Huge black shadows enveloped the "Lantern Tower" area of ​​Haijing, like a giant dragon rushing out of hell, covering the sky and the sun.

Everyone was looking up at the sky.

In Fu Qingluan's surprised eyes, a huge "Brother 1985" giant passenger plane seemed to be rubbing against the ground. This huge sense of oppression made the fearless Fu Qingluan lie on the galloping motorcycle in horror. The plane flew so low that it seemed to crush everyone on this street!

Following the huge roar of the eardrum, there was a huge wave of air. Fu Qingluan felt that his motorcycle seemed to be blown up and stood up. He couldn't help panic. You must know that the "Freedom Knight" under his crotch had an extreme maximum of 400 horsepower, which could be increased to 400 kilometers. It only takes three seconds to increase from zero to 100 kilometers!

Even the 700-kilogram motorcyclist, the free knight, was blown by the air waves of the plane, and Fu Qingluan, who was lying on the motorcycle, felt that he was like a sampan above the raging waves of the sea, began to shake like a boat.

Fu Qingluan turned to see the strange plane, but the roar had not disappeared. He heard a loud noise behind him, and immediately the ground was undulating like waves.

The eardrums were roaring by the loud noise, and Fu Qingluan's face was pale. The loud noise that made his internal organs shift and made him want to vomit made him hallucinate his eyes: he was not in Haijing, the center of the Empire, and was not in the motorcycle pedals, but soft sand; he was not by the streets and pedestrians, but near the "Crusader" assault tank numbered as Desert 016, the group of *the Imperial Royal Air Force mistakenly exploded friendly forces again, a "Thunderbolt" air-to-ground attack aircraft opened fire on the 016 tank, and the "Tangmen" missile shot through the turret of the poor tank, and the explosion shock waves swept the poor infantry out like pieces of paper. When he was in the air, he heard the loud noise, and the eardrums roared like this, and the ground was as blurred as it is now.

Holding the handlebars tightly, he rushed towards the two big trucks that blocked the road in front of him in despair. Fu Qingluan had no choice, because if he didn't control the direction, the motorcycle that was twisting on the wavy ground might immediately knock him to the ground.

Not only was he helpless, he originally pointed a gun at Fu Qingluan's men in black, and had to hold his head in front of his car like a grandson. Their horrified eyes did not look at Fu Qingluan, but behind Fu Qingluan.

Before Fu Qingluan could react at any time, the shock wave followed closely by the loud noise, just like the huge waves of Hue Haitao pressing his jacket tightly!

"It's too slow!" His ears buzzed. Fu Qingluan, a veteran on the battlefield, sighed in his heart. Who doesn't know: There will be a shock wave after the loud noise, or there will be a loud noise after the shock wave?

Of course, the latter may not have experienced many people, because if you experience the shock wave of sound, you will die for a lifetime.

As soon as he said that, the shock wave suddenly hit Fu Qingluan's vest, and in front of him were two large trucks blocking the road ahead.

How could the elites of the Imperial Pioneer Ocean 6 War Army be afraid of danger?

What's more, this elite has been forced to jump over the wall!

At that time, Fu Qingluan suddenly pressed the front of the car, then raised it up suddenly. With the unstoppable shock wave behind him, the 700-kilogram "Freedom Knight" and the 80-kilogram "6-team member" above roared and jumped up, jumping over the fronts of the two cars with almost impossible platform-free jumps!

The cold sweat was blown dry by the wind. Fu Qingluan landed on the ground, and his rear wheel printed a circle of wheel marks on the other party's car cover. He added the accelerator and walked left and right in the shock wave and stagnant traffic that collided with the streets. In the blink of an eye, he rushed out a kilometer away.

Only then did he stop the roaring beast under his crotch, step on the ground, turn his head and look back, and then he solidifies there, just like countless cars and people around him, solidifies there and cannot move.

The weather seemed to be no longer as wet and gentle as the South. The storm that had just exploded was still there. Not only was there a storm but also sand and dust swept through the sky!

Fu Qingluan looked three kilometers away from the Haijing Lantern Tower and saw that the magnificent and beautiful blue tower that had just emerged had already appeared in the middle like an entrance to hell, fire and smoke rolling out from the opening, covering the sky and the sun;

"The plane hit the lampstand tower?" Fu Qingluan wanted to slap her mouth, if this was a nightmare.

The plane flying against the ground, the huge explosion, the shock wave, the lampstand tower in the rolling black smoke, the combat literacy of the 6th War Army made him reach this conclusion, but he could not convince him of this conclusion anyway

Just when Fu Qingluan was stunned and unable to think, another plane flew from the west. Under Fu Qingluan's gaze, it hit the lampstand tower again!

"What... have I born?" Amid the thick smoke and rainy smoke produced by the explosion, Fu Qingluan forgot the gun battle, pursuit, and even forgot what he had just experienced. He spread his hands and shouted at the people all over the street.

But everyone, like him, stared at the smoke-filled lampstand tower in amazement.

Even half an hour later, when the fearless firefighters broke through the streets blocked by the stop-car, pulling the sirens toward the lampstand tower, Fu Qingluan, who was chased by some people, was still sitting on his motorcycle and staring at the fire-burning building.

Four hours later, Fu Qingluan sat on the soft seat on the high train from Haijing to Hue with a tired face. His forehead was against the hard window glass, and his mind was full of chaos: What did he have today?

He witnessed one civil aviation plane after another flying towards the city, and then disappeared. The smoke of gunpowder came everywhere in Haijing, and even the direction of the port was loudly exploded. The lampstand tower area was soon blocked. Even if you go back to see what your uncle is, you can't do it. You can only ride a motorcycle to Haijing International Airport without any hesitation. On the way, he kept dialing his uncle's cell phone, but there was only one display: the route was busy, please dial later.

Fu Qingluan, who had fought overseas, knew very well that unless his uncle could escape from the building like him, he had to ride a high motorcycle that could quickly pass through the traffic, he could escape from death. Just the first collision, he observed that the huge plane had hit the 58th floor, where he was sitting ten minutes ago.

His mind was in a mess and he couldn't think about the next step. He couldn't help but follow the plan he had planned in the elevator of the lampstand tower: to fly directly to Europe Germany, where he had a place to settle. But when he drove into the airport, he found that there was even more chaos: the flight ban was issued urgently, all flights were cancelled, and passengers were waiting in the hall for a sea of ​​fire on the screen to cry, and the roar of air force fighter jets above his head never stopped.

He left the airport like a walking corpse, and watched several huge black smoke pillars soaring into the sky in Haijing back to the train station and bought a high-speed train ticket to Shun'an, Annanbang Prefecture, China.

On the way, he wanted to call his mother and uncle's house several times, but he was hesitant. He didn't want to tell them the bad news so firmly that something happened to his uncle.

Before I could call, I received a call from his mother in Lanfang Province: "Are you not in your apartment? Why isn't anyone answering the landline? What are you doing?! Read the news! Something happened to the lampstand tower. I can't get through your uncle's phone number. You should hurry up and go from Peking to see the situation!"

She thought she was still hanging out in Peking!

Fu Qingluan didn't say that he was in Haijing, but just stammered for a few times and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Since they don’t know the situation, why do I need to destroy their glimmer of hope? What’s more, maybe my uncle survived the hellish fire and smoke due to God’s favor. Didn’t he watch countless firefighters rush into the huge smoke ball with his own eyes?

"May God let the miracle be born! Bless my uncle!" Fu Qingluan on the motorcycle murmured.

As soon as he got on the train, he drove a long distance, and the fierce battle in the family business, the day of running around and the huge and incredible disaster, these fatigues came together, making the strong man unable to stand it. He sat at the end of the carriage, his face was tilted in his seat with his head against the window, and he could not sleep but could not think of anything in his head.

Just then, a female train waiter stopped in front of him, bowed and asked softly, "Sir?"

Seeing that Fu Qingluan was depressed and did not respond, she reached out and gently tapped Fu Qingluan's shoulders, as if disturbing a sleeping crocodile. Fu Qingluan's body suddenly bounced up, and his right hand reached into the back of the leather jacket, and his left hand was pinched towards the conductor's neck in a clamp.

"Ah!" The conductor retreated back in horror, and Fu Qingluan's big hand stopped in mid-air. You could see that the hand was trembling violently, with blue veins exposed on it.

"What's the matter?" Fu Qingluan was woken up from the nightmare. He was both angry and embarrassed and took back his hands, looking at the woman with a ferocious face.

"Sir, your legs are bleeding." The waiter covered his frightened chest and pointed at Fu Qingluan's legs leaning outside and said with concern: "I can bandage you, or ask the train doctor to come."

Fu Qingluan looked down and saw that at some point, he found that at some point, somewhere, one of his trousers had been broken, with blood on his calves, and brown blood spots on his 6 boots.

"Thank you, bring me gauze and medicine, I'll do it myself." Seeing the wound, Fu Qingluan sighed and said, "Maybe it was abrasions from the lampstand tower? I didn't even pay attention..."

The waiter bent his waist close to Fu Qingluan, held Fu Qingluan's hand tightly on the table with both hands, and said with tears in his eyes: "I understand your mood, please hold on. Today is a terrible day for the empire."

Shocked by the waiter's attitude and expression. Feeling the temperature of the lady's palm, Fu Qingluan's hearing and vision were pulled back from his own world. When he raised his head, he realized that there was a huge sound of news broadcasts in the carriage. Most of the passengers stood at both ends of the carriage passage and looked at the monitors above. Each passenger had a solemn expression, and the air echoed with a soft sob.

He stood up, hugged the waiter's shoulder to express his gratitude and comfort, took a few steps back from his seat, stood in front of the crowd in the aisle, and turned around, only then did he see the LCD TV display that was just above his head.

An anxious live announcer on TV was yelling at something. She was the yellow cordon behind her and the smoke from the distance. The dome palace, which was known as the most luxurious and western, could see that the building below had been opened, as if a grenade was fired on the soldier's chest, digging his chest into a huge bloody hole.

Although I was so shocked that my fingers couldn't move, the announcer's voice was clearly audible:

"The Empire was hit by a terrible attack today, with six civil aircraft hijacked at the same time..."

"Three planes hit the Pacific Trade Center lampstand tower, and the lighthouse tower has now ignited a raging fire..."

"The fourth plane hit the square in front of the Haihuang Blue Palace located in the center of Haijing. The residual body hit the palace. The four-story building under the dome was seriously damaged. The famous Haijing Public Square became a sea of ​​fire......"

"The fifth aircraft intended to hit the Navy Crusader Combat Command Center outside the Haijing Military Port. It is believed that the military used anti-aircraft guns to shoot. After avoiding the injured aircraft, it flew over the city and hit the Haisong Temple on Yuexiu Mountain ten minutes later. The entire front door and at least three nearby buildings were destroyed. The damage to the cemetery of our emperor** people is currently unknown...."

"The sixth aircraft made a suicide impact on the USS White-headed Emperor, which was anchored in the military port. It was shot down on the sea by the Imperial Navy with air defense missiles fifty seconds before the impact contact......"

"The Empire is currently on a red alert state, and the entire Empire is a no-fly zone. The Imperial Air Force will shoot down any unauthorized flying objects on the airspace..."

"God! How could you let this happen?" Fu Qingluan held his left chest hard with his big hand. Not only was he holding his leather jacket, but he also held the flesh on his chest tightly. Only in this way can he stop his trembling all over.

Not only him, but everyone in front of the TV was trembling. The train waiter beside Fu Qingluan sobbed and blocked his mouth with the back of his hand, tears rolling down his eyes.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the screen and handed a piece of paper to the announcer in front. She looked at it with a little horror, suddenly raised her eyebrows and shouted at the screen: "Latest news! The empire's current emperor - the Song royal family - the Emperor Zhao. Shu Your Majesty is safe and sound! This news has been confirmed by the palace and the government. His Majesty has entered the safety hedge room five minutes before the explosion and has been transferred out of the palace. It is said that he is preparing to give imperial lectures to all the imperial subjects...."

When the announcer said this, he suddenly choked up and held the Mike in one hand to wipe his tears of excitement.

For a moment, there was no sound on the TV except her sob, and the carriage was silent.

After a while, the carriage seemed to burst, and there were shouts of "Long live the God Emperor! Hallelujah"!

"The emperor is okay! Long live the emperor!" Fu Qingluan suddenly pulled his hand from his chest, as if he had been diving for a lifetime and finally rushed out of the water. He suddenly opened his mouth to the top of the car, and spit out a relaxed breath. He lowered his head and smiled at the waiter who was crying with joy. The two hugged each other suddenly. Kong Wu's powerful Fu Qingluan even hugged the petite conductor away from the ground and started to spin.

The announcer on the screen finally wiped away the tears. She pinched the paper in her hand and continued to broadcast with a hoarse voice. The crowd of people hugging each other in the carriage also quieted down. Fu Qingluan carefully put the conductor in her arms on the ground, raised her head, and pricked up her ears to listen to her news:

"Latest court news, the empire's first heir - the royal family of Annan - Emperor Ruan Lijiang and her husband Prince Zhu Yunyan have interrupted their visit to Congo in Africa and returned to China. They are escorted by the Imperial Royal Air Force and will arrive in Duhaijing tonight; the second heir of the empire - the royal family of Ming Dynasty - Emperor Zhu Jinlan has arrived from Tianjing, and His Highness has met Emperor Zhao and Emperor Shu. Tomorrow's imperial subjects will give a speech to all the royal representatives of the three imperial families in the empire... Here is a live broadcast report brought to you by cbc Zhao Yan!"

The picture was shaking. Li Zhaoming, a famous bald anchor in the empire, appeared on the screen in his signature elbow-pressing position. He looked serious and said, "Thank you for Zhao Yan's report at the palace. The minister's office came to power. The empire suffered the most serious terrorist attack in seventy years. This is an offensive act between countries and an invasion of the empire! Our station received news that all active-duty soldiers in the empire have been cancelled and ordered to take their positions immediately. The "Davidson" aircraft carrier combat group stationed at the Okinawa military base, the "Asian Tiger" aircraft carrier combat group stationed at Lushun, and the "Da Songhai" aircraft carrier aircraft carrier stationed at Dinghai base

The combat group, as well as the "Bai-headed Emperor" aircraft carrier combat group stationed in Haijing, has been ordered to start preparing. It may be in the near future that they will gather in the Tokyo Sea and the "Knight of God" aircraft carrier combat group stationed in Hue; the "Sea King" aircraft carrier combat group, which conducts joint military exercises in the Atlantic Ocean and NATO, has interrupted the exercises and their whereabouts are unknown; judging from the fact that the Imperial Invincible Fleet with at least six aircraft carriers as the core, has gathered again, although the Prime Minister has not yet issued the enemy who attacked us, I will still say that the Empire is likely to enter a huge war again……….”

"Is it going to fight again?" Even the former soldier of the Empire, Fu Qingluan, was so surprised that he couldn't stop talking. He turned his head and looked around. Everyone behind him had their mouths wide open like him.

At this time, a very old passenger took off his glasses, closed his eyes and roared, his eyes were stuck in tears, and he roared: "God destroyed the ugly! Sweeping all Satans and harming human insects! Glory belongs to God! Long live the emperor! Long live the empire!"

This is a very ancient and famous slogan of Haisong. Although the entire empire is famous, if you say this on weekdays, you might be laughed at by the post-60s and post-70s. It is an old antique. But at this moment, the old man yelled out, and suddenly aroused a burst of passionate echoes in the passenger group.

Just when this slogan was about to break through the carriage and once again formed a torrent like a hundred years ago, the news conveyed by the anchor on TV broke through the torrent. Everyone solidified their raised fists on their heads and pricked up their ears to listen to what he was saying:

The anchor on the TV also pressed the earphones in his ears with an incredible expression, opened his mouth wide, and widened his eyes in the direction of the camera, as if he was looking at a talking snake. He stuttered: "What? What? What? Real? Are you sure it is true? Latest... Latest news, the lampstand tower collapsed!!! The lampstand tower collapsed!!! At present, the number of casualties and missing people in the empire may reach 5,000, and the 532 passengers on the hijacked passenger plane! The number of people employed in the lampstand tower is about 4,000!!! There are also 400 Fearless Fire Brigade Warriors rushing in...."

The screen switched to the scene, and the terrifying scream came from the speakers. I could only see the female reporter's growth flashing in the picture. It was her last glance when she was so scared that she squatted on the ground and was in the picture. The cameraman's camera was trembling violently. In this jumping scene, the towering lampstand tower that Fu Qingluan rushed out a few hours ago turned into a huge ball of white smoke, and rushed towards the camera three kilometers away like a tornado.

Everyone was stunned, and many people covered their faces, as if they were not on the high train running towards Song Gui, but behind the photographer.

The news scene showed a long silence because the reporter holding a microphone squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, and the speakers were full of bursting collapses and screams of onlookers.

The picture remains unchanged for a long time. Even if the bursting smoke and dust cover the camera with a layer of ashes, then it turns into a dark black and does not change, and the carriage is also silent for a long time.

A long time later, someone in the car started crying first, and then everyone cried.

A young and beautiful girl in a short skirt wiped her eyes with tears and wiped her eyes with smoke. She screamed loudly in the middle of the carriage with a choking voice: "Let us pray together for the victims! The Lord said: I tell you again, if two of you are on earth and ask for something together, my Father in heaven will fulfill them. (Matthew 18:19)"

As if in line with the voice of the young Christian, the TV screen switched to bald anchor Li Zhaoming. He was wiping the tears in his eyes and choking at the scene: "I don't know what to say when the empire is suffering from this disaster. What we can do now is to pray together for the victims and their families! May God bless the Chinese Empire!"

Dozens of passengers in the carriage stood up from their seats, holding hands silently: men, women, elderly, middle-aged, young, children holding hands; merchants, teachers, conductors, students, former soldiers holding hands, rich, poor, noble, civilians holding hands;

They connected in a line in the passage, and Fu Qingluan also grabbed the hands of the conductor and an old lady. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, and followed the prayer of the girl in the short skirt in the middle came from his ear: "Supreme Heavenly Father, may you mercy on the suffering of the world and give us your mercy. Please relieve your anger against us sinners, please take care of our stupidity and helplessness, forgive our sins, may you bless your people from the harm of the evil one, may you bless our country to be happy, may you bless our emperors and wise, may you receive the wisdom and awe from you, and plead to you for the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, who was crucified on the cross, Amen!"

After "Amen", they did not let go of their hands, and many people were still praying silently for their own affairs.

"God, please forgive the sins of our pomegranate flower family. Please save my uncle's life in an impossible situation. I am not worthy of asking, but our pomegranate flower family has always regarded you as the only protector of our family. I love my uncle. God, please agree with me! Amen! Amen! Amen!… God, please forgive the sins of our pomegranate flower family. Please save my uncle's life in an impossible situation and show your kindness to me..."

Fu Qingluan closed his eyes tightly, and he tried his best to pray to God again and again, hoping to capture God's glorious promise and save his uncle's life.

But his prayer was interrupted. He opened his eyes, and a hoarse voice sounded in his ears. He turned his head to look at a short man in a brightly dressed standing in the middle of the aisle, holding his left chest with his hands, thrusting his chest up, looking at the roof of the car, and sang the imperial anthem "God Bless My Emperor" in a hoarse voice that was incomplete.

There was no accompaniment, no chorus, and even he was incomplete tone, but the carriage was completely quiet. Following him, an elderly man took off his hat and sang with him. Then the second was a girl dressed in a high school student, and the third was a wife holding a child...

Fu Qingluan couldn't help but stand attentively in a standard military posture, with his legs stretched together, raised his head high and raised his chest, and his right hand tightly against the beating heart of his left chest. In front of him was not the train window but the magnificent imperial flag rising slowly, and he also sang along:

"God bless my emperor,
To be continued...