Chapter 2 Chapter 2

The man supported the ground with his hands and jumped up from the ground. He patted the dust on his shoulders and glanced at Song Ran: "Is it okay?"

"It's okay." Song Ran slowly sat up. The loud explosion made her mind confused and her reaction was slow.

He said, "You can wait a little longer, don't rush to get up."

"Yeah." Song Ran nodded. Her heart was beating violently, as if she was about to burst out her chest.

The air on the ground boiled and burned like fire.

Too hot.

It was almost noon, and there was no wind.

She pulled off her mask and wiped her head and neck sweat.

He walked over to check the bomb debris.

Song Ran's heartbeat had not calmed down yet, her whole face was hot, and she subconsciously wiped away the dust on her face.

Another sergeant came over and asked, "Where are you from the reporter?"

Song Ran said: "Liangcheng Satellite TV."

The other party was very surprised: "How can you, a woman, go to the front line alone?"

Song Ran said: "I'm not here to interview. I'm here to find someone."

"It's time now, still running north?"

"Come to find friends, and they took me to Gamma."

The other party understood and said, "Be careful all the way. The situation here is unstable, and there are small battles outside the city."

Song Ran nodded: "I will. Thank you."

She got up and walked to the motorcycle, and unconsciously looked back at the man named "azan". He was squatting on the ground with one knee, holding a piece of bomb fragment in his hand. Half of his side face was exposed on the black mask, his nose was very high, and his eyebrows were erect.

She felt inexplicably melancholy, and withdrew her gaze, and just got into the car and was about to start, she heard a gentle voice: "Where is your friend?"

Song Ran Xun turned around and it was him.

He was still squatting on the ground, looking up at her slightly. He narrowed his eyes, his eyes were very bright.

Song Ran's eyes flew over the brim of his hat and said, "Harris Hotel."

There is the foreign correspondent's residence there.

He glanced at his watch and asked, "What time did you make an appointment?"

"Third to ten."

"It's too late." He kindly reminded.

Song Ran took out his cell phone and was ten:29.

She said to herself: "I can only ride a motorcycle to Gama by myself."

He threw the shrapnel in his palm and caught it again, with a kind smile flashing in his eyes: "Do you know the direction?"

Song Ran: “…”

She couldn't see the map without a signal on the mobile phone, and she didn't recognize the exotic text on the landmark.

She looked up at the direction of the sun and roughly identified it: "It's Nan... over there. If you are lucky, you may be able to keep up with the traffic of the escape."

He threw down the fragments in his hand, patted the dust on his pants, stood up, and asked, "Are you there your passport?"

Song Ran touched the big pocket on the outside of her pants: "It's here."

"There is a group of overseas Chinese businessmen in the city to evacuate today, so you can follow."

Half an hour later, Song Ran arrived at Zhongfu Industrial Park on the southwest of Su Ruicheng.

Zhongfu is the largest Chinese-funded company in the central region of the East, mainly engaged in scientific research, communications and infrastructure industries. Now that the situation is worsening, war breaks out, expatriates working and living abroad have to withdraw and return home. Zhongfu Park has become a distribution center for evacuation of overseas Chinese in the central region. Since yesterday, Chinese employees and residents from several surrounding cities have begun to gather here.

When Song Ran arrived at the park, there were buses parked inside, and one or two thousand people were probably gathered in the open space.

She turned on the equipment and cameras in an occupational illness, shuttled through vehicles and crowds.

In the camera, men are busy stuffing their luggage into the luggage compartment under the car, women and children show their passports and documents to register on the car, and middle-aged experts communicate urgently with their colleagues in Dongguo outside the crowd. They hold computers and written materials, and speak quickly to discuss work matters; more Dongguo people are helping to move their luggage, or hug and say goodbye to their Chinese colleagues. Several groups of reporters from different TV stations and newspapers conduct reports and interviews with the camera.

Song Ran's camera accidentally captured a picture of a Chinese girl getting into the car and holding her hand through the car window with a young man from the East with a high nose bridge and deep eye socket. The girl said something, and her expression was reluctant to leave. The young man kissed the back of her hand deeply and shook her head gently.

While filming, someone patted her on the shoulder. She was the sergeant just now, "A Zan"'s companion. He had taken off his mask, looked upright, and had the unique heroic spirit of a soldier.

"I'll take you here to register."

"good."

The sergeant took Song Ran to a bus and explained the situation to the inspector next to the bus. Song Ran passed the passport to check. The sergeant helped her move the equipment box into the luggage compartment.

"Thank you." Song Ran said to him before getting in the car.

The other party waved his hand, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

He came and went in a hurry, and Song Ran remembered that he forgot to ask any of them the name of his own, and forgot to say thank you to the person named "Azan".

After getting on the bus, her perspective was limited. She looked around but could only see a few camouflage uniforms moving out of the crowd. The soldiers were maintaining order and urging the expatriates to get on the bus.

When dozens of buses set off, Song Ran searched carefully and found that they were all tall soldiers wearing hats and uniformly dressed, and many of them were wearing masks. It was difficult for her to tell who was him.

When the bus drove away from the park gate, she saw several camouflage uniforms standing at the door, talking together. One of the men was a little taller than his companions, with a belt tied to his waist and a straight back. When he saw the bus coming, he turned slightly and saluted the driver. On the mask, his eyebrows were very eye-catching.

His companions followed and saluted.

Someone cheered in the car and someone thanked them loudly.

His eyes flashed.

Song Ranxin grabbed and looked at the window, feeling that it seemed to be him, but before he could make a clear decision, the car drove away.

In the blink of an eye, the figure turned into a dead corner of his sight and could no longer be seen.

Song Ran looked for a while before he let out an involuntary breath and leaned heavily on the back of the chair.

The convoy had a military vehicle every once in a distance, escorting the expatriates south. She didn't know if he would keep up.

She looked out the window, the blue sky, dazzling sunshine, and dry sand thorns. I wonder if it was affected by the hot weather, but she felt uneasy.

At around 2:00 p.m., after half of the journey, the convoy arrived at a checkpoint and stopped.

Traffic is blocked.

The road was crowded with cars and people from all over the country who were intercepted outside the checkpoints. Under the scorching sun, the sky was noisy and the air was filled with the language of more than a dozen countries. Some were negotiating with the government troops guarding the card, some were arguing loudly, some called for mediation channels, and some were frowning and dull.

There was panic and chaotic outside the car, and the people in the car stretched out their heads and looked out.

Song Ran looked out the window accidentally and ran into several camouflage uniforms from her country. She chased after her, but there was no familiar figure among the people passing by.

After the negotiations between the two sides, the checkpoints began to be released to China. The buses of the Chinese convoy passed by one by one, and all the people got off the car first. The government forces checked the luggage of the vehicle and passed by. Then the passengers on the car each carried passports to verify their identity and got on the car after passing the customs.

Song Ran's car was the twelfth, and it took more than an hour to arrive.

Everyone got off the bus and cleared. The crowds of people from various countries around were crowded like a tide, holding documents and quarreling. Government troops blocked them with guns. Song Ran and the others were pushed and crowded. A small group of Chinese soldiers formed a circle at the checkpoint, protecting their citizens, and dragging them to the checkpoint to prevent anyone from falling behind and being squeezed out.

The crowd was crowded with difficulty. Song Ran was pulled by a soldier and dragged her to the level with force. The passport in her hand was folded and wrinkled. After the government officer finished the inspection, he handed it back to her and made a gesture of release.

Song Ran finally passed the test and was not squeezed out of the skin.

She felt a little hot sweat when she got into the car. She sat down and heard someone in the car say, "It will be safe after passing this level. There is still an hour and a half to reach Gamma."

"I heard that all airlines have stopped, but a batch of specially approved aircraft can return to China."

"Can so many people sit down?"

"Don't worry, I just asked an officer and said that a naval fleet came to pick us up."

"Really? It's great." Everyone looked excited and relieved.

Suddenly someone said, "But the group of soldiers just sent us here, and they won't go to Gamma anymore."

"Ah? Why?"

"It's said there are other escort missions. There are still a few batches that have not been withdrawn later."

After a second of quietness, someone in the car rushed to the window and shouted outside: "Thank you!"

Everyone shouted out, "Thank you!"

Outside the checkpoint, a group of soldiers were working hard to maintain order, but they did not hear it; but within the checkpoint, several soldiers who were negotiating with the Eastern Government forces heard it, they looked back and waved their hands to greet them.

It was then that Song Ran saw him.

Her heart suddenly accelerated, and the person almost bounced out of the seat.

He also looked in this direction, but did not raise his hand to say hello, turned his head and continued to communicate with the government forces. Soon, the few of them walked towards the convoy and gestured to the drivers of each car and said something. Lu Xu, the group of released convoys, began to start.

Song Ran stared at him nervously, covering his face with a mask, wearing a camouflage combat suit, and tied tightly around his belt; his trousers legs were straight and long, and his trousers were tightly tugged into the military boots.

He gestured to the drivers of several cars, made a forward gesture, gave a standard military salute, and then walked back to the level.

Song Ran's car started slowly, and she watched him walk towards him, but he did not look at the car, but stared at the direction of the checkpoint, his eyebrows were slightly twisted, and there was fine sweat. His black eyes were bright and powerful.
To be continued...