Fury Ocean

As the evening approached, dark clouds came to the sky, and before people responded, a heavy rain came unexpectedly. At this time, the peak of entering and leaving the city, human vehicles on the streets, people returning home from work, returning outside the city, and people who took over their posts were almost all poured by the heavy rain.

Fortunately, in summer, although the heavy rain is cold but has no chill, the accumulated summer heat will be resolved. People who get rain rarely complain, but many people joked when they were on the road, saying that the rain came in time.

"Don't be like last year."

"Ah? What? Huh!"

The joke went over, and the people who came to understand cursed.

"Crow's mouth. Will you speak?"

During the flood last year, God even made a lot of fun. The rain and rain continued for more than ten days, which was even worse. In just one year, it is not enough to obliterate the pain and fear in people's minds. When someone says this, it feels no less than a curse.

"Last year was a human disaster, not a natural disaster!"

"Yeah, yeah, human disaster is more terrible than natural disaster."

Human disaster is more terrible than natural disaster ...

On the way home, Hong Xiping accidentally heard these words, and gave rise to many emotions. He looked at the sides of the street in the rain, and there were still traces of disasters in many places. In fact, they were two completely different worlds compared to before the war.

The change began with that flood, but it was not the source. The flood was only the fruit of war. The change in Tianmen City originated from the war.

What is the origin of the war?

"Commander, here it is."

"Oh."

Interrupted by the driver's words, Hong Xiping opened the door and waved his hand to signal that the guards did not need to send themselves into the house.

"Go back. There are many things tomorrow. Come over and pick me up early."

"Yes."

"By the way, don't forget who you want to send."

"I know. Commander rest assured."

The auxiliary army is about to become an army, and there are countless things to deal with. As the auxiliary commander, Hong Xiping had no time to go home overnight. But today is special, he deliberately put down his work.

After the guard promised to drive away, Hong Xiping put his briefcase on his head and ran towards the door. The rain was too heavy. By the time he got under the eaves, his clothes were almost soaked, mixed with sweat and stuck to his body, it was cold and sticky, and extremely uncomfortable.

"This ghost weather."

Cursing in a low voice, Hong Xiping had just reached out the key, and the lady who heard the sound had opened the door of the room, revealing a reproachful face.

"What's the matter, you come back alone?"

"No. Xiaowei, they just left." Hong Xiping said with a smile, knowing what his wife was worried about.

Ji Peng's army entered the Heavenly Gate, and Hong Xiping led the garrison to "surrender" in exchange for a peaceful transfer. His move was not supported by everyone. Since then, there have been too many targeted assassinations.

Not only his wife was worried about his security, but also Ji Peng's military department. In the early days, Yamamoto himself personally ordered the formation of a security team composed of Ji Peng's special soldiers, responsible for Hong Xiping's security work. Until recently, this situation has improved. Hong Xiping returned the security team to Yamamoto Lang on the ground that "the auxiliary army is not worthy of existence if it cannot defend the leader."

"Do not hit the umbrella? Come in quickly and change your clothes quickly." The husband was fine, and the wife turned to worry about her health, urging again and again.

"It was sunny when I left. I didn't expect the rain to be so urgent."

While explaining, Hong Xiping entered the house, closed the door, and then went to the inside to change clothes and clean. As he passed the living room, he saw the parcels and boxes stacked on the floor and asked casually.

"Are you packed?"

"It's almost all right." The wife returned, sighing, "We all go, why are you here alone ..."

"Don't worry about me." Looking around, Hong Xiping asked: "Xiao Qing they ..."

"Everyone is waiting for you to come back for dinner. Go and change clothes."

"Ah, well. Don't push me."

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Take a shower before changing clothes. When Hong Xiping arrived at the restaurant, the family was already seated.

Hong Xiping has two sons and one daughter, both of whom are married. The eldest son, unfortunately, died on the battlefield many years ago, and his daughter-in-law died in an accident, leaving an orphan named Xiao Qing. Because of this, Hong Xiping was not allowed to carry out military-related work with his second son and daughter.

"Dad, you sit."

His son Hong Guangwu invited him to his place, and then poured a glass of wine.

"Drink a cup first, warm your stomach."

"Don't be busy drinking. Warm up and use this." The wife brought a bowl of **** soup from the kitchen and put it in front of Hong Xiping.

"Okay, everything is fine." Hong Xiping agreed with a smile, holding **** soup in one hand, and holding the spoon in one hand and pointing at the dishes on the table: "Just eat first, don't wait for me."

Outsiders don't know, Hong Xipinggui is the commander, the home is actually quite simple, and life is not related to luxury. This dinner was the last meal before he separated from his family, and the dishes on the table were neither plentiful nor expensive. It is the bottle of wine that Hong Guangwu just opened.

"This is a good wine. The Marshal had specially asked someone to come and give me ..."

When it comes to the origin of wine, Hong Xiping was slightly surprised, and he forgot what he should do.

"Humph!"

The voice of disdain came from a young girl. With a brush, everyone's eyes were cast on her.

"Xiao Qing, what's wrong?" Hong Xiping frowned slightly.

"Nothing." The maiden lowered her head with an inaudible voice. "Unfortunately, you remember Marshal."

The hand holding the bowl was frozen in midair, and Hong Xiping's expression was stiff.

"Xiao Qing, why talk to Grandpa?" Hong Guangwu rebuked.

"Did I make a mistake?" The girl asked in return, Qingxiu's face was full of indignation. "You can ask, everyone says he is a traitor ..."

"Xiao Qing!"

"Pop!" With the sound of chopsticks falling, Hong Xiping waved his hand gently to stop his wife from getting angry with her granddaughter.

"It's okay, kid ..."

"I'm not a kid!" The girl stood up suddenly, with a stern posture, "don't think I don't know, we go to Ji Peng, but we are actually taking hostage for you."

Speaking of this sentence, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, and everyone's expression was frozen on his face, like a silent stone.

Hong Guangwu no longer rebuked his niece, her daughter-in-law silently bowed her head, his wife couldn't help covering her face, and tried hard not to cry. The other three young children all stared at Hong Xiping, looking as if questioning.

Hong Xiping was silent, his hand holding Jiang Tang was shaking slightly, and it took a long time to put it back on the table and speak gently.

"Hostage? Well, it's a hostage."

He looked up, glanced over his faces, as if not enough, and back and forth several times.

"Unwilling to be held hostage."

"Of course I don't want it." Anyway, Xiao Qing deliberately turned up the volume. Although the others were not as impassioned as her, the expression of resistance was also revealed.

"Don't want to go to the empire?" Hong Xiping asked again.

"No." Xiao Qing spoke on behalf of everyone again.

"If you ... go to a bad place, would you like to?"

This sentence is too vague, the people on both sides looked at each other, wondering what it meant.

"I do." Only Xiao Qing responded loudly.

"Don't be so sure." Hong Xiping looked at her, and there was love and compassion in her eyes, and she couldn't bear it, and her voice became erratic when she spoke.

"In February and March this year, you saw what the city looks like. If the place to go is similar to the Tianmen at that time, and there is no army to protect you, would you like to?"

The color of the surrounding people changed, Xiao Qing was also frustrated by these words, and it was difficult to answer.

In February and March, the darkest time in Tianmen City. The flood had just receded, the material was extremely scarce, the federal army had withdrawn in batches, and the imperial army had not yet entered the city.

The receding flood gave way, not only the end of the disaster, but also room for violence. During that time, whenever I walked anywhere, I could hear screams and see blood.

A piece of bread, a bottle of water, a bottle of potion, a woman, will lead to scramble and even killing. Anyone who encounters someone may hit you.

Hong Xiping's identity is enough to shelter his family, but it does not mean that he cannot feel it. At that time, there was only despair in Tianmen. As long as it was not a fool, everyone knew that it was an inhuman world.

What kind of place do you want to go if you do n’t want to be a hostage?

After a long time, Hong Guangwu wondered: "Why go to that kind of place?"

"Because ..." Hong Xiping sighed and replied, "There is only that kind of place to go."

"Why is there no army?" Her daughter spoke for the first time since the discussion, and her weak expression made her feel that she was not from a soldier's house. "Don't you have many people join us?"

"They ..." This problem made Hong Xiping difficult, and he groaned for a moment before saying, "They are busy."

"Busy?" My daughter couldn't understand the meaning of the sentence. She thought that since it was her father's personal arrangement, there was nothing more important than protecting the people present.

"Actually, they may be more dangerous around them ..." When speaking, Hong Xiping suddenly felt a little regretful and felt that this discussion should not be stirred up.

"I'm willing," Xiao Qing said suddenly.

"what?"

"I'm willing to go to the place you said." Xiao Qing said, "Big deal, I'll be a soldier and fight with them."

Looking at her granddaughter's firm look, Hong Xiping knew that she really understood what she meant, and she felt a pain in her heart.

The eldest son who had high hopes was very talented, and the daughter was bright and strong, but ...

"Xiao Qing ..."

"You little girl, what battle!" The wife reacted first, for fear that her husband would really do so.

"What happened to the girl? I'm not a kid!"

The stubborn girl retorted again, and then, as if deciding on a major event in life, left a harsh word and left.

"That's it. Where do you love to go, anyway, I don't go to Ji Peng."

"Hey, what are you doing?" The wife rose quickly.

"Without you, I know who to look for."

The farewell dinner, which was supposed to be full of tenderness, broke up without pleasure.

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At night, outside Tianmen City, a convoy of heavy trucks was loading goods, and cranes sent huge metal components to the car, and then someone was busy binding, fixing, and covering with canvas.

The officer in charge of the inspection patrolled back and forth, followed by the owner of the cargo, and a few others. The heavy rain was pouring into the wind, and the raincoats had little effect. All of them were drenched and very hard.

"No, why are they all mech parts? And they are all from the Federation?"

After looking back and forth, the inspected officer frowned deeply, raising suspicion in his heart.

"It's scrap."

As the owner, Boss quickly corrected, "I don't believe you, it's rusty."

Hand open a piece of canvas, the goods inside can be seen at a glance, is an extremely precious mech engine. However, it looks unsightly, rusty, and deformed in some places.

If such an engine is used on the mech, it is no wonder that the pilot is not alive.

"The stuff from the water is useless." The boss He sighed as he explained, as if these were not the goods he was going to resell, but a pile of burdens and burdens.

"Look, is this still working?"

He said to tear apart one more, the mech's external weapons and armor placed inside, Boss He pointed at a long knife.

"My kitchen knife is sharper than it."

This sentence is undoubtedly a bit exaggerated, but it also tells part of the truth, the mecha parts in front of it are from the hands of treasure hunters. They found a lot of mecha, including both the Empire brand and the federal manufacturing. Usually, they would take back the parts that they thought were valuable, and after they were identified, the usable parts would be sent to the front line, and the rest would be stored in a place. Nowadays, most remain in auxiliary warehouses, which are said to be supplied by the Empire.

"Since it's a waste product, why did it take so much effort?" The censor asked.

Following this errand, he has always had doubts in his heart. On the one hand, he was told that he should hold his measure, and that he can release water if he can release it. On the other hand, someone reminded him to watch carefully and don't get confused by this sly boss.

In other words, there may be a problem with this shipment.

"Well business, do it if you have money."

Boss He took out his cigarette, was wet by the rain before he passed it, and just threw it aside.

"It's useless here, and it can be used as a baby elsewhere. Where I'm sending, you know, the border between Langyue and Angang."

"Sell to Star Thief?" The review officer moved slightly, his eyes sharpened.

"Don't talk about it." Boss He didn't care, he smiled hilariously: "It's just business, please raise your hand."

The reviewing officer thought for a moment with a calm face, and could not take notice for a moment.

Reselling military supplies to star thieves is, to put it plainly, not allowed in the world. However, the situation here is special, the other party is a special person, and there is special care from above. What should I do if I receive this unlucky errand?

When hesitating, there were several pairs of sharp eyes quietly staring at him beside and in the car. One of them was a bear-like figure who was looking at someone with the eyes of visiting.

What the officer didn't notice, Boss He noticed, hurriedly took out a bag of stuff, and quietly stuffed it to the review officer.

"I have written approval, and Commander Yamamoto personally approved."

"Uh ... then ..."

The approval did exist, but it was not in the bag. The review officer expected that the boss would not dare to deceive, weighed it, and waved his hand.

"Continue loading."

Turning around, he returned to his car and ordered back to the city, while thinking secretly in his heart that this matter had to be reported.

"Thanks!"

Boss Ho fisted, wiped the rain and sweat from his head, and walked to someone in the dark.

"Okay, here's your back ... what are you doing?"

"There is trouble," the person asked asked lightly.

"What trouble?"

Boss He was surprised. Then he saw a person's face, startled.

"Oh my God! What are you doing here?"

"Come as a soldier." The girl trembled slightly in the heavy rain, wondering whether she was excited because of the cold.

"Who brought you here?"

"It's me." Chen Xian answered with a bitter smile.

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