[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

The cigarette that Liu Xi often smokes is called Shiratori.

He himself was born in the rich second generation, and he spends a lot of money on weekdays.

But the white bird is only thirty or forty Chinese yuan a pack, which is considered a pastime for the working class in his hometown.

The people in the office had teased him for being too close to the people at first, but later on they got used to the smell, which was neither harsh nor strong, and could even be said to have a dull smell, so they would ask him for two.

Liu Zisheng's skin is fair, tall and slender, and he can be regarded as a pianist in an opera house after changing clothes.

He likes this cigarette, and I'm afraid it's the same as his temperament.

Externally, he is naturally smooth and intelligent, knowing when to say what to say.

But when he sat down alone, he sank down, and even the shadow under the long eyelashes had the meaning of keeping strangers away.

Right now everyone is busy going their own way, and it stands to reason that Liu Xi should be the busiest one, after all, he is the leader of the officials in this town.

But he just pulled up a chair and sat next to Bureau Wu, smoking three or five sticks without saying a word.

Director Wu was obviously not in a hurry, he just crossed his legs and looked out the window, thinking about his wife, and said after a long while: "Your cigarettes will be gone after you finish smoking, there are no white birds sold in this town."

"Ah."

Liu Xi took a deep breath for a few seconds, letting the lingering smoke spread in the trachea and lung lobes.

"What are you thinking?" Wu Gong was hooked by the smell of the room, so he smacked his lips and asked again: "Is it not in a hurry now?"

"I'm thinking about jumping down." Liu Chan snapped the lighter, glanced at the engraved father's signature on the metal casing, and only lowered his head with a smile: "It's useless to be anxious."

"Don't laugh at me, a married man," Wu Gong waved his hand and said, "Be serious, it's the end of the world."

The mayor usually has a stern face and can't tell anything. When he really relaxes, his eyebrows and eyes look good everywhere, and he can be a role in the stage.

"Stop talking nonsense, come and tell me about the power grid." He brushed away the broken hair, flicked the cigarette ash and said, "How do you say it?"

"Outside is a 110-220 kV transmission grid," Wu Gong looked at the forest in the distance like oil painting blocks, and slowly said, "But it is probably gone, so the CNC center here is automatically powered off to prevent explosions. .”

"Because there are chemical raw materials and various flammable and explosive materials in the factory area, they are equipped with emergency power supply that can last for 24 hours." Wu Gong patted him on the shoulder, sighed and said: "I have already called my subordinates I went to notify one by one, and tried to temporarily close all industrial areas before noon."

"There are tens of thousands of people in Jiangyin Town." Liu Xi rubbed his eyes: "I have to come forward to do something that offends people."

"Huh?" Wu Gong stood up, with an inappropriate tone of joking: "We have to build an army."

Even in ancient times, it was impossible to take out the invaders with the only pistol flashbangs in this town. Now that the total number of police and fire departments is less than 1000, he is not at ease at all.

"My car is parked downstairs." Director Wu patted him on the shoulder, and his voice became softer: "Let's go."

"Wait until I finish smoking this white bird."

It's the last few minutes of rest.

The Public Security Bureau dispatched more than 60 police officers and co-police officers to control Guancheng, and the others were ordered to die by the boss, and asked to turn off all power supplies after backing up, enter a state of preparation for war, and stay in the police station and not go anywhere.

When Liu Xi arrived at the office, the restless captains got up their spirits, and came over to say hello with nodding and bowing as usual.

"Quiet." He held the notebook in his hand, followed by the 1.5-meter-long girl, and just flipped through it casually: "The four detachments have been divided into two, and there are two more on standby, right?"

"Yes, Liu Zhen."

"Bring all the law enforcement instruments."

"There is still electricity."

"The two detachments set off directly to collect all the daily necessities. The whole process was recorded in the book." Liu Xun took a deep breath for a moment, and then said again: "Including drinking water, food, and medicine, the storehouses of the merchants are all counted and emptied."

Wu Gong was talking to the walkie-talkie beside him, and added: "There is a large warehouse next to the square, all the things are locked there, and ten men with guns are guarding the side."

The two captains looked at each other, hesitantly said: "But Director Qian..."

Liu Xi just stared at him and didn't say a word.

"Yes! Go now!"

"You don't have to go," he pressed the shoulder of one of the captains: "Captain Liu, right?"

The policeman was a little flattered and nodded three or four times.

"You call out all the remaining people in the police station, and equip them with batons, explosion-proof shields and so on. Re-establish a new team."

"What do you mean?" Liu Xiaoan was stunned for a moment: "The rest are civilian jobs."

"Civilian jobs are civilian jobs." Liu Zi rubbed his forehead and said, "The recruitment of troops will be completed within today."

Overnight, the development goal of the entire Jiangyin town changed from striving for GDP to protecting everyone's survival, which was completely testing his nerves.

He didn't know how powerful the so-called Jin country was, nor how close this Yangzhou was to the so-called dividing line between the two countries.

Song State, Jin State, and Yangzhou did not exist in the history he knew at all. Jiangyin and the ancient town changed places, and the people of Song State may not give a good face.

The most urgent task is to reorganize the order and division of labor.

——Even money doesn’t make any sense.

There is no garrison in this town, and there is no banknote printing factory. The gold bars in the bank must have been confiscated by the money bureau long ago.

Although Wu Gong was in his early thirties, he was still considered a senior to that young man in Liu Zhen. At this moment, he was only wearing a coat, and began to lecture the newly assembled team.

There were five or sixty people sparsely, and even the little girl who was only responsible for answering the police calls was divided into batons.

"Listen, don't go anywhere with the 60 people. Later, we will directly conscript units one by one, register names and take photos of young men between the ages of 45 and [-]." He swallowed, knowing that this matter could not be done well. To bear countless infamy, he just stood in front of Liu Zi and said, "I remember that there is an old middle school in the west of Zhenxi that has not been demolished, so I will use it as a new barracks."

Liu Xi's expression changed, and he asked, "How many people do you think you can enlist?"

"About 6." Wu Gong thought for a while and said, "There are almost [-] people in the town. The women, old people and children will be removed, and the rest will be brought there. Do you think so many people can keep Jiangyin?"

"No, in fact, there are only 1 people who can really be counted as defenders." Liu Xi looked at him and said, "At least four or five thousand people will be allocated to farming and breeding farms."

"Fuck, I forgot about that." Wu Gong showed a playful smile again: "Maybe if the defenders didn't come, we would all starve to death this winter."

When Liu Xi said that, he wanted to have another white bird.

When he was young, his favorite thing to play was building blocks.

Later, when I was three or four years old, I knew how to use electronic screens, and I started to build various things in the virtual world.

Whether it is a chariot or a castle, the first step is not how to start building, but how much material you have.

The entire Jiangyin Township had to be demolished within three days, all bicycles and buses had to be requisitioned, and all supplies had to be requisitioned before the riots.

"Hey, Mayor Liu couldn't sit still, so he came here?"

There was a low and magnetic voice coming from outside the door, Liu Xi turned his head and saw Qian Fan striding in.

This man was nearly forty years old, and it was said that he was a ruthless character in the special forces who had been to the desert and snow-capped mountains.

——Just looking at the long scars on his arms and neck, it seems that many stories are written.

There is actually a faint scar on the side of Liu Xi's eyebrow, which is completely insignificant in front of him.

"Money Bureau." He took a step forward and asked, "How is your side?"

"Everything that needs to be sealed is sealed—don't worry if someone runs away, the overall situation is the most important thing." Qian Fan's voice was thick and deep, even when explaining the performance of his duties, there was a sense of shock. He glanced outside the window at the man who was ready to go The new team, added with an ooh: "I've sent a detachment to tow trucks and tow bikes."

"Okay." Liu Xi flipped through the pages of the notebook in his hand, and asked again: "The people from the fire station will be back around noon?"

"Well, I just told Lizi to go to a meeting with the principals. The children go to and from get out of class as usual, but the food in the cafeteria will always be worse." Qian Fan rubbed his chin and grinned: "I can make people Collect all the meat in the freezer and throw away one piece."

"That's it." Liu Xi lifted his feet and walked out, and said in a calm tone: "Leave the conscription to Bureau Wu, you and I will go back to the office, and we will meet the ministers of the Ministry of Agriculture and Economics and the Ministry of Agriculture and Technology."

"Huh?" Qian Fan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the person leading the team was Director Wu of the Power Supply Bureau: "Why did he intervene in this?"

"The power grid is completely paralyzed, and it has been shut down one after another." Liu Xi followed him to the parking lot, and said casually: "He wants to do it for you, and I can't ask for it."

That man only got married with his first love when he was 30 years old. He has been married for less than a year now, so how could he accept the reality.

He went to take on the most troublesome thing by himself, and took the team to run around the whole town, probably because he wanted to divert his attention, so as not to really collapse.

When people encounter some setbacks in their daily life, they will always yell a few words and die.

But when we encounter a catastrophe, we all choose to grit our teeth and move forward.

After all, we are human.

The car drove so fast that the little secretary sat in the back and didn't dare to make a sound.

News came from Hu Fei that everyone in the hall was full, and the public opinion problem hadn't erupted for the time being—after all, the phone and the Internet were paralyzed.

"I said, have you thought about what to do with the food for these tens of thousands of people." Qian Fan turned the steering wheel and asked exactly the same question as Wu Gong: "It's God's fault that the stocks in the town can last for half a month. bless."

Don't end up in a tragedy of cannibalism, it's hard to think about it.

"It's impossible to grow vegetables temporarily." Liu Xi closed his notebook and said slowly: "The chicken farm can provide a stable supply, and a batch will be slaughtered in [-] to [-] days. It's no problem to expand a few more after that-Wu Gong will approve it. The power supply over there is for hatching eggs after all.”

"and then?"

"We need to find a way to get food and vegetables." He sighed, "Either go out to buy them, or go out to grab them."

"Don't think about it." Qian Fan backed into the garage with his head tilted, his tone flat.

"Liu Xi, if you want the people in this town to live,"

"The cities and villages near here must be shot down."

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