Chapter 1057 The Light Comes
Seeing Aliang's excitement, the captain raised his hand to signal him not to force himself, and quickly made a "safe" gesture behind him.
Seeing this, another soldier immediately took out a hemostatic bandage and disinfectant spray from his medical bag and stepped forward to treat the wounds on Aliang's hands and knees.
When the cold disinfectant spray touched the wound, the stinging sensation made Aliang gasp, but it also made his confused thoughts a little clearer.
"Speak slowly. Where are you from? What's your name? Have you been hiding around here?"
The captain continued to ask questions directly and efficiently, while his eyes quickly scanned Aliang's body, clothes and the "belongings" scattered on the ground, assessing his physical condition and living conditions.
"Ah...Aliang...My name is Aliang..."
Ah Liang took a deep breath, trying to calm his voice. "Pingxiang... the locals... are... over there... in the unfinished building over there... and... there are a few more people..."
He pointed in a direction eagerly, fearing that the other party might not understand.
"We...we've been hiding for almost a year...food...we're almost out of food..." At this point, his voice took on a more pronounced sob, a cry of apprehension at finally seeing his family and being able to tell them about his grievances.
“When I saw the train, I…I just…”
The captain listened quietly, nodding occasionally to indicate he'd received the message. He took a field canteen from a soldier behind him, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to Aliang: "Drink slowly."
Aliang almost snatched the kettle and greedily drank a few big gulps of clean and clear water. The taste was completely different from the filtered rainwater and mud puddle water he usually drank. It seemed to carry the power of life, washing over his thirsty and smoking throat, and making him more certain that this was not a dream.
"Thank you... Thank you, leader..." He regained his breath and spoke a little faster, his eyes filled with eagerness and hope.
"Where...where are you from? Were you sent by the country? How's the situation outside? Is it...is it getting better?"
He asked a series of questions, staring at the captain, as if trying to read all the answers he hoped for from his face.
The captain did not answer all the questions immediately. He took the kettle that Aliang handed back, covered it, and said concisely:
"We are the advance escort force of the 'Yexi Transport Line' from the Zhongzhou War Zone. The railway has just been completed here."
Zhongzhou War Zone? Ah Liang was stunned for a moment. The name was unfamiliar to him, but the word "war zone" was enough to represent everything. He didn't care which war zone it was, as long as it was the country's army!
"We're in charge here now." The sergeant stood up and said in an unyielding tone, "Can you leave? Come back to the train with us. Your wounds require further treatment, and you will also need to be quarantined and questioned."
He extended his hand to Aliang. It was a strong and steady hand wearing a light green rubber chemical protective glove.
Aliang looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, then looked at the well-equipped soldiers around him who had stern expressions but brought vitality, and then looked at the military column in the distance that was quietly dormant like a Great Wall of Steel. A huge sense of unreality and ecstasy hit him again.
He reached out his hand tremblingly, almost reverently, and held that hand. The captain pulled him up from the ground with just a little effort. It felt like he was lifting an inflatable doll, so light that it was shocking.
"Yes...I can walk!" Aliang endured the pain in his knees and tried to stand up straight. Although his voice was hoarse, it revealed a strength he had not had for a long time.
"Okay. Follow me." The sergeant said briefly, motioned a soldier to watch over on the side, and turned around to lead the team towards the military column.
Aliang limped behind, each step on the solid gravel, each step seemed to be a step further away from the dark and desperate past.
He couldn't help but look back frequently, looking at the ruins where he had been hiding and struggling for a long time, and then turned back to look at the steel behemoths that represented order and power, and the tall green figures in front of him.
The sunlight penetrated the clouds, shining on the cold armor of the military train and the badges on the soldiers' shoulders, reflecting a dazzling light.
Aliang narrowed his eyes, but couldn't bear to look away.
The light is really coming!
......
Afterwards, Aliang was supported by a soldier and walked towards the row of stationary steel behemoths, one step deep and one step shallow.
The closer you get, the more you can feel the enormous pressure it brings!
The hideous horn on the front of the car, the mottled scratches on the heavy armor, the dark bloodstains, and the cold murderous aura emanating from the thick gun barrel all made his heart beat faster.
The captain led him to the middle of a carriage, where a metal gangway was lowered. The moment Aliang stepped onto the gangway and walked into the carriage, he seemed to have stepped into another world.
The desolate, rotten and dangerous atmosphere of the outside world was completely isolated. The lights in the carriage were brightly lit. Although they were incandescent lights, they were so bright that he could hardly open his eyes.
The air was filled with a complex smell of motor oil, steel, detergent, and heated food. Although unfamiliar, it was unusually clean and showed no signs of corruption.
The sense of security is overwhelming!
At this moment, Aliang felt like he was tightly wrapped in an indestructible mobile fortress of the apocalypse, and even his nerves that had been tense for a long time since the apocalypse relaxed in an instant.
As Aliang followed the captain into the carriage aisle, the interior of this huge steel dragon was presented to him without reservation.
There are fixed metal seats and lockers on both sides of the carriage, with a passage in the middle, so almost every inch of space is effectively utilized.
Fully armed soldiers holding guns can be seen everywhere on the seats and beside the aisles. Some of them are resting with their eyes closed, some are talking in low voices, and some are checking and maintaining the weapons in their hands.
Seeing the company commander come in with a ragged stranger, many eyes turned over with scrutiny and curiosity, but they were quickly retracted and discipline was maintained.
