Nakakyo Central District, West Straight Road.

The massive three-storey concrete wall stretches along the west straight road to the end of the horizon, with no edge in sight, reminiscent of the towering walls of Yuan Chonghuan's rejection of Qing soldiers 400 years ago.

On the top of the city wall, a row of fine barbed metal mesh is woven on the top of the wall, not to mention that the smooth and flat wall is not hung on at all, and even if anyone can climb the wall, they will be torn apart by the electric metal mesh.

The harsh winter sun poured down on the tall and majestic city walls, and the scattered light snow on them was difficult for anyone to look at.

Mr. Wu has never seen such a magnificent building, but you must know that it is only a month since the disaster broke out, and building such a large-scale building in such a short period of time is by no means possible for any country today.

"It's spectacular," the soldier walked to Wu Zong's side with the car door, and also raised his eyes: "The people who entered here for the first time are just like you." ”

Wu Zong didn't know how to answer the soldiers.

Indeed, this stretch of thick city wall is indeed very shocking, but Wu Zong does not think that it can be called magnificent, because it does not represent the prosperity of heavy work, on the contrary, the towering city wall exudes the misery and desolation of human resistance.

The high wall on which human industry was finally used made made Wu Zong feel an indescribable sadness.

"Hmm," Wu Zong nodded and replied perfunctorily.

"Let's go," the soldier patted Wu Zong on the shoulder, and walked to the rows of field barracks under the high wall.

Wu Zong followed and walked up.

I saw that under the high wall, rows of dark green simple field barracks were neatly arranged, about one hundred and eighty, and between each barracks there was a narrow road for two people to pass through.

Wu Zong followed the soldiers all the way to a two-story simple house not far from the barracks area, and saw that there was an empty field about the size of two or three basketball courts at the door of the simple house, and there was an awning near the entrance of the open space, and a doctor in a white coat was sitting under the awning and napping.

The soldier took two steps forward and beckoned, "Lao Xi, fill in a card." ”

"Hey," the doctor known as Lao Xi was drowsy, and was suddenly beaten by the soldier's shout, raised his head to look at the soldier, and answered.

Lao Xi rubbed his face, yawned and took out a palm-sized piece of cardboard from the table, and handed it to Wu Zong: "Fill it in first." ”

I saw that there were items on the card, which were all basic information such as name, age, blood type, etc., and there was a number below the personal information.

"I'll just fill in the front," Wu Zong asked, holding up his registration card.

"Hmm," the doctor nodded, didn't look at Wu Zong, and flipped through the registration book in his hand without looking at him.

After a while, Wu Zong filled out the card and pushed it to the doctor: "Take a look,"

The doctor took the card and glanced at it twice, then wrote the number T-72-7 in the numbered column, then took out a red badge from the table and dipped it in mud and stamped it under the registration card.

"Okay," the doctor said as he handed the registration card to Wu Zong, and gave him an empty work card sleeve that could be hung around his neck: "Inside, don't lose it, leave the bag, and return the card and card sleeve to receive the bag when the time comes." ”

Sure enough, Wu Zong took it and found that this card sleeve was obviously not new, and he shouldn't know how many hands it was.

Wu Zong glanced at the soldier, only to see that the soldier nodded and motioned for Wu Zong to take off his backpack.

Wu Zong was not hypocritical, although there was still some food in the bag, but it was already here, and it was obviously unnecessary to drag and pull to keep that bit of food and cause conflicts.

The doctor took the backpack from Wu Zong's hand and pointed to the barracks area on the other side: "Keep going, barracks No. 72, find bed No. 7 after entering, that is yours, line up at twelve o'clock at noon and six o'clock in the afternoon every day according to the serial number to receive food, once you find that you have a fever or anyone else's fever, you must come and report it as soon as possible, and everything else will be arranged." ”

"Oh, okay," Wu Zong replied and followed the soldier to take two steps outside.

"Wu Baoxi, right," the soldier said, tightening the military coat on his body.

"Ah," Wu Zong also reflected, and said that it was really troublesome to change his name, so he hurriedly greeted: "What's wrong." ”

The soldier looked at Wu Zong: "I see that your kid is not bad, and I remind you of a few things." ”

"You say," Wu Zong nodded in response.

"This person will inevitably have some thorns in the face," the soldier said: "Although there are many fewer people from our T mouth than those gates, but it is inevitable that one or two bastards will come in, in principle, as long as it is a refugee, we are obliged to accept it, and if it does not involve murder and fire prevention, basically no one will care, after you go in, you will be honest, if there are thorns to trouble you, you will follow them, at this time, life is the most important, you can enter the wall, half of your life will be saved, take a step back and open the sky, you know." ”

It can be seen that the soldier's words are indeed instructed by Wu Zong, not only the relationship between the two cigarettes, the soldier seems to be more pleasing to Wu Zong, and before leaving, he told Wu Zong without a trace.

But it's only a couple of admonitions, whether you can get into the high wall well depends on this kid's own ability.

Wu Zong thanked the soldiers, and he was still a little grateful in his heart, although the words told by the soldiers were of little use to Wu Zong, but to be cared for, Wu Zong's heart was still a little warm.

After bidding farewell to the soldiers, Wu Zong took his registration card and looked inside one by one along the main road of the barracks area, walked for a while, and finally found Barracks No. 72 near the rear of the barracks area.

Wu Zong opened the curtain of the barracks, and a mixture of greasy and sour smell came to his face, making Wu Zong couldn't help but sneeze.

Ordinary newcomers may not be very accustomed to this kind of smell, but for Wu Zong, this strange smell is already very acceptable.

As Wu Zong came in with the curtain, several people who had not taken a nap were alarmed and looked towards the door.

However, these people only glanced at Wu Zong, and did not show any surprise and freshness, but instead lay down again with a numb face.

Wu Zong couldn't be more familiar with this kind of numb eyes, and he didn't care, and looked around in the barracks.

In fact, the barracks was not small, and the space inside should be more than 30 square meters, but on the ground of more than 30 square meters, there were ten marching beds, which made the whole barracks look very crowded, and the ten beds were neatly enclosed in a circle against the edge of the barracks.

Since luggage was not allowed to be brought in, there was no mess in the whole barracks, but even so, only the middle circle of the whole barracks still had a place to stay.

But small has a small advantage - at least the bed is easy to find.

Wu Zong stood in place and looked left and right to find bed No. 7, which was on a corner of the barracks near the inside, and there was nothing on it.

Wu Zong glanced at the people around him, on the left was a middle-aged bald fat man who was sleeping soundly, and on the right was a young man who didn't look very old, about twenty years old.

As he looked at the young man, Wu Zong saw that the young man was also looking at him, but after only looking at himself twice, the young man looked away, closed his eyes and recuperated.

Wu Zong noticed that in the entire barracks, except for his own bed, every bed was a little messy, and there should be people living in it, but now there are only six people in the barracks, including himself, and there are no people on the four beds on the left hand side of the door, so he must have gone out to do something.

Wu Zong was also a little tired all the way, and he didn't take off his shoes and lay on the bed.

But as soon as he lay down, Wu Zong felt that something was wrong, and he found that he didn't have a quilt.

Summer is fine, but the key is that it is deep winter, and no quilt will obviously freeze this night.

Thinking of this, Wu Zong looked left and right, and hesitantly reached out and touched the young man on the side: "That, buddy?"

The young man was stabbed like this, opened his eyes and looked at Wu Zong: "What's wrong." ”

Wu Zong couldn't help but feel a shock when he saw this young man's eyes, this person's eyes revealed a strong vigilance, and in this vigilance, there seemed to be a trace of fear.

Is this man afraid of me?

Wu Zong frowned secretly.

The young man looked at himself with no sense of estrangement among ordinary strangers, but a sense of vigilant vigilance, as if he was not a stranger he had never met, but a tiger that could eat people at any moment.

But Wu Zong assured that he had never seen this person one hundred percent, whether it was in the previous life or in this life.

The young man's abnormality made him murmur in his heart

But suspicion turned to suspicion, but Wu Zong didn't show it on his face, and asked politely, "Where did we get this quilt from?"

"Leader?" the young man was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "It's not a leader, it's there." ”

"Huh?" Wu Zong turned around and looked at his empty bed: "I don't have it." ”

The young man looked at Wu Zong and no longer spoke, but pursed his lips and looked at the position behind Wu Zong.

Wu Zong followed the young gaze, and saw that on the third bed on the left hand side of the door, two bulging quilts were piled on the bed, obviously taking a quilt from his bed.

"Oh," Wu Zong turned his head and smiled at the young man, "Thank you." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the bed and took a quilt casually, just as he was about to meet his bunk with the quilt, the bald middle-aged man who was still sleeping just now didn't know when he woke up, and whispered to Wu Zongdao: "Hey, that young man." ”

"Huh?" Wu Zong realized that he was calling himself, and couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man.

"You better put that quilt there," the middle-aged man had some accents, he hammered his leg, and then smacked his lips and whispered: "The one who lives in the bunk is a young man, and it is said that he has something to do with the uncle in the city, you better go to the registration building and ask if you have been killed, don't rob him of this." ”

The middle-aged man has some accents, and Wu Zong knows that the 'uncle' in this bald mouth is not the meaning of the usual term used on the Internet now, and the meaning of this 'uncle' refers to the general term of the ruffian and the social bastard.

Originally, according to Wu Zong's temperament, he would definitely bring the quilt back, as for that little rascal, if he dared to come over to make trouble for himself, Wu Zong was confident that he would pull his teeth out with two mouths.

But he thought of what the soldier who sent him before he left - take a step back and open the sky, it doesn't matter if you are wronged, as long as you can process, your life will be saved.

Thinking of this, Wu Zong grinned at the bald man: "Thank you." ”

As he spoke, Wu Zong wanted to put the quilt back on the bed, thinking that if he didn't do so, he would go to the doctor and ask if there was a rich quilt.

But just when the quilt in Wu Zong's hand was about to be put down, he suddenly heard a piercing laugh outside the door, and then the door curtain was lifted, and four young people with round shaves and dragons and embroidered phoenixes on their necks walked in, and they saw the quilt in Wu Zong's hand.

"What the are you doing?"