Apocalyptic Forecast

Present situation, Eastern Xia.

No sunlight can be seen under the gloomy sky. In the dim sky, only the sound of thunder continues, and the dazzling electric light is constantly brewing in the dark clouds.

The heavy rain curtain continued to fall from the air, and the low sound of rain did not spread.

Because there is an even more thrilling loud noise from before.

river.

The surging river was rushing swiftly under the dam. The turbid and yellowed river water could not be seen at first glance. There was only a dim depth in the depths, and even the huge searchlights could not be lit.

In this extremely harsh situation, helicopters continued to roar past.

Between the distant hills and on the road, the convoy with no end in sight was wading through the mud. The weight of a large amount of earth and stone caused the wheels to sink deep into the mud.

Accompanied by uniform shouts, the faces of the young people were flushed, and they tried their best to push the truck, bit by bit, with difficulty.

There are more crowds running in and out of the makeshift camp.

Cruise up and down dozens of kilometers of dams.

And right in the front, in the raised shelter, the unkempt young man on the sandbag is holding his rice bowl and pulling the noodle soup in the bowl.

Suck.

The unsavory noodle soup and dried noodles are mixed into a ball and stuffed into the stomach.

He did not see the dignity of the director of the Jinling Social Security Bureau, nor did he lose his former demeanor and demeanor, he looked like a tramp. But even a homeless man looks much better than the others around him.

As if they had just crawled out of the mud, those people were covered in water and mud, lying on the blankets on the ground, and some people were still holding bowls in their hands, and they had already begun to fall asleep, snoring everywhere. Unless the assembly number rang again, no amount of deafening thunder could awaken them.

Just under this simple rain shelter, from time to time there is still cold rain sent in by the cold wind, falling on the face and head.

"Is it big again?"

Chu Hongchen wiped his face and held the bowl a little in his arms.

Occasionally, when I look at the mighty river in front of me, my eyes gradually become cold.

Under the shining of the searchlight, muddy mud water surged forward violently.

In the wide river, impurities and sand are constantly surging, and the vague shadows gather together, as if they have formed a shadow that stretches for thousands of miles.

Fade from time to time.

But now, the shadow was blocked in front of the dam, struggling hard and colliding, but no matter what, he couldn't break through the last line of defense.

"It's a big snake."

Chu Hongchen clicked his mouth, bit his chopsticks, and sighed vaguely: "The Dragon Gate is close in front of you but you can't get past it, must you be very angry?"

The thunder burst.

Like the roar of a behemoth in anger.

In the river, the vague shadow convulsed again, and the invisible body stirred the torrent, making the alarm sound more and more ear-piercing.

That is the so-called ‘snake’.

No, it's not an exaggeration to call it a dragon evil, right?

For farming peoples like Dongxia, since ancient times, rivers and rivers have been the embodiment of hope and life. It is with a steady stream of water that more land can be irrigated, more plants can be cultivated, and more people can be fed.

Because of this, totems like dragons exist.

If the countless towering mountains are the bones of dragon veins, the complex water system covering the entire Eastern Xia is the body of the dragon, and endless rivers, like blood, cover the entire country.

Wherever it goes, everything grows up.

This is the dragon.

It is this generous gift from the ‘dragon’ that enables countless lives to thrive.

The so-called dragon veins are like this-mountains, rivers, earth and people are indispensable.

If it is the dragon that nourishes all things and gives life to it, then this uncontrolled power and flooding torrent is no different from a snake.

The struggle between dragon and snake has never stopped since ancient times.

It is foreseeable and will continue into the future.

Nowadays, the climate disasters that the Piper has brought to the world have already appeared, not only the severe droughts and heavy rains, but the disasters that have been in silence for many years.

When the material disaster is combined with this silent disaster, the sleeping snake will be brought back to life from nothingness, and countless evil things will be evolved.

Not only at this moment, but here and here, as early as a month ago, this war that spread throughout Eastern Xia had already begun.

There is no gunpowder in the fight between humans and natural disasters, only the roar of countless people under thunder and heavy rain, and the fight between the evil serpent who desires to transform the dragon and the Eastern Xia lineage in the dark.

Just under the canopy, Mosan, wearing a raincoat, returned in a hurry. The fierce battle between the water monster and the day has consumed too much, and the flame attribute stigmata is extremely disgusted with this kind of weather, and even his face looks It was a little pale.

After coming in, I just sat on the cushion and couldn't get up.

"Original photo, bring me a glass of water! Original photo! Huh? What about the kid with the original photo?"

She looked left and right, frowning: "Didn't she be a guard for you? Did you skip work again?"

Chu Hongchen smiled, and pointed to the bottom of the embankment.

"Here, isn't it?"

Mosan squinted his eyes and was in the mud, looking for a long time in the shadows of the people passing by, before he saw the young man covered in mud.

He was carrying sandbags like a hill on his shoulders, followed behind the queue, and hurried away.

The original handsome face was covered with mud long ago, and his hair was messy, and he couldn't tell it was him.

The face of the last three looked a little better, but still a little unhappy: "This kid is crazy again?"

"I arranged it."

Chu Hongchen replied, "I can only sit in the camp and fish for a piece of waste wood that I can't carry on my shoulders. What kind of guards I need, I don't need to use the following.

However, the kid was much more reliable than before. After spinning like an animal for two days, he didn't even complain. "

"Grow up."

The last three's expressions were slightly relieved: "Children will grow up, isn't this much better than the original appearance?"

"Yup."

Chu Hongchen nodded in agreement, with sympathy in his eyes: "Unfortunately, in the world of adults, not only age will grow, but the workload will also grow...and there is still time to pee? You will ask someone to add something to him later. Work."

"..." Mo San didn't speak.

Everyone in the Social Security Bureau has recognized that although the big cousin is really considerate, he is not a person, and he does not seem to be a person.

Regrettably, there is more to be inappropriate than to be considerate. The little girls are discussing in private whether this is a new type of PUA...

"How is the situation in the upstream?" Chu Hongchen asked.

"Still very nervous." Susan breathed a breath and replied: "The rainfall is still rising, and the water level is about to reach the highest level in history."

"You can keep your eyes on it, so that everyone can raise their minds. Floods, droughts and epidemics are tight in every aspect. This juncture should not be ashamed." Chu Hongchen emphasized again, "If something goes wrong, the losses will be countless."

The last three nodded solemnly, and thought for a moment to comfort him: "The whole world is now tense, no matter how we are, we are better than those who maintain the pedigree."

"Can you learn something well?"

Chu Hongchen rolled his eyes and didn't mention the topic, but just asked: "What did Master Yu and Uncle Feng say?"

"They are trying to clear the clouds, but the effect is not great. The rainfall in the upstream is too high." Mo San whispered: "When I came, I heard people say that it is better to just take out the relic of the authority of the Drought. "

After hearing this, Chu Hongchen took a meal, raised his head, and his expression became more solemn: "You think so too?"

"I'm not responsible for using my brain, why do I think about this?"

"Some people just think too much." Chu Hongchen sneered, "In order to solve a short-term emergency, to increase distortion in a disguised form...what is the difference between drinking poison and quenching thirst?"

The relics of authoritarianism are more than power terror.

Once that kind of thing is not operated well, there will be endless troubles.

Not only is the correction value wasted, but it also increases the current load in a disguised form.

As soon as the drought came out, there was a great drought for thousands of miles, and the floods were gone, but the grain output in the next ten years would also have problems. When that time, not only the cabinet, but even the Surviving Yard that came to the end would be cursed.

Over the years, everyone has been abiding by the unspoken rules that have not been stated clearly, that is, the restraint treaties of authoritarian relics. Do not use such things on the spot in the case of large-scale distortion accidents.

Chu Hongchen flipped out his phone, glanced at the list above, and began to arrange: "It seems that the old man Xuanniao has been too busy lately and has not paid attention to ideological construction. As a result, some people started to slide even if they didn't care, and they had to drive a few more when they turned their heads. Class, study in depth."

After the education is over, send to the border to do a few years of work, and you will know the importance. If it's still muddy and can't support the wall, then sit down on the bench to death.

"At this moment, we are nervous everywhere. We have a big business, don't be gambling like poor ghosts. We should do everything we should do. If we don't do it, we won't do it."

Some people just don't know how extravagant it is to behave well sometimes. I like to gamble whenever I have a chance. I won't make a lot of money when I win the gambling, and I lose a lot when I lose the gambling.

What is the picture?

Chu Hongchen shook his head to dispel irrelevant thoughts, and asked, "Where's Kuafu? Didn't you slip away?"

"Although he doesn't have a score, he knows how serious it is. Don't worry." Mo San replied, "According to your instructions, I told him before I came here. I hope that the next friendship will take you, so I will stay in the sea and block my eyes.

According to Xuanniao's arrangement, Bai Ze still stayed in Yanjing. Di Ting was arguing with the Russian Lian and Tianzhu gang. The old lady of Qingdi was still in the northwest. Gouchen seemed to have another job, and she didn't see any shadows. "

She paused and sighed helplessly: "If it's Lao Fu and Xiao Bai..."

Before she finished speaking, she noticed the serious gaze cast by Chu Hongchen and stopped talking.

"This kind of thing cannot be solved by one more person or one less person. Eastern Xia, Rome, Egypt, America...everyone has a hard time.

It is simply unrealistic to expect one person or one solution to solve so many problems. You can only take it slowly, dripping through the stone. "

Chu Hongchen lowered his head, stirred the dried noodles in the porcelain ware, and drew it into his mouth indiscriminately before wiping the corners of his mouth.

"Go ahead."

He looked at the turbid current tumbling in front of him, the phantom of the big snake spreading thousands of miles, with no expression on his face: "Let's see who we have survived."

No one responded.

Only under the towering dam, tyrannical rivers rushed.

.

In the distance, on the edge of another dam, beside the turbid current, water was tumbling.

A rain-proof cloth of a few years was supported, and the firewood burned vigorously in the high stove, making the fragrance under the pot cover thicker.

"Yu Da Lihua closed the door deeply, Yanni had already lost the dust, the little matchmaker handed Jane to the West Chamber, and the banquet in the East Pavilion was shocking..."

Beside the boiling soup pot, the old man sitting in a chair was looking at the river, smoking cigarettes, and humming old melody leisurely.

After the lid was opened, the sweet smell of the rice eel soup could not be stopped. It not only caused people passing by within a few hundred meters to swallow their mouths and spit, but even in the tumbling torrent, it seemed to be surging. Looking at the shadows, approaching.

It's hard to hide hunger and thirst.

The old man took a spoon for himself unhurriedly, squeezed his brows slightly, and frowned: "It's better to lighten up... Forget it, let's do it.

Little monkeys, don't look, come over and have a meal. "

He knocked on the side of the pot and beckoned to the young people who were quietly probing from under the canopy not far away.

The young people hesitated and looked at the monitor behind them.

The squad leader squatted on the side smoking a cigarette, and gave them an angry look: "Why do you look at me, look at discipline, you two, you still have discipline!"

"There are pancakes." The old man added, "It's hot."

"..." The monitor's expression twitched, and his stomach began to growl, and he hadn't eaten yet.

"I do chores in the cooking class."

The old man finally smiled and said, "Not the masses."

"...Bring me a bowl."

In the silence, the squad leader trembled and took out his lunch box.

This is the last straw that crushes persistence...

No way, the soup is so fragrant.

Soon, a pot of thick soup that was simmered in the middle of the night disappeared into the mouth of the hungry young man together with two baskets of noodles. Before the assembly call sounded, the squad leader returned the stack of money and the basket together: "Thank you, uncle, and go quickly when you finish it. It's too dangerous here. Hearing from the above, I will have to raise the water for a while."

"Well, you go, I know." The old man nodded and just smiled: "This pot of soup hasn't reached the fire yet, I have to boil it for a while."

The squad leader wanted to say something, but there was no time. After leaving only a pallet, he hurried away.

Not far away, after sniffing the original photo probe from the residual fragrance, after seeing the rickety back, he slipped on his feet and almost fell into the mud.

He shrank his head subconsciously and wanted to slip away.

But the old man seemed to have eyes behind his back, and beckoned: "Hey, the original boy, come here."

The original photo is stiff in place.

After a long time, he moved over reluctantly, nodded and bowed, squeezed out a smile, and made a flattery: "Zong...How are you, old man Zong."

"Well, I'm fine~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The old man smiled and nodded. "It just so happens that I still lack a few fish here for the soup. You look very good. "

As if seeing the trembling dragon horse stigma, the old man smiled and asked knowingly, "Young man, how is your water level?"

The silence came suddenly.

Yuanzhao looked at the old man's soup pot, and then at the bottomless billowing stream next to it, as well as the huge shadows that swam innumerably.

Swallowed and spit.

Suddenly there was an ominous premonition.

And when the old man lifted the huge fishing rod that was exaggerated enough to hang a person... Tears finally rushed out.

"Such a big bait, something good will definitely be hooked?"

Guo Shouque smiled.

(End of this chapter)