Chapter 7: Quiet Night

An arsenal capable of equipping a division, a supply depot capable of supporting 5,500 people for a year's food and medicine consumption, a heavy weapons display depot capable of simultaneously accommodating twenty-four main battle tanks, two tank bridge-laying vehicles, two combat command vehicles, four armored transport vehicles, a small hospital, an energy center, and a fire control command room...... The most terrifying thing was that, according to Lieutenant Colonel Li Xiangshang, there was a super ammunition depot at the base of this underground base, capable of holding 25,000 rounds of various types of shells and tens of millions of rounds.

This base was established in the early 1960s. By the 1970s, in response to Chairman *'s call to dig deep pits and store grain,' it underwent a large-scale expansion. Centered on this base, dozens of underground tunnels radiated outward, forming an underground maze-like strategic platform that could be used for both attack and defense.

In an era when the U.S. was constantly demanding nuclear bombs and the Soviet Union had already begun massing mechanized troops along its borders, this professional military training school would, if necessary, become a strategic stronghold to resist enemy invasions!

"There are two reasons to place the ammunition depot on the ground floor of the school. First, the school's underground training base has the most comprehensive defense system, capable of withstanding repeated bombardments. Once the enemy invades our homeland, all our trainees, regardless of age or rank, must fight the enemy to the end. This will be our main base; Second, our military school holds too much top-secret intelligence. We absolutely cannot let it fall into the enemy's hands. If the base really falls, someone will directly detonate the ammunition in the arsenal! ”

Li Xiangshang didn't take everyone to tour the arsenal. He said calmly, "I can tell you frankly that although more than thirty years have passed, the creed of our Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School hasn't changed. Even though there are no more shells in that underground armory, there are still enough drugs to completely destroy the base, and there is a group of absolutely loyal professional soldiers who, upon receiving orders, will detonate the drugs without hesitation!" ”

When Li Xiangshang finally led everyone out of the underground training base, looking at the sky now covered in deep ink, Zhan Xiagoge suddenly realized they had been inside for a full four hours. Standing on the school playground, facing the gentle evening breeze, Zhan Xiaga let out a deep breath. The evening breeze passed through his sweat-soaked clothes, bringing a chill that should never belong to summer.

It took many years for Zhanxiage to understand that the reason he sweated so much in the well-ventilated underground base wasn't because it was too stuffy. In the underground base, whether it was its sturdy walls that could withstand repeated bomb strikes, the now somewhat blurry yet witnessing the most brilliant chapter of history, the stirring proclamations with their horns, or the massive ammunition depot ready to drag an invading enemy down with them at any moment, all of this silently radiated to onlookers a kind of armor that could only belong to the elite iron-blooded army...... Fierce!

Clearly, Zhanxiage wasn't the only one who felt this way. After everyone received their basic gear from the quartermaster, everyone remained silent at the cafeteria's welcome banquet.

When the lights-out signal sounded at 9:30 p.m., all eight people in the dorm climbed onto bunk beds. Although no one spoke, just hearing the sound of the children rolling and rolling on the beds showed that not a single person could fall asleep in such an unfamiliar environment.

Even Zhan Xiagege was lost about his future, let alone those boys only six or seven years old, who should be hiding in their mother's arms and acting spoiled.

He didn't know how long he lay in the silent night, staring like an idiot. Under Zhanxiage's bed, a faint sound of a motor came from under her bed. The child sleeping on the lower bunk couldn't help but take out his Walkman from his backpack. The soft singing drifted from his headphones, faintly echoing throughout the dorm.

This kind of portable player will probably be handed over to the life counselor by tomorrow, right?

Thinking of Li Xiangshang's final words, Zhanxiage couldn't help but secretly give a wry smile.

"You all rest well. Tomorrow, recharge and attend the oath-taking meeting personally chaired by the principal. You might even skip tomorrow's morning exercise!"

If you carefully consider the phrase "you might not even need to attend tomorrow's morning exercise," you can roughly estimate their future lives.

"One thousand two hundred thirty-seven, one thousand two hundred thirty-eight, one thousand two hundred thirty-nine......"

The kid sleeping across from the war hero song is probably using the sheep-counting method to hypnotize himself, right?

"Clack-ka-ka......"

In the darkness, the sound of teeth clashing came again. It seemed someone had finally fallen asleep. Otherwise, why would they be grinding their teeth while quietly calling for their mother?

"Clack......"

The child separated from Zhan Xiage, just two layers away from the bed fence, suddenly made a sound like a mouse gnawing at wood. Zhan Xiage, half-straightened up, and whispered, "Hey, what are you doing?" ”

The little boy replied softly, "I'm ...... Gnawing on Mahua. ”

Zhanxiage immediately perked up: "Give me half a piece!" ”

Zhan Xiagege never dreamed that at eighteen, he would still be huddled head-to-head with a strange little boy in the corner, carefully nibbling on half a fried dough stick.

First, he soaked the twisted dough with his tongue until it softened, then slowly scraped the dough on top, using an almost perverse method to slowly ravage the half innocent twist. He didn't know how long he had been chewing, but he heard the child under the bed replace the battery on the Walkman. During the low recitations of 3,657 and 3,658, Zhanxiage finally fell asleep holding the half-shaped twist he hadn't finished chewing.

At 5:30 in the morning, Zhanxiage faintly heard the wake-up call. At six o'clock, several sharp whistle sounds rang out on the campus playground, followed by the dull sound of thousands of people rising and stomping together. Every twenty seconds, under the guidance of the instructor, they would stretch their necks and shout several shouts filled with masculine hormones.

God knows that Zhanxia Ge, who had only slept a few hours, pulled the blanket over his head and fell into a deep sleep again.

This was probably the first and last time they entered the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School without needing morning exercises, right?!

But even their lazy sleep didn't last long. Soon, someone knocked the dorm door, shouting loudly, "Get up and go have breakfast!" ”

A group of children walked out of the dormitory building, rubbing their clearly sleep-deprived eyes, and drifted into the cafeteria. Almost half of them have their eyes closed, dozing off while popping fried dough sticks or steamed buns into their mouths. Just by watching their chewing movements, you'll understand how zombies eat.

"Hurry up and finish your meal. After you get ready, go back and organize your quarters. At 8:30, go to the school auditorium to attend the oath-taking rally personally hosted by the principal!" Someone shouted, "Before you go, don't forget to wash your face with cold water!" ”