"Let's go," said Yang Ning, "The ground staff is paralyzed now, and it's meaningless in the past. I'll take you on the way and go home first."

Fu Luo responded and followed him silently.

Yang Ning... Yang Ning has a kind of reckless madness and a very tense and rebellious deeds. Whether it is calm command or domineering decisiveness, it has a fatal attraction for young people.

He is an absolute "C-level sniper". No matter how he takes a different approach, he is also a stalwart figure of the pride of heaven.

Even though he is so bold that he is out of the ordinary, how many young people are really not rebellious? Of the ten young people, there are about nine who yearn for being such a person, and the remaining one who has no ambitions, usually seeking to be the second best to become a wife of such a person.

Their return journey was not very smooth. Since air traffic was entirely supported by electromagnetic systems, after being attacked by electromagnetic cannons, the entire air line was paralyzed.

The ground traffic did not have that large load capacity, and an emergency passage was required to be given up to ambulances coming and going. As a result, there was a traffic jam across the city, blocking them on the road for nearly two hours.

But the dust and hustle caused by the electromagnetic cannon was condensed by the water vapor in the night sky, and soon it started to rain like muddy.

"There's no way, why not," said Yang Ning. "Everyone is a little bit bearable, and shrink the car to within one meter and two meters. We go around the dungeon."

The dungeon has many people and narrow roads, with a speed limit of 40 mph, and all motor vehicles must not be wider than one meter and two meters wide.

Fu Luoxin said that this guy has trampled on at least hundreds of laws, and he still knows how to respect traffic rules.

...It's really something that doesn't happen.

The military vehicle disguised by the near-East mecha quickly shrank to one meter or two wide, and turned to the dungeon.

Later, Fu Luo recalled that whether it was the previous attack or the mecha war, she just followed Yang Ning's command in a mess of ignorance and chaos, and had no intuitive concept... until she embarked on this seemingly settled return journey.

In his life, the concept of "war" was stripped of the battleship and the heroic iron armor for the first time, and it hit the face with a true and tragic flying of flesh and blood.

The military vehicle in front suddenly braked, and there was no choice but to stop behind him. Yang Ning pulled down the window and asked the guard who got off the bus in front: "What's the situation?"

The guard stopped for a while before he came to his senses, turned around and whispered: "Colonel, there is no way ahead."

The entire dungeon was sunken, and the narrow passage was broken into two pieces in the waist. A small "cliff" was formed up and down, with a vertical drop of more than ten meters. Standing on the cliff, it was like looking down from the top of a small high-rise building.

I can see the tragic situation of the entire dungeon.

It was like there was an unprecedented earthquake there.

The extremely dense buildings have become a disaster, and I don’t know how many people have been buried under the collapsed ant holes.

"It is the resonance caused by the shock wave of the electromagnetic gun," a guard whispered, "and changed the geological structure of the lower layer, and this piece is sunken."

Fu Luo's heart tightened and asked subconsciously: "If it's like this underground, what about the ground?"

The guard was stunned for a moment when he heard this question, and then smiled helplessly - she asked a question that was very unhealthy, but based on the friendship he had fought together just now, he still answered patiently.

"The ground is different. The density of buildings on the ground is very low. Each foundation is built with anti-depressed polymer casting molds, especially in the central business district. In order to create a commercial shopping atmosphere, there are many high-rise buildings. The cost of the ground on the ground is as high as one million earth coins per square meter. It is said that even if the underground is empty and becomes a big pit, the central business district can float on the ground alone by relying on the surface polymer tension. This is also the reason why the above-ground housing prices are getting higher and higher. Technology divides the above-ground and the underground into two worlds."

It turned out that one ambulance after another was all coming and going to the dungeon.

Most roads are out of reach. Large cranes and ambulances can only enter and exit the dungeon through special narrow passages. They are very slow. Some people even kneel on the ground and dig their buried homes with their hands.

An injured old man sat blankly on the side of the road, with fine sand between his hair.

There was a sharp cry from somewhere, and because they stood too high, it sounded a little distorted.

The eyes are full of scars.

Yang Ning was silent for a moment: "Let's go back and don't get in the way here."

No one said anything, they slowly retreated from the same road, silently following the long dragon blocked from the ground, and slowly moved.

Since civil communications have not been repaired for the time being, information dissemination has been hindered. Along the way, whether it is called an ambulance or a rescue team, it depends on people's shouting. Some dungeon collapse points have been discovered, and the entrance is full of constant ambulances, but they can't drive in.

More collapse points have not been found out, and often people who look like crazy will rush to the ground, stop passing cars casually, dance and shout for help.

"If you contact me, you should use military signals." Yang Ning, who was closing his eyes to rest, suddenly spoke, "I guess some mistakes are wrong. Civil communications will not be connected soon, but..."

He seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing: "Anyway, when the first aid and alarm phones are available, it means that a large-scale civilian signal has been repaired through the Earth's Ethernet communication system."

Fu Luo felt her hand on her knees trembling. She heard her trying to calm down and asked softly: "Why did the communication be fixed but the civil signal is not activated?"

"If the civil signal is activated tonight, a large-scale parade will break out on the earth tomorrow. Do you believe it?" Yang Ning's voice was a little tired, "Turmoil and war will lead to a long-term backlog of contradictions in society. Without a slight buffer, it will cause disaster."

Fu Luo was stunned, as if at a loss.

"In the future, everyone will never flock to the square to watch movies and buy things, and pay attention to fashion shows." Yang Ning said softly, "Civil strife, protest, suppression, a large number of people who have nothing to do, endless turmoil... The public security that has been stable for hundreds of years will disappear, and all kinds of abnormal social phenomena that you can't imagine will appear one after another, and the large amount of military expenditure consumed by war will squeeze the living space of the middle class through tax burden when the economy is about to collapse."

Yang Ning sneered, and it seemed a little sharp: "The scene of the enemy facing the wholehearted will only appear in the movie."

Fu Luo was stunned for a while, and suddenly said to himself: "Then what should I do?"

She could neither lead public opinion nor join the medical rescue team, coordinate the game between interest groups, reconcile the contradictions caused by the gap between the rich and the poor, and revitalize the severely damaged world economy...

The building was about to collapse, and even if she wanted to push it with the small force of the slaughter, she couldn't find where to start.

This time, Yang Ning was silent for a long time. Just when Fu Luo thought he was not going to answer, she heard a man's voice coming from the side.

"Soldiers," said Yang Ning, "we never ask such questions."

When Fu Luo got home, it was almost eleven o'clock. On the ground, there seemed to be no more losses in the area except for a crooked tree in the small courtyard at the door.

If it weren't for her own eyes, Fu Luo would have thought that the entire dungeon was a nightmare she created out of thin air.

These are two worlds that belong to the ground... and the underground.

The gate has an identification system, and the access control will be automatically opened within 20 cm of Fu Luo’s walk.

Fu Xiaoxin came back from the laboratory and didn't even change her clothes. She sat alone on the silent sofa, staring blankly until she heard the door ringing.

Fu Xiaoxin jumped up suddenly, the hem of the experimental robe was tripped by the legs of the coffee table, and pulled her to stagger.

The tea table sounded "bang", and half of the water that had already cooled in the tea cup was instantly sprinkled.

"Mom," Fu Luo lowered his head and changed his shoes, "What are you doing?"

"I...what am I doing..." Fu Xiaoxinyu was stunned for a while before asking in a state of disarray, "Why are you back? Ah? It's so messy outside, why are you running around? How come you make this dirty monkey look like? Ah?"

"The ground staff was blown up, it was useless to waste it there, and the interim chief specially approved it."

"What?!" Fu Xiaoxin's voice suddenly increased eight degrees, like a hen that was strangled.

Now the main war faction in space has controlled the situation, and the official information has been accurate and fast, but the ground is still in chaos, and everything is said.

Fu Luo's ears suffered all day long. When he was stimulated by such a sharp sound, he suddenly realized that he had accidentally stimulated Fu Xiaoxin. He quickly made up for it and pretended to be careless and giggled foolishly: "...of course I am just teasing you."

Fu Xiaoxin slapped her on the back, slapped Fu Luo so hard that she was choked by her saliva, and she coughed continuously.

"Do you want to slap me to death and give birth to another small one?" Fu Luo sat on the sofa.

"Speak human words!"

"The communication system has collapsed. The ground staff is now empty. The temporary chief disbanded us." Fu Luo said, "Where is my dad and the others? Uncle Luo and the others are fine, right?"

Fu Xiaoxin stared at her embarrassed look with her eyebrows: "You should take care of yourself first! Why are the clothes so dirty? What's going on when you pull a piece of your sleeve? What's wrong with rubbing your hands?"

Fu Luo said without changing his face: "When I came back, I was in traffic jam. I originally wanted to leave the dungeon, but it collapsed inside, so we came out, maybe we were running underground."

After saying that, she was a little surprised.

Fu Luo is a person who can't lie. She never hides her worries on her face. Every time she has to tell lies, her palms will sweat and her face will turn white. She is even more nervous than asking her to blow up a bunker. She didn't expect that just one day passed, she actually felt like she had a new skill.

Could it be that those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black?

While she was thinking about it, she saw that Fu Xiaoxin had already stood up and called her relatives and friends to report her safety.

Hey, why? There is a signal?

Fu Luo took out his cell phone and found that the signal grid was still empty, but the columns of first aid and alarm phones were already lit.

"When first aid and alarm phones are available, it means that large-scale civil signals have been repaired through the Earth's Ethernet communication system."

Yang Ning's words flashed in her ears.

Fu Xiaoxin is a high-level technician in the system, so she also knows it.

Fu Luo opened a hidden signal conversion software in his mobile phone, and then entered it with a virtual agent to skillfully convert military signals into civilians. The signal strength and weakness detection immediately showed full range.

Yang Ning said a word, and Fu Luo felt a deep heart, and unconsciously remembered the scene he encountered on the road.

"Luoluo." Fu Xiaoxin hurriedly reported her safety, sat opposite her, and fell down seriously, "Don't be busy going up, I have something to ask you."

Fu Luo raised his head.

"Your father said that they are repairing the second layer of protective net, and then the ground service office will be taken over by the ground technical engineer, and the original ground service agency will be withdrawn, and the service personnel will be re-arranged." She said this, stopped and carefully looked at Fu Luo's face.

Fu Luo's expression did not change much. First, she had never wanted to stay in the ground department for a long time, and second, she had known about these things from Yang Ning that the ground department had to change the organizational structure.

Fu Xiaoxin asked: "Where do you want to go to nǎ in the future?"

"Go to the front line of space." The five words "Go to the front line of space." Fu Luo's mouth, but after turning around, she forced her to swallow it back.

"As long as it is on the ground, no matter what you want to do, your mother will support you."

Sure enough, Fu Xiaoxin said this next sentence.

Fu Luo didn't say anything, and the two fell silent.

"Forget it," Fu Xiaoxin's face calmed down slightly. She stood up and patted Fu Luo's head, "Go and rest first. Anyway, you are still young, so don't rush to think about such a long-term situation. The situation has been chaotic during this period, so you just stay at home honestly. It's good to read more books. Let's wait until it's a little more stable before deciding where you go."

After Fu Xiaoxin finished speaking, she removed the experimental clothes and walked towards her bedroom.

Fu Luo just endured the words back, which was already a very great progress for her. At this time, she finally couldn't help but call Fu Xiaoxin and tentatively said: "Mom, if I say, I want..."

Fu Xiaoxin paused, but she didn't look back, but her voice sank: "Do you know how many people died outside the space fortress today?"

"Incomplete statistics, the Earth Alliance lost 130 large warships, and countless other supply ships, detective ships, etc. An hour ago, the confirmed casualties had reached more than 30,000. This number is still rising now, and even General Zhao Youxuan's sharp knife has been damaged by more than half." Fu Xiaoxin took a deep breath, and when she vomited, she was already trembling slightly.
Chapter completed!