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Chapter 11
September, the central and southern part of the Eastern Kingdom, Garo City.
It was dawning at four o'clock in the morning, and a thin layer of blue-gray mist with a hint of pink shrouded the ruined and silent city.
On the top floor of a four-story house in the center of the city, the windows were closed and covered with newspapers. The interior was dimly lit, with bare cement walls and floors, and a table, a chair, and a bed.
A small electric fan was whirring on the bedside. Suddenly, there was a roar of electricity, and the fan blades were exhausted. It turned slower and slower, swaying around a few times, and finally stopped.
There¡¯s another power outage.
Within a few minutes, Song Ran woke up in bed and touched her neck, revealing a layer of sweat.
It¡¯s September and the weather is still hot.
These days, the temperature in Garo City is always above 35 degrees, and the body temperature exceeds 40. Song Ran has been stationed here for a month. When he first arrived, it was dangerous to get close to 50 degrees every day.
More than a month ago, the war in East China worsened, with countless civilian casualties. War correspondents, charity organizations, volunteers, Doctors Without Borders, and United Nations peacekeeping forces from various countries have all stationed in this country.
Liangcheng TV also sent reporters here. Several male colleagues went to the front line, and Song Ran stayed in Garo, where the UN peacekeeping force was stationed, and was responsible for reporting on the situation of the local Dongguo soldiers and civilians and the peacekeeping force.
She spends most of her time in the Chinese garrison doing record-keeping services for her country¡¯s military, and occasionally goes on duty with other teams. There happened to be another special operation today, and we had to go on a rescue mission with a group of foreign soldiers.
She set the alarm clock for half past four, and there was still a quarter of an hour left. Song Ran opened the window to get some air and saw that Jialuo City was in ruins. She leaned against the window and blew in the morning breeze for a while, as if listening to the gasping sound of the city.
After a while, the alarm clock rang. She packed herself up, went out, and met Saxin, a local reporter from Dongguo, in the ancient corridor.
¡°Good morning!¡± he greeted in English.
"Good morning!" Song Ran said, "There is a power outage, did you know?"
"I know. There will be more and more power outages in the future, just get used to it."
"So it seems that the situation is not good for the government troops?"
Sahin shrugged and spread his hands: "You know, attacking from both sides." Half a month ago, extremist terrorist organizations also participated, adding fuel to the already bad situation in the East Kingdom.
"Will Alara be lost?" Alara City is the closest town to Garo where the three parties are fighting, and it is also a hub for several forces to seize.
"Only the Lord knows." Sasin drew a prayer symbol on his chest and pointed to the sky.
Saxin is younger than his cousin Ranchi, only twenty years old. He is a sophomore at Capital Gamma University of Technology. After the war broke out, he went to the front line with a camera, saying he wanted to record the truth about his country. He is tall and thin, with deep eye sockets, high brow bones, and a face with the deep contours of the locals. But he was a student after all and was too young. In order to look more mature, he deliberately grew a beard.
Today, the two of them will follow a European and American peacekeeping team to rescue civilians in a town 100 kilometers away.
Sasin doesn¡¯t like Americans very much. He wants to go to the front line to shoot the battle scenes of the Eastern Army. But after all, he is not a professional reporter and does not have that qualification.
The American soldiers traveling the same way didn¡¯t pay much attention to them, and had a pleasant chat with several European and American war reporters.
Song Ran was sitting in the back of a military truck with soldiers and reporters from the same team. She was wearing a helmet and body armor, squinting at the dust rising behind the truck, and listening to them chatting in English for a while.
Halfway through, an American soldier named Benjamin suddenly asked her, "I think I've seen you before."
Song Ran had no impression.
"There is a Chinese military garrison next door to us, and you often go there. Are you Chinese?"
"yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, a British soldier laughed and said, "How are your soldiers doing with their vegetable planting?"
There was laughter all around.
Saxin looked at Song Ran awkwardly, not knowing how to get out of the situation.
The peacekeepers stationed in Garo come from ten countries and are dispatched by the joint command. There are mostly European and American officers in the headquarters. Even on the battlefield, there is discrimination. They viewed Asians as weak and inadequate. Combat matters usually fall to European and American troops. China is mainly responsible for road construction, material transportation, medical rescue, and protection of volunteers, doctors and other international rescue personnel.
??The Chinese officers and soldiers took their free time to open up several pieces of wasteland in the garrison, planted vegetables, and raised chickens, which became a landscape.
Song Ran looked at them, waited for them to finish laughing, and said, "Thank you."??
Song Ran went over to take a look. The cucumber was only as long as a finger, with big yellow flowers hanging on its tail; the tomato was green and hard, no bigger than a walnut, and round like an angry child.
She couldn¡¯t help but leaned over and took a sniff. The breath was fresh, the smell of summer.
Walking into the office, Luo Zhan was analyzing the war map.
Song Ran took off his bulletproof vest and helmet and said, "Cucumbers and tomatoes have grown."
Luo Zhan raised his head and smiled: "I'll give you a few when you're mature. Went out with them today, how was it?"
"We encountered a small group of anti-government troops." Song Ran said, "One French soldier was so scared that he almost peed his pants."
Luo Zhan was delighted to hear this: "Did you take the photo?"
Song Ran was drinking water and nodded.
"Our explosion-proof troops have been dispatched, and the joint command has also given us a new task of mine clearance and explosion-proof. If you are interested, you can follow."
"Really? That's great."
"What? Are you bored following us every day to build roads and run transportation services?"
"where is it?"
After the two chatted for a while, there was movement outside, and several officers and soldiers were preparing to water the fields. Song Ran touched the braid she had braided for a week and hesitated to speak.
Luo Zhan: "What's wrong?"
"Can I lend you this water to wash my hair? Just rinse it." Song Ran felt guilty and whispered, "I can just water it after washing it."
Luo Zhan laughed loudly: "The area where you live has had a water and power outage recently."
Song Ran nodded awkwardly.
"The water we pour is rice water."
"I know. Just right, rice water is nutritious and good for your hair."
Luo Zhan couldn't help laughing: "Wash it, wash it."
"Thank you Luo Zheng, I will be very frugal." Song Ran got up and ran out.
As soon as she went out, she took off her rubber bands and loosened her braids. Her hair was so hot that it was almost ripe.
She walked across the yard to the vegetable field, and happened to see a group of officers and soldiers walking past, all with new faces.
Is there a newcomer?
She turned back in confusion, and suddenly her heart twitched, as if she saw a familiar figure. When I looked again, it was gone. The team of officers and soldiers passed her by.
She sighed silently, she must have seen it wrong.
Song Ran stood at the edge of the field, bent over and lowered his head, scooped up a ladle of cold water and poured it on the back of his head. The heat all over his body was immediately extinguished, and his heart felt cold.
Several familiar officers and soldiers stood aside and watched, deliberately teasing her.
Soldier A: "A ladle of water costs ten dollars!"
Song Ran: "Ten dollars? Do you think this is milk?"
Soldier B: "How about 100 for the milk?"
Soldier C: "It's still dry next to the ears."
Soldier D: ¡°Would you like some shampoo?¡±
Someone brought her a small bag of shampoo.
After Song Ran washed away the foam, he reluctantly poured a ladle of cold water. It's too hot.
Soldier A: "The water usage exceeds the standard."
Soldier B: "Wait a minute, there are still blisters on my neck that haven't been washed away."
Everyone burst into laughter. A few chickens were walking around on the vegetable field. When water splashed over, the chickens would flap their wings and fly away, causing the cucumbers to flutter on the cucumber seedlings.
Song Ran pricked her head and wrung out the water from her hair with both hands. Someone behind him smiled lightly and said in a voice like a clear spring: "Would you like a comb?"
Song Ran was stunned, straightened up suddenly, and pushed her wet hair back. She was stunned for two or three seconds, and turned around regardless of the dripping water in her hair.
Across a vegetable field, Li Zan, dressed in camouflage uniform, stood sideways, folding his arms and looking at her with a smile.
Several comrades beside him put their hands on his shoulders and smiled at her. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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