She felt a little melancholy and reluctance, but more of a faint tension and excitement - she was walking towards the real scar of this country little by little.

After leaving Garo City, she headed west, with blue sky and sand, and the olive groves in the distance stretched endlessly; she headed towards the long border between the East and Egypt.

...

At nine o'clock in the morning, Song Ran paid attention to the time. Li Zan should have been waiting for her at the gate of the station at this time, and then learned the news of her departure. I don't know what his attitude would be. Thinking of this, I felt a little regretful and a little sour.

And she has driven more than 100 kilometers, and is still one or two hundred kilometers away from the Western border.

Song Ran was wearing a helmet and a bulletproof vest. She didn't turn on the air conditioner in order to save fuel and was already sweating all over.

After walking for another half an hour, she arrived at a nameless small town on the map. The moment she entered the town, inexplicable anxiety hit her heart.

At 9:30 in the morning, there was no one on the street. The buildings were flat and dilapidated, and the houses were gray, as if the soil had been in the sky for days and nights.

Song Ran slowed down the car, and his wheels ran through the debris - cement blocks, broken glass, wood chips, and bullet shells - making a series of shattering sounds.

This strange quiet made her take out her cell phone and take a look, noservice.

Suddenly, there was a loud "boom" and Song Ran was so scared that she shrank her neck.

A shell fell a few blocks away, and the exterior paint of the houses on the street fell. The cement block hit the roof of the car and clanged.

This is probably the battle between the two armies. Song Ran gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator, and the car accelerated and rushed past the street. The guns and cannons outside the block were everywhere, and Song Ran just drove and rushed out of the town.

The noise was getting smaller and smaller. As I was about to leave, a checkpoint suddenly appeared in front of me. Song Ran was shocked, but when he looked closely, it was the government army.

The vehicle slowed down and stopped at the checkpoint. A soldier with a gun came forward, bent down and signaled Song Ran to get off the car. The others began to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the vehicle.

The soldier's face was serious and took her aside, asking in English with a strong accent:

"FROa." China.

Where to go “DESTINATION?”

"Hapo." Hapo.

"OCCUPATION?" Career.

"Correspondent." Reporter.

After the soldier checked his ID documents, he had to check the camera. Song Ran turned on the camera and showed it to him.

The soldier looked and said to himself: "You reporters always like to run to dangerous places. Don't you know what safety is?"

Song Ran asked: "But where is it safe now, sir?"

The soldier paused and looked up from the camera screen to look at her.

"We have reliable intelligence, and the rebels and terrorist organizations plan to attack the section from all sides to Hapo tonight. You have to speed up the train. However," he glanced at his watch, "It's still early, and you can arrive at Hapo before dark. Don't go out at night."

"Thank you, I remember."

It seems there will be a big fight tonight.

If the traffic line is cut off, many cities in the west will be encircled.

Song Ran asked: "Will the traffic line be cut off?"

"Of course not." The soldier's face was as iron as iron, "Our army can defend it."

"I think so, sir."

The soldier returned the document to her and said, "Good luck." When the camera was about to return it to her, the soldier suddenly burst into laughter and called his comrades to come and see.

It turned out to be a picture taken by Song Ran on Garo Street. An old man was sitting next to the ruins after the explosion and playing the violin. The girl who was passing by was spinning and dancing.

“This picture is awesome.”

When he waved his hand and let it go, the soldier actually smiled at her and asked, "Isn'tthiscountrygreat?"

"Yes." Song Ran said.

...

Continuing to go west, Song Ran clearly felt the deterioration of the situation. Along the way, she almost never saw any living people again. The villages and towns she passed by were broken walls and covered with traces of war erosion.

It was almost noon that she passed by an unmanned town, which was even more desolate than all the towns she had passed before.

The journey is quiet, and disasters are hidden.

At some point, silence was suddenly broken and danger fell from the sky. This is the war zone, and the bullets would not say hello in advance.

When a bullet passed through the back seat, Song Ran didn't realize that something was flying through the car.

"Bang!" A hole was made in the telephone pole outside the window, and greystone splashed. Only then did Song Ran realize that the bullets flew past the two windows.

She immediately lowered her body and stepped on the accelerator. She knew something was wrong, but she mistakenly entered the frontal combat zone.

The streets were empty, bullets flew quickly, and one shot was fired on the ground and walls.

Since the fight begins, there is always one side that is good. She is a foreign civilian, and the government forces will definitely save her.

While the brain is running at high speed, the hand mechanically and accurately opens the camera cover, adjusts the program, and starts recording.

Guns were fired everywhere, and the front hood of the car was shot several times. If you don’t show your neutral identity, you will die.

Song Ran shouted: "HELP!"

There was a ceasefire in an instant, and both sides were judging.

A few seconds later, it suddenly broke out and the firepower was fully launched, but this time they all avoided Song Ran's vehicles. The gunmen rushed out from the windows, alleys, and bunkers.

Both sides come to grab people! They want to survive!

Song Ran saw clearly in a moment that there were no government troops. They were rebels and terrorist organizations! They all came to take hostages!

It's over.

She got out of the car and rushed to the empty alley beside the road. Two rebels jumped out of the window on the second floor, one raised his gun and aimed her in order to surrender.

A "bang" sounded, Song Ran screamed and covered her head, but the rebels fell in front of her, blood pouring out in her temples. Another man immediately lowered his head and rushed towards Song Ran.

"Bang!" The second rebel was killed, and blood squirted Song Ran's face.

Song Ran was extremely frightened and didn't know where these two shots came from.

A group of men with high nose bridge and deep eye sockets appeared on the street opposite. One of them rushed over, jumped onto Song Ran's car, stepped on the roof, and jumped towards her. The strong figure covered the dazzling white light in the sky.

Song Ran saw the icon on him clearly: terrorist organization!

She grabbed the camera and got up and ran away. When she turned around, she saw the man twisting his face with bloodthirsty eyes.

She rushed into the alley like crazy, with her hair disheveled, covered in dust and blood and sweat.

Behind him, the terrifying members' voices were ruthless, and they shouted out a series of foreign languages ​​in a rash manner. Before they finished speaking, there were evil responses from men from buildings, bunkers, street corners, shops, and various places.

Song Ran was like a deer breaking into a hunting circle, and wild wolves flocked to him from all directions.

She crawled into the alley and ran wildly. The people behind her laughed, shouted local language, and fired guns into the sky. The leaves, branches, sand and gravel fell down.

She ran desperately, constantly drilling into the alley that was bent around. Suddenly, she reached out with one hand and pulled her over and into her arms. Song Ran screamed, slamming the man's jaw and struggling to push him away. She stepped into the pit, twisted her feet and sat down to the ground, and retreated with her hands and feet desperately.

The man quickly approached her, and his figure instantly blocked the sunlight that was slanted.

A pair of black military boots came into Song Ran's sight, and the gray-green trousers were tied into the boots, tied tightly.

But she had no time to look closely, and rolled over and ran away. The man stepped forward, picked her up and hugged her in his arms, and covered her mouth with one hand.

Song Ran whimpered in horror and kicked and beat her desperately.

He lifted her helmet and whispered: "Don't move!"

Song Ran was startled and raised her eyes.

His black eyes were shining brightly, and he pulled the mask off his face, and his voice was extremely low: "It's me."

The author has something to say:

1. Why go to dangerous places? The situation of war changes rapidly, and the situation in the previous second is different from the next. It is not dangerous when you set out, but not necessarily when you arrive.

2. Why does a reporter run outside sound very unpleasant? But many war correspondents work alone because they are not equipped with enough staff. "There are real cases of a reporter entering the war zone, or a female reporter." When encountering extreme situations, one or two male colleagues are actually not very useful, and the difference is just the number of people. Facing the army, even a colleague in a whole vehicle, he just sighs.

There are many things we cannot get in touch with and do not understand. If we think it is impossible because we don’t understand them, it may not be fair to those who have truly experienced these experiences.
Chapter completed!