Darkness is Coming

The boxy military heavy trucks and armored personnel carriers line up in a long line on the highway. With the lights on, the convoy looked like a dark green train with hundreds of carriages at night.

   Watching the civilian vehicles driving on the same road turn the steering wheel one after another, consciously giving up the central position of the highway, the soldiers driving the military vehicles suddenly feel proud and proud.

  Two hours ago, the Nandu Military Region sounded the alarm for an emergency gathering. Including Zeng Bo's group of recruits who had been in the army for less than four months, all the 161st, 163rd, and 177th divisions were dispatched to Shanghai.

Zeng Bo was so nervous when he heard the announcement of the company commander that he could hardly breathe. The 161, 163, and 177 divisions belonged to two group armies of the Nandu Military Region, one was an amphibious mechanized infantry division, one was an armored division, and the other was an artillery division. It is a configuration to fight a tough battle, and since these three divisions are the main force in the defense of Nandu, even a fool should know why the large force is heading to Shanghai this time.

   It must be the magic tide coming.

  Zeng Bo tightly grasped his left hand with his right hand, and there was no gun on it, so he could only clench his own hand, as if the tighter he grasped, the more secure he felt.

When Zeng Bo decided to join the army, he thought more than once that he would one day be on the battlefield. He thought that more than three months of high-pressure training not only gave him a strong physique, but also gave him the heart of a warrior. He walked to the battlefield calmly, but it turned out that this was all his misunderstanding of himself, as evidenced by the wet and sticky sweat on the palms of his hands.

Zeng Bo's understanding of the monsters of the magic tide all came from the footage of the Nandu defense battle broadcast live on the entire network by the Yuanjiao Association, as well as the group class every night, but of course the Yuanjiao Association will not release the **** and cruel side of the battlefield, even if the Yuanjiao Association is far away. The central government will not allow that, and most of the teaching materials used in the group class are dry pictures and texts, and the few uncensored videos are not enough to reflect the real battlefield.

  Since he has never seen the scene on the battlefield with his own eyes, Zeng Bo can only imagine it out of thin air, and imagination, like the "unknown", is sometimes a powerful tool for creating fear.

Thinking that after stepping on the battlefield, he might be sucked out of blood, guts, and bones by giant spiders, burnt to ashes by the unquenchable blue flames of the three-headed monsters, or he might end up with all kinds of strange things. Zeng Bo couldn't help but be afraid of his death.

  Imagine the scene where the parents at home received bad news, took their ashes from a certain officer, and then closed the door and cried with heartbreak. Zeng Bo thought about quitting.

   But the military law is harsh, where is the place where the troops can come and go when they want?

"Alas." Zeng Bo let out a low sigh in extreme depression. The slight sigh should have been overshadowed by the sound of the wheel, but the company commander sitting next to him heard the sigh, turned his head and asked, "What is the sigh? gas?"

  Zeng Bo immediately raised his head and raised his chest, shouting in a loud voice, "Report to the company commander! I didn't sigh, just took a deep breath!"

"Fuck you." The ruthless company commander Ma scolded angrily, then changed his usual serious style, stretched out his hand and pushed Zeng Bo's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile, "You still want to be a new recruit like you. Meng Laozi? You were still touching chicken **** when Laozi lied, saying, are you afraid?"

Zeng Bo really wanted to admit that he was timid on the spot, but he knew that the company commander would never allow timid deserters in his team. Once he admitted that he was timid, he would definitely "open a small stove" for himself, so Zeng Bo used more. His voice roared: "Report to the company commander! There is no fear! I am your soldier, I don't know how to write the word fear!"

  On the first day of enlisting in the army, Captain Ma yelled at the Quan Company: "As a soldier on my horse, you shouldn't know how to write the word fear."

So Zeng Bo thought he had answered the standard answer, but he didn't expect Company Commander Ma to sneer and say, "Come on, don't talk nonsense, who hasn't come from the recruits? What you are experiencing now, that is all we have already experienced."

As soon as these words came out, the recruits sitting in the carriage were all incredulous, while the cadres with the car sitting in the passenger seat, the captain and safety officers sitting on the left and right sides of the rear of the carriage, and the security guard sitting at the front All the staff smiled knowingly.

"I didn't sit on the pickup, and I came to sit with you on this big butt, just knowing that you would panic. It's normal to panic. There are no born heroes in this world, and whoever goes to the battlefield for the first time is not full of heads. Sweaty hands?"

   The recruits opened their eyes wide, and they couldn't help but wonder if they were too nervous and had auditory hallucinations. It's okay to say this from another person, but when the commander Ma said it, the effect was truly shocking.

"Let me tell you a story. When I first enlisted in the army, there was a heavy rain in Jiangbei, and the Hunhuang flood rose directly over the river embankment. The people of the two county towns were in danger, and the troops braved the heavy rain to rescue disasters overnight. When it comes to the war, I’m shivering with fear.” Captain Ma’s eyes wandered, recalling the past, “It was the heaviest rain I’ve ever seen in my life, and after getting off the provincial highway, the car would not be able to go, so we were at the platoon leader. Put on rain boots and raincoats under the command of the police, and go on foot for disaster relief."

"Tsk, pea-sized raindrops hit my face, and it was icy and painful. When I stepped on a country road full of mud, my foot sank in a big chunk. The water could cover my knees, and even walking was difficult, but we still Carrying relief supplies and tools, we must rush to the embankment in the yellow muddy water."

   "I really wanted to sneak away at that time, because I was afraid that I would drown in the water. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard for you to imagine how small we are in front of nature."

"But I can't be a deserter. The lives of hundreds of thousands of people in Fuyang County and Kaiping County are hanging on the rope. Once the river bursts, it will be a huge disaster that will shock the whole country. Be a deserter at this time. So there is no way, no matter how scared you are, you have to grit your teeth and bite the bullet!"

"I just followed the platoon leader and comrades all the way to the disaster relief site to gather with the large troops. I happened to hear a village chief in a hard-hit area crying. He said that the heavy rain had destroyed more than 200 houses in other villages, and thousands of villagers had nowhere to go. He was able to return home and the chassis was flooded with water. He desperately tried his best to not start the car, so he gave his life and took the inner tube of a spare tire as a swimming ring, and swam all the way to Fuyang County.”