Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Drip~~"

The high-pitched air defense alarm echoed in the noisy city, with drones carrying horns, driving rapidly in the streets and alleys of coastal cities, repeating the evacuation regulations.

"...All people pay attention, all people pay attention, the United Military Government will officially launch the engine located on the moon at about 9 o'clock tonight and push the moon away from the Earth-Moon orbit!

Through simulation and prediction by experts and artificial intelligence, tidal energy triggered a violent tsunami, impacting all coastal cities in my country!

All residents in the urban area are asked to cooperate with government staff and evacuate in an orderly manner!

Please hurry up and cooperate with government staff to evacuate in an orderly manner!

The government will never pull any resident down, and asks the majority of residents to actively cooperate and evacuate in an orderly manner..."

The high-pitched alarm and mechanical repeated dissuasion, looking down from the distant sky, all the military and civilians of coastal cities in China jointly paved a magnificent picture.

A row of people carrying vehicles lined up in a long row on the wide road, a row of blackness, like an iron-blooded Great Wall...

"...Mom, go quickly, don't take this pile of rags..."

In a small alley, a middle-aged man looked at his elderly mother with anxiety and helplessness in his expression.

"... The coalition government has issued an announcement and has arranged accommodation and work for us. We can start work immediately when we get there, and the resource quota will not be interrupted... We don't want this little bit of trash at home, okay..."

“…What rags?”

An old lady in her 80s, her eyes were full of stubbornness. She held her treasure that she had treasured for nearly seventy years and shouted loudly at her middle-aged son:

"...This is my brother's limited edition album, it is a treasure that your mother has treasured for seventy years. Why? If her wings are hard, she dares to lose face with your mother?

Let me tell you, even if your mother stays here and doesn’t leave, she will protect my best brother in the world!

My brother is the only one who has me..."

Listening to the old mother's words, the middle-aged son almost cried...

"...Well, your brother has long been dead... I have been killed by the coalition government because of refusing labor, supporting terrorists, encouraging waste of resources, and tax evasion.

Moreover, not only you are there, but there are 300 people who were killed with him, and they are not alone at all..."

Hearing his son's words, the old mother became even more excited, her face turned red and she shouted loudly at her son:

"Impossible! My best brother must be alive. He is so outstanding and hardworking, you must be lying to me!

I said, are you sent by your brother to the other party to criticize me? Get out of here! I didn’t expect that I have been raising you for so many years, but I didn’t realize that you are the son of the other party!

Get out of here, don't let me see you again..."

For a moment, the quarrels here started, adding a humorous touch to the already noisy painting.

"...Okay, okay, don't take it anymore, Dad, the government will arrange everything for us..."

At the same time, in a simple dormitory, an elderly man also bent down to clean up something. He couldn't help but stop hearing his son's words, but in just a moment, he continued to clean up.

“…Arranging arrangements, you know that arrangements are not required to consume resources in government arrangements?

It’s not that there is no family at home. It’s worth a lot of money. Just let the water flood him in vain?

It’s a little bit to save. Nowadays, the government is in trouble. Don’t just think about your own frivolous thoughts all day long, and think about it for the collective consideration!

Just you, if I were in the class I led back then, I would have to practice you to death!

There is no sense of mission or belief at all, why did I raise you like a waste!"

Hearing the father's familiar scolding, the son showed a laughing and crying expression.

"...Oh...Dad! You're confused again. Your son is now a soldier, a rescue team, and is responsible for the evacuation work in our area...

The captain knew that our family lived here, so he had to take a break for me for a while. I sent you away and I had to rush back to my post...

...You should cooperate with your son’s work, don’t waste time…”

When the old man heard his son's words, he was stunned. After a long time, he slowly reacted.

“………………it’s been sixty years…”

He murmured and looked up, and then he realized that his son was already one head taller than him. He was wearing a new military uniform and looked very heroic...

“…you have all been in the army…”

"...Yes Dad...you're confused again..."

Hearing his son's words, the old man finally stopped scolding him, lowered his head slightly, and looked a little confused.

After a moment, he showed an expression of indescribable crying or laughing, took out a second-level military medal that had been treasured for more than 40 years from his package, and slowly pressed it on his son's chest.

"...go, go...I'll leave now...I'll leave now...I won't cause trouble for the country...I'll leave..."

As he said that, he carried the unpacked package with difficulty and slowly walked into the crowd in his son's misty gaze. In just a short moment, he was submerged in the waves of the crowd.

“…Dad… take care of yourself…”

In the scroll, a young wave holding something tightly in his hand rushed upstream against the surging tide.

It is precisely because of these indispensable and vivid silhouettes that originally dark scrolls have become wider.

"...The government will never pull any resident down, and ask the majority of residents to actively cooperate and evacuate in an orderly manner..."

In the distant North China Plain, a rescue team equipped with full equipment is another different scene...

"...Captain, you're awake!"

In an abandoned highway service area, in a ferocious and huge armored vehicle, a narrow upper and lower bunk like a sleeper train, a thin young man turned over and sat up.

"…Hmm? What time is your post now?"

Hearing the question, Liu Feng, who was in charge of guarding the armored vehicle, nodded and replied softly:

"The previous post is Xiaobei. I have just been guarding for half an hour. It's seven o'clock in the afternoon. In another two hours, the moon engine will be ignited!"

"Huh~"

Wang Xuebin rubbed his face hard, got up and pulled away the pillow and cool quilt from the bed. He pressed a button on the head of the bed, and the bed immediately folded upwards and retracted into the side wall of the armored vehicle.

“…Okay, I’ll go cook, and I’ll shout them up later when I’m done.

We will eat and enjoy the moon while watching. After the disaster impact data comes out, we will be ready to set off!”

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Liu Feng nodded silently, unable to tell what it felt.

The moon hanging in the sky is almost an innate common sense for people, but from now on, this common sense will no longer be correct...

"...Goodbye, the moon, you will be voyage tonight..."