Darkness is Coming

  When the army gradually approached, the sea of ​​people boiled, some cheered, some applauded, some wept with joy, some screamed and screamed, and some raised their arms and jumped like a child...

   With flowers, bunting and balloons, the scene would be even more festive than the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics in 2008. This made Tang Fei, a war reporter who came here with the 161st Division Transport Regiment, puzzled.

In order to get first-hand information, grab the headlines, and make the most explosive reports, Tang Fei did not choose to stay in the back and wait, but dared to apply for the first batch to accompany the army. No one knew what danger might come here. war zone.

  Tang Fei knew that he was very lucky. Not only did he not encounter any danger along the way, but he was also the first to encounter the scene of the 100,000-strong national anthem chorus.

   But what happened next was beyond his comprehension. Unlike the expected scene, these survivors were indifferent to the People's Protection Army who came to rescue and **** them. They didn't burst into tears and cry their thanks, and they didn't rush to get on the bus to evacuate. They just stood there. Quietly watching the distance, as if waiting for someone to return.

   After standing for more than ten minutes, the 200,000 to 300,000 surviving people who were waiting appeared. It was an army with peculiar members. Tang Fei, who had been running and wandering in the war zone all the year round, saw their strength at first sight. This power is not an appearance, but a majestic aura that has been honed in countless **** battles of life and death, and belongs only to the ace troop.

   Don't look at the fact that they don't have uniform uniforms, they don't carry any heavy weapons, and they just went through a nightmarish battle. Tang Fei was very sure that if the anti-government armed forces in the Middle East and the dictator army collided with the oncoming army now, it would be like an egg in front of a rock.

   But where did such a powerful force come from? Those survivors from the far river did not react at all to the People's Protection Army who came to rescue them. At this time, when this force came, they would be so jubilant? The keen intuition given to Tang Fei by professionalism made him realize that there was big news here.

"Who's there? Were we waiting for them before?" Tang Fei approached a young man of his age, and he spoke kindly, choosing his words carefully, instead of saying "you", he said "us".

   But the young man ignored Tang Fei as if he had never heard of it, and just howled to himself.

   "President Yang! I saw President Yang!"

   "President Yang is back!"

   "The Yuanjiu Society and the troops of the 258th Division are back!"

   "Son, my son! Is my son back?"

   "President Yang?" Tang Fei took out his notebook and quickly recorded the name, "Where is this President Yang so sacred? To be so loved by the surviving compatriots in Yuanjiang, he must be a hero who saved Yuanjiang."

   "President Yang!"

   "President Yang!"

   In the frantic shouts, people raised their heads one after another and looked up at the sky. Tang Fei raised his head and found that a dark fog filled the sky at some point.

   "Compatriots, we are back."

   A young voice came from the black fog, and then a figure came out of the black fog, stood in mid-air, and waved towards the crowd of people below.

   Miraculously, the cumulonimbus clouds piled up in the sky disperse, and the bright sun breaks through the clouds and shines down, as if the war-torn city has finally passed the long night and ushered in a new morning.

Staring at the dazzling sunlight, Tang Fei saw the man's face with a telescope. He was unimaginably young, but the silver-white hair on the temples and the thick vicissitudes between the eyebrows made Tang Fei lose his mind, and even forgot to say "people can stand in the air" was shocked.

   "My compatriots, the war is over, we are victorious!"

   The person standing in the air said another sentence, causing the ground to be suddenly silent, but this silence was only for a moment, and then the sound was overwhelming, long live the mountain.

   "We are victorious!"

   "Yuanjiang has won!"

  People were crying, laughing, shouting, dancing, celebrating this great victory in their own way. In a sea of ​​people, Tang Fei couldn't count how many times his arms were pulled up, and he couldn't remember how many men or women hugged him. Walking in this sea of ​​laughter and laughter was like walking in a dream, with cotton candy under his feet. , the human figure seems to be floating at all without any effort. All around him, waves of cheers rose from wave to wave, and the revelling crowd ran head-on to the troops that had defended them to the death, lifted them high into the sky, caught them, and threw them into the sky again.

   Looking at this scene that had nothing to do with him, Tang Fei didn't know why he could empathize with these crazy people. When the warm sunlight shone on Tang Fei's dizzy forehead, Tang Fei felt that something in his heart that had disappeared for a long time came back.

Tears trickled down his face, but Tang Fei didn't stretch out his hand to wipe it. He raised his arms high, joined the sea of ​​people, and shouted with his loudest voice: "We have won! Yuanjiang has won! "

  ………………

   That night, all domestic games in Huaxia were suspended, and all application software stopped broadcasting entertainment variety shows.

   All CCTV channels and provincial satellite TV channels stopped broadcasting all programs, and jointly broadcasted a large-scale report on the disaster area in the far river of the Central TV Station.

The report explains in detail how Yuan Jiang, under the leadership of the party and the country, survived the crisis through the struggle of the brave people during the time when the chemical virus broke out due to unknown reasons and was trapped in the dome, and enthusiastically praised the rescue of compatriots after the disaster. Yuanjiang Mayor Liu Xie, 258 Brigade Commander Zhao Jiang and other great martyrs who sacrificed selflessly and heroically highly praised the cadres, the masses and non-governmental organizations who persisted in saving lives and helping the wounded at work to create miracles.

  The sensationalism of the pictures and the emotional expressions of his words made audiences all over the country feel sad when they heard it and shed tears when they saw it.

  Then the camera turned, in front of the Jiangbei provincial capital Nandu City Government Building, the sky was full of dawn, and the heroic people's guards fluttered the national flag in a dashing manner. The five-star red flag was raised to the flag during the national anthem, and then flew to half-mast. Countless pedestrians stopped walking to pay homage.

  The camera zoomed in, and several young students who looked like students had tears in their eyes and raised their arms and shouted: "Yuanjiang hold on!"

  The camera turned again, and countless convoys carrying supplies to help Yuanjiang were stuck on the highway. They all slowed down in tacit understanding, flashed double flashing lights, and whistled in silence...

   On the campus of Nandu University, the lights were turned off and it was pitch black. More than 20,000 students spontaneously organized themselves, each holding a candle and standing in the shape of a huge heart. The photographers who were shooting at high altitude on the helicopter could also hear their shouting in unison: "Come on, Yuanjiang!"

   Accompanied by music, the host's voice sounded again. He said affectionately:

   "Natural disasters are ruthless and human beings are affectionate. When one party is in trouble, all parties support it.

   No matter you are from all over the world, we are all from Yuanjiang tonight.

   Pray for the dead and cheer for the wounded.

  The descendants of Yan and Huang will not be knocked down by disasters, may God bless Yuanjiang, and may God bless Central China! "

   Countless audiences shed hot tears in front of the screen, and they generously donated their money to contribute to the reconstruction of Yuanjiang.

  In the middle of the night, inside the cold steel barrier, Yuanjiang people gathered in the open space used to build temporary residences, lit countless bonfires, and stared silently at the ruins beside the flames beating like living creatures.

   That was their hometown.

   Yuanjiang Elegy, the end of the song.