at a young age, and Mo Yan also knew that life was not easy, but now he has a clean breeze on his sleeves, let alone two federal dollars, and he doesn't have a penny.

"How about some candy, it's also fresh from Gamadey, there are two kinds of apple flavor and peach flavor, the price is half lower than that in the store, you can buy a pound for only seven yuan, and the children at home will definitely like it!" The little girl quickly turned the basket around and continued to show Mo Yan the candy in the small paper bag on the other side of the basket.

The packaging of these candies is more rudimentary than cigarettes, and instead of being separated, they are packed in small piles of fist-sized brown paper bags, and some are even glued together.

"I actually ......"

Just when Mo Yan wanted to confess to the little girl the fact that he had no money, a terrible air raid siren suddenly sounded throughout the port.

With the sound of the air raid siren, the noisy bazaar suddenly quieted down, and then two or three seconds later burst open, and people rushed towards the city like crazy, crying, screaming, shouting, all kinds of sounds suddenly flooded the bazaar, almost suppressing the whistling sound of the air raid siren.

Before Mo Yan knew why, the surging crowd rushed towards the city with him and the little girl.

Although he didn't know what was happening, Mo Yan knew that in this situation it was best to follow the trend and follow in the footsteps of the masses, and he didn't want to die young because of the stampede. While being squeezed towards the city, Mo Yan did not forget to pull the little girl who sold him cigarettes and candy.

Following the surging flow of people from the bazaar to the city, soldiers in military uniforms and rifles immediately guided the crowd to underground passages like subway entrances. Not only the people in the bazaar, but also the people in the city poured out of the buildings in panic, carrying large bags of belongings to the underground passages.

After a nervous run, Mo Yan and the little girl were led into an underground passage behind a building.

Walking down the passage, you soon came to a place like an underground square, the square is quite wide, the ground is flat concrete floor, and there are simple lighting facilities, but unfortunately the light source is a little dim.

After the flow of people came to a corner at the edge of the square, Mo Yan had time to breathe a sigh of relief, just now in the process of escaping, he heard the panicked people shouting words such as "air raid", "demon" and "bombing", which made him a little flustered.

"Sir, can you let me go?" While Mo Yan was thinking wildly, a timid voice sounded beside him.

Mo Yan reacted at this time, and he seemed to be holding the hand of the little girl who sold goods.

"Sorry......" Mo Yan naturally let go of the little hand he had been holding, and turned his head to look at the little girl beside him.

"It's okay, thanks to you, sir, I can follow you to the bomb shelter." As the little girl spoke, she did not forget to check the basket she was carrying, and almost half of the goods in it were scattered along the way during the escape just now, which made her feel very distressed.

"Bang!" When Mo Yan was about to say something, there was a sudden muffled sound from the roof of the cave, and with this sound, the entire air-raid shelter also shook slightly.

"They're coming, they're coming!"

"Damn it, didn't the federal government say that the port city was safe!"

"Demon, this is the demon sent by the Lord to clean up the world!"

"My goods have just arrived at the dock, and this kind of thing has happened, which is a big loss......

"O Holy and High Lord! Bless your servants! ”

"I worked hard for seven years to buy a house in this city, and I really fell into blood mold!"

After the first muffled sound, a series of sounds followed, some near, some far away. Each time, the bomb shelter shook slightly, and occasionally the cement on the roof of the shelter was cracked and fell, causing panic among the evacuees.

Even the little girl, who seemed calm before, became anxious and nervous in this burst of muffled noise, leaning tightly against Mo Yan who was sitting in the corner, carrying the goods blue in one hand, holding Mo Yan's arm with the other, and her body trembled slightly from time to time.

Mo Yan couldn't do anything about this situation, so he could only slowly stroke the little girl's head and give some comfort.

After all, the meaning of such a thing as "war" is not something that people like Mo Yan, who were born in peacetime, can understand.

The dull noise lasted for a long time, subsided in the afternoon, and then continued intermittently into the evening, until about nine o'clock in the evening it became thin.

It is simply that there are at least some soldiers with rifles in the bomb shelter to maintain order, so as not to let the people in the cave who are dominated by panic and anxiety do something out of the ordinary. Of course, there is no food to provide in such a situation, after all, no one wants to risk their lives to go out in search of food.

Panic, anxiety, hunger, people spend a long night in the company of these emotions.

The airstrikes ended around 4 a.m. the next day, and since then there have been no muffled noises or vibrations, but because it was late at night, people were reluctant to leave the safe bomb shelters at this time.

At 7:30 a.m. the next day, Mo Yan was woken up by the mobile phone that kept vibrating in his arms. Reaching into his arms to turn off the set electronic alarm clock, Mo Yan rubbed his eyes, and then looked around.

In the dimly lit bomb shelter, most people were still asleep, after all, yesterday's air raid did not really end until late at night, and most people fell asleep after that. The soldiers who maintained order were divided into two shifts, one group resting against the wall, the other group standing energetically, and occasionally a few people patrolling the square.

The little girl who brought it with her yesterday was still holding Mo Yan's arm tightly, and her head was resting on his shoulder and sleeping soundly. But even in her sleep, her other hand was firmly on the basket of the sellers.

Without waking up the sleeping little girl, Mo Yan carefully moved his somewhat numb hands and feet, and rested on the cold concrete floor for a night, which was a novel experience for him. The thicker autumn clothes I bought in order to save trouble performed well, and it maintained the temperature of Mo Yan's body very well, of course, it would be better if I could eat a little.

Time continued to go on, and people woke up one after another, until about 8:30, a girl in a navy uniform led several soldiers to the bomb shelter and loudly announced that all the enemy planes had been destroyed and expelled. And claim that the navy has set up a defensive line in the surrounding 300 miles of sea overnight and dealt a brutal blow to the invading enemy, please rest assured.

The girl in military uniform came and went in a hurry, and immediately left the bomb shelter after announcing that it was safe.

It was safe outside, and people naturally did not want to continue to stay in this oppressive and dreary air-raid shelter, and the soldiers who maintained order also began to guide the flow of people out of the air-raid shelter in an orderly manner.

Mo Yan also pulled the girl who had just woken up and looked a little dazed out of the dim square, and left the shelter along the underground passage.

The time was 8:53 a.m., and Mo Yan, who had walked out of the bomb shelter, looked up at the sky.

It was gray and cloudy, and it didn't look like it was going to rain, but the sun wasn't going to come out either.