Patrolling the dark blue ship girl

Chapter 1 That Hazy Sky
The port in the morning was noisy and complicated. The trucks were connected in a string like ants, constantly moving the mountains of containers and scattered goods on the pier.

The freighter that was about to enter the port blew its whistle loudly, and a few stray dogs were vying for a bone that they did not know where to find it. The black exhaust of the freight car was mixed with the oily smoke from the breakfast stalls on the street. , It smells flustered.

But even in such a chaotic environment, there are always people who want to find a little peace.

Mo Yan walked slowly along the relatively wide road at the pier, feeling flustered and excited, but more confused.

As a person born in an inland area, Mo Yan knew nothing about port cities, and because of the convenience of modern transportation, he even visited several port cities himself.But those landscapes that I saw and heard did not match the pier in front of me at all.

There is no automated dock loading and unloading system, no reasonable port layout planning, no modern circuit transportation system, and even the trucks that transport goods are very old models, let alone those port buildings that feel very old and backward at first glance. .

"Traveling" is not a new and unfamiliar word for Mo Yan who grew up in the Internet age, but when this word really came to him, he lost his usual indifference.

There was no thunderous thunder falling off the cliff, nor was there a rush of passion for self-sacrifice. It was just a blink of an eye on the way to the supermarket, and one step crossed from an inland county in late summer to a coastal dock in early winter.

Thanks to the prosperity of electronic payment in modern society, Mo Yan has nothing but clothes, a mobile phone, and a bunch of keys all over his body.

Walking along the road, you will find a bustling market not far away, where you can find all kinds of in-demand commodities just unloaded from the pier, fresh fish and prawns, crabs with teeth and claws, and shells and conchs with different styles.Small commodities fly together with fish and shrimp, and textiles and food dance together. This is a port market without any planning at all, but there are several distinctive features in this messy and scattered.

The bazaar is very lively, and the endless stream of vendors and shoppers are always in a hurry. Although there is no specific plan, the process of buying and selling is extremely efficient, and there are very few quarrels because of prices.

There are all kinds of people here, white, black, yellow, old, middle-aged, young, like a hodgepodge.

Mo Yan, who was dressed in autumn clothes, did not stand out in the crowd. The weather in early winter was not too cold. Although everyone consciously dressed thickly, there were also some passers-by wearing thin clothes.

The sky is gray and the clouds are high. It doesn't look like it will rain, but there is no possibility of the sun.Mo Yan reached into his pocket to activate the dormant mobile phone, opened his collar and glanced inside. The time was 33:[-] in the morning.

People in the market are basically using pocket watches and wristwatches to check the time. Mobile phones may be too novel for them, so Mo Yan naturally has no intention of exposing the mobile phone. In this strange place, it is always necessary to be cautious. That's right.

Fortunately, Mo Yan had breakfast before going out, and he was still full, so at least he didn't have to worry about food for the time being.

Continuing to walk along the market, Mo Yan observed as he walked.

The local customs, living habits, food products, clothing, architectural style, everything in this port is so new to Mo Yan, if this is just a tour, it would be great.

Not long after, Mo Yan was stopped by a little girl carrying a basket.The girl has brown curly hair, is wearing a gray sarong, and has fair skin. She seems to be only twelve or thirteen years old.

"Sir, do you need a pack of cigarettes? The fresh goods just arrived from Camedia, the Util brand cigarettes, and cut tobacco are all high-quality products. A pack only costs two federal dollars, which is a whole eighty cents cheaper than the wharf store! The little girl lifted the gray cloth covering the basket and showed Mo Yan the neatly stacked cigarettes inside.

The packaging of the cigarettes is very simple. It looks like a paper bag with dahlias printed on it. There is no plastic seal on the outside, and the cigarette box is not a hard shell. Judging from the length of the cigarette box, it should not even have a filter tip.

"Sorry, I don't smoke." The girl came to the pier to sell cigarettes at a young age, and Mo Yan knew that life was not easy, but now he has nothing to worry about, not to mention two federal dollars, not a penny.

"Then how about some candy? It's also a fresh product that Camedia has just arrived. There are two flavors of apple and peach. The price is half that of the store. You can buy a catty for only seven yuan. The children in the family must I'll like it very much!" The little girl quickly turned the basket around, and continued to show Mo Yan the candy in the small paper bag on the other side of the basket.

The packaging of these candies is simpler than that of cigarettes. They are not separated individually, but are packed in small piles in kraft paper bags the size of a fist, and some are even glued together.

"I actually"

Just when Mo Yan was about to confess to the little girl the fact that he had no money, a shrill air defense siren suddenly rang through the entire port.

With the sound of the air defense siren, the noisy market suddenly fell silent, and then exploded after two or three seconds. People rushed towards the city like crazy, crying, screaming, loudly Shouting, all kinds of voices suddenly flooded the market, almost suppressing the whistling of the air defense sirens.

Before Mo Yan knew what was going on, the turbulent crowd engulfed him and the little girl and rushed towards the city together.

Although he didn't know what happened, Mo Yan knew that in this situation, it was best to follow the trend and follow the footsteps of the crowd. He didn't want to die young because of the stampede.While being squeezed towards the city, Mo Yan did not forget to grab the little girl who was selling him cigarettes and candies.

Following the turbulent flow of people, they left the market and came to the urban area. Immediately, soldiers in military uniforms and rifles evacuated the flow of people to underground passages like subway entrances.Not only the people in the bazaar, but also the people in the inner city rushed out of the various buildings in a panic, and ran towards the underground passages with large and small bags on their backs.

After a nervous escape, Mo Yan and the little girl were led to hide in an underground passage at the back of a building.

Walking down the passage, you will soon come to a place like an underground square. The square is fairly wide, with a flat concrete floor and simple lighting facilities. Unfortunately, the light source is a bit dim.

After the flow of people came to a corner on the edge of the square, Mo Yan had time to breathe a sigh of relief. Just now when he was fleeing, he heard panicked people shouting words such as "air strike", "devil" and "bombing". He was a little flustered, it's okay to travel inexplicably, but he actually traveled to an era full of wars?

"Sir, can you let me go?" While Mo Yan was thinking wildly, a timid voice sounded beside him.

Only then did Mo Yan realize that he seemed to be holding the hand of the little girl selling goods.

"Sorry." Mo Yan very naturally let go of the little hand he had been holding, and turned to look at the little girl beside him.

"It's okay, thanks to you and I, sir, I was able to escape to the air-raid shelter." While speaking, the little girl did not forget to check the basket in her hand. Almost half of the goods in it were scattered along the way during the escape just now. It made her very distressed.

"Bang!" Just as Mo Yan was about to say something, there was a muffled sound from the roof of the cave, and with the sound, the entire air-raid shelter shook slightly.

"They're coming, they're coming!"

"Damn the federal government, didn't you say that it has ensured the safety of the port city!"

"Devil, this is the demon sent by the Lord to clean up the world!"

"My goods just arrived at the dock, and this kind of thing happened to me. It's a big loss."

"Holy and Most High Lord! Protect your servant!"

"I worked hard for seven years to buy a house in this city. What a disaster!"

After the first muffled sound, the sound came one after another, some near and some far away.Every time there was a sound, the air-raid shelter would vibrate slightly, and occasionally the cement on the roof of the cave would be cracked and fall down, which caused panic among the refugees.

Even the little girl, who seemed calm before, became anxious and tense amidst the muffled noises, leaning tightly against Mo Yan who was sitting in the corner, holding the basket in one hand, and the other in the other. Holding Mo Yan's arm tightly, his body would tremble slightly from time to time.

There was nothing Mo Yan could do about this situation. He could only slowly stroke the little girl's head and give her some comfort.

After all, the meaning of "war" is not something that people like Mo Yan, who were born in peaceful times, can understand.

The dull sound lasted for a long time, and it subsided in the afternoon, and then continued intermittently until the evening, and it didn't become sparse until around nine o'clock in the evening.

The only thing is that there are at least some soldiers with rifles in the air-raid shelter to maintain order, so that the people in the cave who are dominated by panic and anxiety will not do something out of the ordinary.Of course, in this case, it is naturally impossible to provide food. After all, no one wants to risk their lives to go out to find food.

Fear, anxiety, hunger, people spent a long night accompanied by these emotions.

The air raid ended around four o'clock in the morning on the second day. Since then, there have been no muffled noises or vibrations. However, because it was late at night, people were unwilling to leave the relatively safe air-raid shelter at this time.

At [-]:[-] a.m. the next day, Mo Yan was woken up by the vibrating cell phone in his arms.Reaching into his arms to turn off the set electronic alarm clock, Mo Yan rubbed his eyes and then looked around.

In the dim air-raid shelter, most people were still in their dreams. After all, yesterday's air raid didn't really end until late at night, and most people just went to sleep with peace of mind after that.The soldiers who maintained order were divided into two groups. One group was resting against the wall, and the other group was standing energetically. Occasionally, a few people were separated to patrol the square.

The little girl who was brought along yesterday was still tightly holding onto Mo Yan's arms, sleeping soundly with her head on his shoulder.But even in her sleep, her other hand was still holding the selling basket firmly.

Instead of waking up the sleeping little girl, Mo Yan moved his numb hands and feet carefully, and sat on the cold concrete floor to rest for the night. This was a novel experience for him.The thicker autumn clothes he bought to save trouble performed well and kept Mo Yan's body temperature well. Of course, it would be even better if he could have something to eat.

Time continued to move forward, and people woke up one after another, until about [-]:[-], a girl in a navy uniform led a few soldiers to the air-raid shelter, and announced loudly that the enemy planes in the air raid had been killed. News of total extermination and expulsion.He also claimed that the navy had set up a defense line in the surrounding [-]-mile sea area overnight, and carried out a brutal blow to the invading enemy. Please rest assured.

The girl in military uniform came and went in a hurry, and immediately left the air-raid shelter after announcing that she was in a safe state.

It was safe outside, and people were naturally unwilling to stay in this depressing and dull air-raid shelter. The soldiers who maintained order also began to guide the flow of people to leave the air-raid shelter in an orderly manner.

Mo Yan also pulled the girl who had just woken up and seemed a little dazed out of the dark square, and left the shelter along the underground passage.

It was 53:[-] in the morning, and Mo Yan walked out of the air-raid shelter and looked up at the sky.

The sky is gray and the clouds are high. It doesn't look like it will rain, but there is no possibility of the sun.

　I have long wanted to write a story about a ship girl with a more realistic style, but something happened just now, so I finally made up my mind after preparing for a while.If you like Kan Niang's writing, please support it by adding it to your favorites. You won't be disappointed.

　　
　
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