Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 2 Pokemon
Yep, another exercise.

Really non-stop.

Shanglu glanced at the text message, put the phone's screen off and stuffed it into his pocket, then raised his head and asked, "Master, are the exercises here every day, are they disturbing the people?"

"It's good to get used to it." The taxi driver said slowly in Chongqing dialect, "It's just the air defense siren, telling us to stay in the house and not come out, so let's just set off fireworks."

The car ran over a speed bump with a thud, and Phytophthora turned his head to look out. They were passing the seventh sharp turn of the Panshan Highway. On one side of the road was a concrete slope protection that was as high as a person, and on the other side were lush plants. At an altitude of 400 meters, standing on the Panshan Highway, you can vaguely see the skyscrapers in downtown Chongqing hidden in the thin mist far away—Chongqing is a foggy city, and there is always fog.

Shanglu thought so.

There are no pedestrians or vehicles on the road. The taxi driver said that there are not many people who go up the mountain all year round. Some of them are also from the People's Liberation Army who are on business and return to work. Who still runs up the mountain these days?

Over there is the front line.

The official term is called the third-level contact buffer zone, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is called the front line.

"It's really hard to get a taxi here. 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 many cars going to and from the Guanyin Bridge at the Jiefangbei. There is nothing to cross the river. There are no people living on this side of the river." The driver master said, "Let's go, let's go chatter."

"Master, why don't you go?" Shang Lu asked.

"Which one should I go to drive?" The taxi driver's tone was a little proud, and then he fell down again, "Roose, you came from Chengdu? You said, is Chengdu better than Chongqing?"

"That's not necessarily true." Shang Lu said, "But Chengdu is the rear area, which is safer than here."

"Safe with a hammer." The driver master sneered, "Let me tell you, Chongqing is the safest place. Want to know why? Let me tell you one by one. First, Chongqing is the last bridgehead of all mankind. Chongqing If it falls, the entire Sichuan Basin will fall, so Chongqing’s defense force is the strongest. What are there so many military bases on Nanshan for? To protect the people, there is something going on in Chongqing, everyone can’t get away, Chongqing is fine, We don't need to run, this is the safest place in the most dangerous place."

Speaking in a straight line.

Sure enough, even if it is the end of the world, the basic qualities of taxi drivers are still there.

With a "click", the car ran over a buffer zone again. From a distance, the driver and Shang Lu both saw the sentry post on the roadside and the red and white landing poles ahead. There were young soldiers in green camouflage uniforms. They wave.

The driver turned the steering wheel slowly, and the car stopped by the side of the road. The soldier came over and knocked on the window, leaning forward and asking, "Where are you going?"

"Send it off, go to yaowuyao!" The driver took out his driver's license, and then pointed to the Phantasia in the back row, "It's from your unit."

"Comrade, ID."

The soldier came over and saluted.

Shang Lu hurriedly took out the pass and report card from his backpack, and passed them through the car window.

"The Institute of Automation of the Chinese Academy of Sciences supports and dispatches a technician from the 151 support base, Shang Lu, to report here today."

After the inspection was completed, the other party returned the documents and lifted the railing to let him pass. Phytrol 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, alone.

After passing this card, there will be no obstacles in the future. The taxi climbs all the way up the mountain. There are abandoned and dilapidated houses on both sides of the road. There are no lights in the dark windows, and a thick layer of dust has fallen on the window sills. The house in [-] is gradually being occupied by animals and plants. In the previous era, Nanshan was a famous scenic spot, and there was a town on the mountain, but now there is no one living on the mountain, and everyone has been relocated. Spring Water Chicken.

Shanglu turned his head to the other side and looked west through the car window.

"Master, I want to ask you something, you have been in Chongqing for so many years, have you seen that..."

"Are you asking about an angel or a giant machine?"

"Both."

"I've seen both."

"When?"

"Yesterday." The driver said lightly, "I saw it when I drove up to the botanical garden yesterday. It was very far away, but it was big, very big, and it was lying on the trailer. Didn't it say that it was going to be a drill? Every time there was a drill, they would put it Drag it out, I think it must be dozens of stories high, red, with four hands, they say the name of that thing is Red Lotus, you are a top student at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, Laws, do you think that thing can really move? ?”

"I don't know, I haven't opened it either."

"You can go and see and see. Honglian is in Yaowuyao. You will definitely see it when you go. You will go to the front line to support after graduation. It's amazing, young man...I envy you guys, you are young and capable." The driver smacked Smack your lips, and your voice is not without envy, "I don't have this ability, so I can only drive a taxi in the urban area."

"What's there to envy about?"

"Let you choose, driving a taxi or driving a giant machine, which one do you choose?"

Shanglu was silent for a few seconds. He didn't answer this question. In an era when human beings are doomed, it's hard to say which one is more meaningful.

If you have to choose, why not choose to rent out a giant machine?
Shang Lu continued to look out of the window, he couldn't see the other side of the mountain, but recently there were gossips circulating that Seraphim was found to be haunting nearby, and everyone had received the exercise notice issued by the theater, which meant that the rumors were very Might be right, another angel descends.

This may not be a good time to report.

Maybe he will become No. 60, 860, 420 who died on the first day of Shanglu's report, and there is no way to make up the whole number.

That's how lucky those who die in the integer bits look like this.

But when will be a good day to report?This is an absurd era when humans garrison cities with huge weapons and angels roam the wasteland. If it didn’t happen, Shanglu would suspect that all human beings are having a strange and long nightmare. Every day in the dream All bad.

If you die, you will die. Anyway, if you die, you are a martyr. When the time comes, in the Martyrs Cemetery in the Botanical Garden, the year of your birth and death will be engraved on the tombstone:
“1992年8月27日——2016年8月26日。”

Shang Lu suddenly remembered that tomorrow was his birthday, so he dismissed the thought from his mind.

Can't die tomorrow.

The taxi continued to drive up the mountain. Shanglu looked ahead. He would be 24 years old tomorrow. He was lucky enough to live another year in this world. Shanglu hoped that his 24th birthday would be a good start, at least The next 151 support base that is about to welcome me will be a birthday gift that fate bestows on me.

With a click, the taxi ran over another speed bump.

Shanglu counted silently in his heart.

This is the No.20 second bend on the mountain.

(End of this chapter)