Chapter 46 Chapter 46

The sun in the East always rises particularly early, and it starts to light at around four or five o'clock.

Song Ran's room didn't have time to install curtains. When the skylight shone, it stimulated her eyes and woke her up.

Pei Xiaonan, next door, did not return overnight and should have been treated in the hospital.

Song Ran and Jose had an appointment at 7:30 in the morning, and there was still some time left. She sat at the table and wrote a diary. After that, she copied all kinds of information to the cloud storage disk.

After finishing the record, 7:20.

After thinking about it, she logged into Twitter and posted a sentence: "Go back to Aller."

She had no intention of checking the comments that came in immediately, searched Li Zan's account and took a look. His Twitter account was empty and there was nothing. At the beginning, he applied just to follow her updates.

Now that she has become his ex-girlfriend, maybe she won't have to do it any longer.

Still thinking about it, the sound of a car driving in came downstairs.

Song Ran took back his thoughts, carried the bag he had already collected, and quickly went downstairs.

It was indeed Jose who came.

He got out of the car and stood in front of the car with his body straight. When he saw Song Ran, he smiled and covered his shoulders with his hands to salute her solemnly, saying, "Song, I am very honored to see you. You are the idol of every reporter."

Song Ran had been with Sasin for a long time before and was used to their enthusiastic and exaggerated ways of speaking, but this time he still blushed and said shyly: "I am more lucky."

"Lucky is God's favor," said Jose, "but God only favors excellent and kind people."

Song Ran thought that she wanted to be humble, and maybe there were any words of praise that would overflow, so she simply accepted it with a smile.

Jose is a special correspondent of the Eastern Foreign Ministry, about 35 years old.

He is tall and has a clear contour. His towering brow bones and deep concave eye sockets are typical Eastern styles. He is there and does not need to grow a beard. He looks so mature that he looks like a pisacinna guy.

Today he took Song Ran to the combat command of the Aler City defense battle to share war information with other special reporters. At present, the troops from nearby cities are being dispatched to Aler City, and a large-scale fierce battle is approaching. The dispatch and security issues of war correspondents also require unified deployment.

Jose asked: "You didn't go to the war zone yesterday, did you?"

"No." She was still afraid of being insecurity alone.

"There is still some time before the gathering. Do you want to go there and have a look?"

"OK."

Jose turned around at the intersection and turned around a road leading to the north.

Sure enough, after walking for a long time, I heard a faint sound of gunfire.

Song Ran looked at the watch and sighed and complained: "It's less than eight o'clock, don't you have to sleep?"

Jose laughed: "Just get used to it. Now, where is there a land where can we sleep in our country?"

Song Ran looked out the window and noticed that along the way, many children were looking for something to collect in the ruins on the side of the road.

She was a little confused. Until halfway, two ragged and skinny children appeared on the ruins of a building ahead.

The little boy was five or six years old and climbed on the ruins; behind him was a little girl less than four years old. The girl was wearing clothes and using her hands and feet, slowly moving on the stone.

The little boy plucked and tumbling through the bricks and stones. After searching for a long time, he picked up a piece of bread crumbs and handed them to his sister immediately. The little sister took it and stuffed it into her mouth. Then the crumbs that were big on her fingers were instantly inserted into her stomach. After eating, she looked at her brother eagerly.

The little brother then continued to use his thin arms to flip the bricks that were too heavy for him. The younger sister staggered behind and wanted to help, but she was too thin and weak, so she could only throw away some small stones in vain.

Song Ran took out the camera.

Seeing this, Jose slowly stopped the car and waited for her to take pictures, saying, "There are too many orphans like this."

"Why not send them to the refugee camp?"

"These are from refugee camps, and they are short of supplies and cannot take care of them. They are young orphans who cannot grab enough food."

Song Ran searched for it, but today he didn't have any food in his bag.

Neither Jose, and shrugged with regret.

On the ruins, the little boy suddenly shouted happily, and it turned out that he had picked up a biscuit piece, which was half a piece.

The sister immediately crawled over to him happily. She took the biscuits, took a bite, and broke the biscuits in half while chewing. The brother quickly squatted down and picked up the debris on the ground and put them in his mouth. The little sister handed him half a biscuit, but the little brother didn't want it and continued to look for it.

My sister hurriedly followed him and kept stuffing it into his hand.

The little brother couldn't resist it, and finally took it, but carefully put it in his pocket.

Song Ran was still looking at it, and Jose sighed: "Are you leaving?"

Song Ran withdrew her gaze: "Let's go."

Jose started the car again, but it was not yet driving, and gunfire sounds were coming in front.

If it was the first time to come to the battlefield, Song Ran would probably ask Jose, why are these children not afraid? But now she knows very well that they are chasing the gunshots. There are soldiers on the battlefield, and there are various small objects and food residues left behind in places with many soldiers and dead people.

In the face of bone-eating hunger, what is fear?

Jose said: "The children of this generation have no future." After that, he paused again, "We have no future either."

The moment the car started, Song Ran heard the little boy's cheer again and looked back and took a look.

It turned out that he picked up a lighter under the brick and excitedly shared it with his sister.

The two children sat on the ruins, holding lighters and whispering, and the flames jumped up and fell in clusters. The little sister seemed to have seen such a strange toy, giggling happily and shaking her feet. The brother also laughed happily.

The faint fire in the palm of the child shone on their shiny eyes.

When the vehicle turned, Song Ran finally withdrew her gaze and said, "Their lives are still long and there is still a future."

I felt that the atmosphere was too heavy, and I smiled and said, "Of course, you are too old to say."

Jose laughed: "Song, you are so cute!"

The car drove along the periphery of the war zone. Amid the sound of gunfire, Song Ran saw many military and civilians digging trenches, clearing ruins, and exploding buildings early in the morning to prepare for the next battle.

At 8:50 a.m., they arrived at the combat command in the city center of Aller. It was a four-story museum.

Less than two kilometers away from the front line, there are constantly coming and going in and out of military vehicles, military motorcycles and running soldiers, informing the military war situation from various fronts.

Song Ran got out of the car with Jose and walked into the museum.

The collection has already soared into the sky, the light inside is dim, the dark and gloomy, and there is nothing left.

The command center was in an air-raid shelter on two floors underground. Song Ran took a wooden box elevator to the ground.

Dim incandescent lamps, narrow corridors, dove nest-like basement. Commanders, military strategists, correspondents, recorders, typists, and people at all positions are focused on the tasks at hand.

Song Ran winded for a while underground like an ant nest and walked to a closed corridor.

There was a sealed room at the end of the corridor. Through the small glass on the door, a group of people in military uniforms seemed to be discussing strategic deployments, fighting red and unable to hear the sound.

The guard soldier looked at her alertly, and she immediately looked away and turned to this small and dark room with Jose.

There have been some domestic and foreign journalists in the room, only she is an Asian face and only she is a woman. Several of the male journalists from Europe and America cast distrustful eyes on her, and even a little contemptuous, as if they think that she is thin and as a woman, she cannot match the battlefield mission.

Song Ran just pretended not to see it.

Before the meeting was held, several people smoked cigarettes. The small space was suddenly filled with smoke.

The pressure on the battlefield is too great, and almost everyone can smoke.

Someone handed a pack of cigarettes around, and each handed it. When she arrived at Song Ran, she waved her hand and smiled: "I don't smoke."

"Elegant lady." The French reporter who was dividing the cigarette smiled, unable to tell whether it was a joke or a ridicule.

The bag of cigarettes and lighters were placed in front of her, and the owner took them away unintentionally, and she ignored them.

At about eight o'clock, a war press officer from the Eastern Kingdom came in. He was responsible for the shooting of the war.

The content of the meeting is very simple. The government forces will try their best to provide convenience to these journalists who have a certain voice in the international community. They are also asked to help the government forces win the support of international public opinion while objectively recording.

The French reporter shouted in a cigarette and joked: "Don't worry. Under my camera, the government troops are all brave, and the rebels are all cruel."

Several foreign journalists laughed in a ball.

The Dongguo people in the house also smiled, even if they heard the sarcasm and irony, they pretended not to understand.

Song Ran had no expression on his face, as if he had heard the most boring joke.

The French reporter met and asked, "What do you think, Miss?"

Song Ran raised her eyes: "I don't care about this issue, sir."

"Oh? Then you came to the battlefield but didn't care about this. What do you care about?"

Song Ran: "I only care when the people here can end their suffering."

"..." The male reporter spit out a smoke ring and stopped talking.

After a while, the meeting ended and everyone left.

When Song Ran got up, he picked up the pack of cigarettes and lighters and handed them to the reporter: "Your stuff."

He didn't accept it and laughed: "It's scary on the battlefield. Miss, I hope you don't be scared to tears. Try it when you're scared, cigarettes will bring you courage."

Song Ran replied: "It's different from you. My courage comes from bones, not from nicotine."

The reporter was smoking a cigarette, and was choking at her words. He smiled and stopped talking, but he didn't take the cigarette and left by himself.
To be continued...