Chapter 898: The Night Won't Be Too Long
ββ¦β¦ Yesterday evening, riots broke out in the north-western city, and two rebel militants took advantage of the shift time to occupy the radio station building in a vain attempt to incite a rebellion and overthrow the rule of Marshal Julius......"
"At present, the chaos is basically under control, and the rebels have been killed."
Yarman stayed in front of the radio all night and did not close his eyes until the sun rose out of the window the next day, only to wait for such a sloppy end.
The garrison of Eternal Night Harbor first used anti-aircraft artillery and rain bombs to shoot down the clouds in the sky, and after finding that the situation was still not under control, they immediately handed over the command to the front-line combat troops stationed in the port area.
It is said that this was an order issued by Governor Yahui himself, and it was also a shameful betrayal by the authorities of Eternal Night Harbor to the local residents.
The 40th Infantry Brigade and the 60th Armored Brigade rushed to reinforce from the port area, and immediately launched an armed suppression after arriving in the northwest city.
Although the radio station of the port district command said that they were only firing warning shots over the heads of the crowd, there were also private radio stations in the community that claimed that there was a river of blood on the street.
It's only 10 kilometres from his home, or a 20-minute drive.
Yarman's heart was full of mixed feelings, and his chest felt like a stone had been pressed, and he wanted to say something but couldn't.
The sun still rises, but the long night of Eternal Night Harbor has already fallen.
It's not even just Eternal Night Harbor.
What used to be covered up is no longer needed, and those who are angry at the death of their compatriots are just as merciless when they pull the trigger on their compatriots.
The bottom line is broken step by step.
At this moment, he looked back at the tragedy in the port of Sailing, and suddenly realized that it was no longer a heinous thing.
Even then the twilight before nightfall was tactful, not as merciless as it was now.
However, his heart is not all pessimistic.
While everyone is chasing bread, there are still people who firmly choose faith.
The man named Kant stepped forward.
And it's not just him, many people have stepped forward.
Although the Legion eventually executed him, there are still thousands of people alive, and he lives in the hearts of those millions.
All he could do was preserve this force and let it work at a critical time, rather than be consumed in an insurrection.
The Willant never abandons his heroes, including himself, and never forgets that name.
In this case, at least their nights will not be longer than those of the Borneos......
At this time, the door of the study opened slightly, and a small head was quietly hidden behind the crack in the door, looking at my father who was sitting in front of the radio.
The expression on that face was constantly changing, sometimes sad, sometimes hopeful.
Little Ruby hesitated for a moment, then whispered softly.
ββ¦β¦ Father? β
Hearing the sound at the door, Yarman realized that his daughter was standing there, so he turned off the radio that was still babbling nonsense and looked at her in surprise.
"Ruby? You wake up so early. β
Seeing that her father had discovered her, Ruby, who was holding a pillow in her arms, pushed open the door with her little hand and slipped in from outside the study.
The sleepy-eyed look was so endearing that Ruby let out a long yawn and expertly climbed onto her father's knee.
"Mom said Daddy had something to talk to Ruby, but Ruby was so sleepy that she fell asleep after waiting."
Looking at her daughter's confused appearance, Yarman stroked the hair on her forehead in distress.
"I'm sorry, Dad was going to look for you, but something happened suddenly......"
"It's okay," Ruby curled the corners of her mouth slightly, said generously, and even comforted her father in turn, "Ruby has also encountered this situation, and when she meets someone she likes to watch, she hides under the quilt and turns on a flashlight to look secretly, but she accidentally sees the dawn ......"
Halfway through, Ruby seemed to realize that something was wrong, and Ruby shut up as if she had come to her senses.
I didn't expect this little guy to do such a thing, Yarman Khan said.
ββ¦β¦ Don't do this in the future, forget it this time, I won't tell my mother. β
"Hey, hey." Ruby smiled shyly and stuck out her tongue, trying to get away with it.
Looking at his innocent and lovely daughter, Yarman involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth slightly, temporarily letting go of the heavy troubles in his heart.
However, letting go is only temporary.
After all, man cannot be a creature living in a vacuum, and is even more dependent on soil, water and air, as well as nutrients, than plants.
"Ruby ......"
Looking at her father, whose expression became serious, Ruby tilted her head slightly.
"Huh?"
Yarman pondered for a long time, and finally opened his mouth in a serious tone.
"Daddy...... Wanted to take you and your mom to a far away place. β
To Yarman's surprise, his daughter's eyes did not show the fear and apprehension he was worried about, but a little curiosity about new things.
She asked with interest in the blink.
"Far away?"
Yarman thought for a moment and said in as objective a way as possible.
"To the east of the continent of Middle-earth, on the southern coast of Haiya Province, there is a place called Settlement No. 1...... Of course, it is only temporarily named, and the administrators of the coalition say that they want the local residents to name their places of residence. β
Actually, the name was not a big deal, but for some reason it became the deepest impression of that place in his heart, apart from the mountains of shipping containers.
After listening to her father's words, Ruby's eyes lit up and she said excitedly.
"So after we go there...... Can Ruby name him too? β
I didn't expect her daughter's focus to be so strange, and after Yarman was stunned for a moment, she couldn't help but smile and rub her sleeping hair dotingly.
"Absolutely...... However, others have their own ideas, and who will ultimately adopt them will probably have to be voted on. β
Ruby's eyes sparkled.
"Wow...... Sounds so much fun! That...... Is it possible to canvass? β
"It's okay, but others will also canvass for votes, so don't expect too much."
Yarman coughed lightly, trying to put the off-the-beaten-track straight.
"That's not the point, the point is that although the development is good, the conditions are definitely not as good as here...... You're part of the family, and you're the one you're most worried about, so Dad wants to hear your opinion. β
"Don't worry about Ruby, and Ruby doesn't think it's a big deal," Ruby shook her little head vigorously, her bright eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation, "Wasn't there anything when we first arrived at Westsail Harbor?" Later, there were many more beautiful houses...... Everything will be there. β
In a child's worldview, a house seems to grow out of the dirt.
Yarman couldn't help but cry and laugh, but he happened to know one of such innocent guys.
The unlucky man who started out making fake vodka lost his first pot of gold on the "golden route" of the Western Legion.
It's been a few months, and I don't know if his plans are on the right track.
Seeing that Dad hadn't spoken for a long time, Ruby asked in an expectant voice.
"When are we leaving?"
Looking at his daughter who supported him, Yarman said with a comfortable smile on his face.
"It should be just a few days."
His captain should be almost rested, whether it is to move out with himself or to keep his family here to make money, that guy should think about it.
β¦β¦
In the northwestern part of the city, there are barricades on the main road near the central city.
Two wheeled armored vehicles were parked on the side of the road, their thick barrels flattened forward, emitting a cold glow in the morning sun.
Soldiers armed to the teeth stood around the checkpoint, scannying the approaching crowd.
Kant was killed at two o'clock in the morning yesterday.
It is not known who fired the shot, but when he was dragged out of the radio station, he was already a corpse, piled up with other corpses on the street.
Unfortunately, the Awakened who engaged in the firefight with the garrison centurion was not caught.
Three men picked him up, and after killing one of them, the guy took advantage of the chaos and fled into Blackwater Alley.
According to the information provided by the garrison, the guy's name is Taran, and he is suspected of being a spy for the Alliance.
It is worth mentioning that after the garrison cleared Taran's suspicion through Project Vespa, they reclassified him as a spy according to the needs of the military.
Actually, the garrison may have guessed correctly, after all, that guy is really skilled.
But it doesn't really matter anymore.
Now the authorities of Eternal Night Harbor and the Southern Army are facing even greater trouble.
There were far more bodies lying on the street than the twenty that they claimed on the radio.
Even if they had urgently cut off the channels of communication between the Eternal Night Harbor and the outside world, it would be difficult to completely suppress this matter.
At present, the entire northwestern city has been temporarily controlled, and the two streets near the radio station have been completely blocked.
All persons entering and leaving the city must present proof of address and place of work.
In addition to the necessary registration, those entering and leaving must sign a pledge not to enter the cordoned off the blockade and pass through a security check, handing over weapons and cameras and everything else that can be used to record the truth.
At the same time, the 40th Infantry Brigade dispatched logistics vehicles to evacuate residents in the blockade area and to carry bodies scattered on the streets.
The 12th thousandth unit responsible for carrying out the blockade order of the 60th block was the 607th armored 10,000 people.
Looking at the dissatisfied and even hateful eyes of his compatriots, Carver, who was holding a rifle, felt a heat behind him, and wanted to pull up his collar to cover his face.
As he passed through the security checkpoint, an old man filled out the form and suddenly looked up at him.
"Why are you firing at them? They are speaking for you. Or do you think you can fight for the rest of your life without getting old and retiring? β
At that hateful look, Carver's breath seemed to freeze for a moment.
The frozen air seemed to be stuck in his throat, leaving him speechless.
"I, not me...... Shots fired. β
He tried to explain it far-fetched, although it was true that he did not turn his gun on anyone that night, but was drunk in the port area, and was not woken up by his teammates until the second half of the night to run to work.
The old man didn't let him go, just stared at his eyes and the bridge of his nose.
"I was also a soldier, serving in the 370,000th Troop to guard the marshal's frontiers...... I didn't expect me to protect such a group of insects, I'm really ashamed of you. β
Before the old man could finish his words, he was pulled away by a soldier hanging a cigarette butt on the side.
"Okay, you old guy don't say a word, fill out the form and go in, if you have any problems, complain to the guys of the 400,000th team, don't force Lao Tzu to detain you."
"Do you think I'm afraid? I'm not even afraid of mutants, would I be afraid of your cowardice against civilians? A hundred people can't even take down a radio station, and they don't dare to go to court. β
was forcefully dragged aside, but the old man smiled when he heard this, reached out and lifted his trouser leg, revealing a missing scar on his calf, "See?" Rookie. They cut off my piece of meat and roasted it in front of me, and I didn't even frown. β
The soldier's brow twitched along with his stomach pouch, but he didn't know the old fellow in any way, but just rudely blasted him out of the post before anyone else noticed the commotion.
There are so many people here.
There are those who live in the northwest city and need to work in the main city, and there are also those who return home from the port area after the night shift.
Not counting the troops stationed there, there are hundreds of thousands of people in Eternal Night Harbor.
Whether in the Southern Legion or in the wasteland, this population is not a small number.
The soldier with the cigarette butt in his mouth was Carver's commander, but their vehicle didn't drive into the settlement.
Looking at his chief, Carver couldn't help but ask.
ββ¦β¦ Doesn't Eternal Night Harbor have its own garrison, why do we have to carry out this mission? β
He joined the army to open up territory for the Southern Army, not to be an enemy of his countrymen.
"Can't you even figure this out?"
Looking at Carver's "demented" eyes, his cigarette-butted captain grinned.
"Because you're going to the front soon, if I'm a sir, I'll throw this dirty work at you. First, you won't talk nonsense, and second, you'll soon be on the front line. Even if he can come back alive at that time, he won't think it's a big deal, just the hypocrisy of a group of veterans and small citizens. Maybe you'll fall in love with Sharon and snake oil...... On the other hand, it is indeed a placebo that can get you out of the troubles of reality. β
The gunner, who had not spoken, whispered.
ββ¦β¦ Do you think Kant did the right thing? β
"Of course not, it's too extreme," the commander shook his head and grinned, "but to be honest, I can't think of a more gentle way to do it in a situation like his." β
The gunner retorted.
"How could it not be? When you get to the captainβ"
The commander said casually.
"And then become Willoughby's jerk, right? It's the guy on the radio who talks nonsense with his eyes open. I bet that when that guy was a ten-cubin, he didn't necessarily think differently from you...... Use your head to think about how that kind of thing is possible. β
The gunner fell silent, and although he did not agree, he could not think of a rebuttal.
Carver did the same, taking a deep breath and pulling his collar up.
It's been a long morning.
He had been standing here for a long, long time, but the sun had only risen a little.
Although he had felt that the days of staying in the rear were so difficult before, the torment in his heart had never been as strong and painful as it was now......
β¦β¦
It was just past morning in Eternal Night Harbor, and it was already close to noon in Xifan Harbor.
A few hours earlier, an urgent telegram from Harbor of Eternal Night had arrived at the Borneo Provincial Theater Command.
At this moment, the Minister of General Affairs, Dickenswan, stood at the door of General Gulion's office with a cramped face, and waited for about half an hour.
Finally, the door opened.
Looking at the war zone staff officer and the captain of the guard who came out of it, Dickens's forehead involuntarily oozed a trace of sweat.
Although the Theater General Affairs Department, which is in charge of logistics matters, is not under the jurisdiction of the Theater Command, but is directly loyal to the General Command, and he himself is not a direct subordinate of Gurion, but as the supreme commander of the Theater of Operations, and if there is such a big problem in logistics, Gurion also has the right to be held accountable.
He'd already explained it to the General Headquarters, but Gurion couldn't make up his mind yet.
Just as Dickens was apprehensive, the office secretary who came out of the door immediately after him looked at him and said.
"Captain Dickenswan, General Gurion, please come in."
Listening to the soothing tone, Dickens read the signal released by Gurion, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and followed the secretary into the door.
Sitting behind his desk, General Gurion was poring over the papers in his hands.
Hearing footsteps coming from the door, he raised his head and met Dickens's eyes.
"You may be seated, Captain Dickens."
Captain Dickens squeezed a stiff smile out of his face and sat down on the couch in his office.
ββ¦β¦ Thank you. β
Gurion nodded, looking him straight in the eye as his eyes grew serious.
"You've heard about Eternal Night Harbor."
Dickens's breath faltered, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face.
"I heard ......"
Looking at the head of the General Affairs Department of the War Zone with an embarrassed face, Gurion did not let him go, and continued aggressively.
"Aren't you going to explain it to me?"
Unexpectedly, this guy suddenly became more serious, Dickens only felt that his head was big for a while, but he still said hard.
ββ¦β¦ As you read in the telegram, the garrison of Nevernight Harbor had infighting, took over the radio station, and finally caused the chaos. However, fortunately, the local garrison dealt with it in a timely manner, and the chaos was brought under control...... That's the way it is. β
General Gurion sneered.
"Has Command accepted your claim?"
Facing General Gurion who was approaching step by step, Dickens said with annoyance.
"Accepted...... I reported to the command as soon as I could, and only after getting the documents did I dispatch the front-line troops stationed there, otherwise how could I have commanded them? In fact, this thing is also an oolong, if it weren't for the garrison's unauthorized advocacy and some wasp plan, and then an agent from the intelligence department stumbled, it wouldn't have become what it is now. β
"Oolong?" Gurion looked at him meaningfully, and suddenly sneered, "...... How do I think it's self-inflicted? β
Captain Dickens's face stiffened slightly.
"Sorry...... I didn't understand what you meant. β
"Sharon, do you need me more?"
Gurion stared into his eyes, and the incomprehensible look made Dickenswan's mood tense again, which had finally relieved him.
ββ¦β¦ You mean medicine for traumatic symptoms? Is there anything wrong with that. β
Gurion squinted.
"What's the problem? Isn't that broadcast clear enough, and I need to show you the backup file again? β
"I really don't know about it! The development of the drug was done by the technicians below, and as for the hallucinogens, I was not involved, and it was all Peter's opinion...... That's when I found out that he was involved with the local gang forces. This kind of person is simply the scum of the Willant, if I had known, I would have killed him with my own hands! β
As he said this, Captain Dickens had a look of righteous indignation on his face, as if the gun were really in his hand.
However, General Gullyon, who was sitting opposite him, sneered in his heart.
I knew it was okay.
He wouldn't be naΓ―ve enough to think that this guy had just heard about it.
Now to put all the problems on the dead people is nothing more than trying to stop the loss.
However, what made him angry was not entirely the petty actions of these guys from the logistics department, but more because they actually traded with their enemies!
This is the most intolerable thing for Gurion.
Even if the warlords of Shezhou were accustomed to swimming and not attacking, they did not pose much of a threat to the front line of the Southern Army, and the expanding armed forces were always a hidden danger.
Every gold coin that flows from the Southern Legion to Borneo will eventually turn into a bullet aimed at the Wilantes.
However, Gurion was a man who knew the big picture after all.
Looking at Captain Dickens, who was so pressed that he didn't dare to take a breath, he finally put the moth down gently.
First, he didn't have strong enough evidence, second, the front-line troops couldn't afford to risk the logistics department messing up, and he himself had to worry about this guy's connections in the general headquarters.
Now is not the time to clean up this guy.
When this war is completely won, and he has two more stars on his shoulder, he goes to Triumph City to accept the reward, and naturally he will settle accounts with this group of moths who eat inside and out.
"I have two requests, first, remove the medicine containing snake weed, whether it is sharon or something else, from the list of the logistics department."
"Second...... I don't know, you know it in your own heart. β
General Gurion gave Captain Dickens a meaningful look.
Dickens knew that he was alluding to a deal with the warlords of Snake State, and nodded nervously.
"Understand ......"
In any case, we have to get through this level first.
Receiving Dickens's promise, Gurion nodded, picked up the pen on the table again, and waved it lightly.
"It's okay, let's go."
The Air Force's bombing plan for Tiandu did not go well, and only destroyed some useless rotten houses.
He needed to redraft a new plan and think hard about how to win the battle at hand, but he didn't have time to waste his precious time on these bugs.
Dickens breathed a sigh of relief, unaware that his back was soaked in cold sweat.
Walking up the stairs, he cursed inwardly.
A bluff thing, a radio that also wants to scare Lao Tzu?
Wait and see.
Sooner or later, Lao Tzu will make you look good!
(End of chapter)