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Chapter 2604 Warning (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

D12th.

The war continues, and bombings take place daily, from Phnom Penh to Saigon, and from Saigon to Thang Long.

The smoke of war filled every place, and thousands of tons of bombs fell on various regions, destroying bridges, highways, railways and other transportation hubs.

Such bombardment intensity was utterly insignificant to the Rising Dragon, who was once known as "Defender No. 2".

After all, in those few short days, the Americans dropped tens of thousands of tons of bombs, almost destroying all of their industrial capacity.

And now?

This precise, targeted attack inflicted damage on the area no less severe than the bombing raids carried out by the United States in the past.

However, the resulting pressure is fundamentally different.

"In order to force the Thang Long authorities to make a decision as soon as possible, we will further increase the intensity of our bombing."

On that day, the spokesperson for the ASEAN Allied Command made this statement to the outside world, while also issuing an appeal.

"People of Thang Long are urged to leave the city for their own safety."

Of course, his appeal was not reported by the official Thang Long organization.

Even before the morning mist had completely dissipated, the streets of Thang Long City were already bustling with life.

Vendors pushing carts set up fresh rice noodles on street corners, the rising steam mingling with the moisture in the air; housewives carrying bamboo baskets haggled over prices at market stalls, their voices mingling with the ringing of bicycle bells, creating a typical morning scene in this city.

Ruan Wenxiong leaned against the door frame of his house, smoking his pipe, looking at everything familiar in front of him. He was over 50 years old and had experienced too much.

"We defeated the North, we defeated the French, and we defeated the Americans. Now—defeating them is only a matter of time."

In response to this new war, Nguyen Van Hung said this to his family and neighbors.

"Victory will surely belong to us."

Although the entire city has lost power and many factories have been bombed and forced to shut down.

However, in Nguyen Van Hung's view, this was merely one phase of the war.

Victory will surely belong to them.

"Their idea that we should withdraw our troops from the south is simply wishful thinking."

Nguyen Van Hung had this attitude because his two sons had died in the South.

He would never give up, after all, it was a unity that his sons had won with their blood.

"If you're so capable, come down from the sky and fight us!"

Once again, Nguyen Van Hung looked up at the sky and complained. He complained about those foreign cowards who didn't dare to come down to earth.

Once they reach the ground, Nguyen Van Hung will definitely take up arms and fight them.

Just then, a faint humming sound came from the sky, breaking the tranquility of the morning.

Then, the anti-aircraft guns roared to life, and at the same time, air raid sirens blared.

As Nguyen Van Hung was heading towards the air-raid shelter with the others, someone stopped, pointed to the sky, and asked:

"what is that?"

White paper scraps fell from the sky like snowflakes, scattering across every corner of the street.

Ruan Wenxiong reached out and caught a leaflet. It contained a form and a rudimentary map showing the city's evacuation routes. He read it word by word, his relaxed face gradually tightening, and his expression turning somewhat angry.

"Dear citizens of Thang Long: Please read this carefully, it may save your life and the lives of your family... Our target is your military factories and military bases."

Although our bombs were accurate, most of them were conventional bombs, which inevitably caused friendly fire during bombings.

In accordance with humanitarian policy, we warn you to leave these cities. We will be bombing targets in the city in the coming days… Our target is not the people of Thang Long, but the Thang Long bureaucrats who are pursuing expansionist policies…”

Those few lines of text struck him like a hammer blow.

The surrounding crowd gradually quieted down, with only the occasional murmur of conversation remaining.

"What do they want to do?"

"Indiscriminate bombing, they definitely want to carry out indiscriminate bombing."

Indiscriminate bombing? How dare they!

A furious roar suddenly rang out, followed by someone else saying:

"This is our city, why should we leave? Why are you bombing our home!"

His roar was like a spark, instantly igniting the emotions of the crowd.

"This is outrageous! This is robbery!"

"Do they think they can scare us like this?" Angry curses rose and fell. Some people crumpled the flyers into balls, threw them on the ground, and stomped on them hard, their eyes filled with resentment and anger.

Just then, someone in the crowd said:

"If we don't leave, and the bombs really do fall, and we're not even in the air-raid shelter yet, what will we do?"

Although it was just one person asking the question, his question was like a question posed to the soul, causing everyone to fall into deep thought.

The initially angry crowd gradually quieted down, and after the initial surprise and anger, an indescribable fear began to spread.

They were not unaware of the cruelty of war, just as the Americans had bombed this city years before. Despite their victory, how many people had lost their lives, how many had lost their families, in those short few days?
How many people paid the price for victory?

They understood this better than anyone else: war kills people and comes at a price.

The American bombings of that year had already destroyed many families, and now a new round of bombings is about to begin.

Although the leaflets did not explicitly state "indiscriminate bombing," the warnings they included clearly alerted everyone that the city would be bombed.

This means the entire city will become a hell, with no safe corners.

"Brother Ruan, what do you think?"

“I…I will stand here and watch those damn foreigners throw bombs at us. I will never back down.”

In reality, this is just something for others to hear.

For Nguyen Van Hung, who is already in his fifties, he knows what choice he should make.

After chatting with others for a while, Nguyen Van Hung had just returned home when he spoke to his wife:
"Pack your things! Quickly!"

He shouted towards the inner room, his voice sounding somewhat urgent.

The wife ran out at the sound, and seeing her husband's anxious expression, before he could speak, she heard him say:
"Hurry up and pack your things, leave while you still can."

"What's wrong? Are those foreigners really going to bomb us?"

"Stop asking! Quickly pack some changes of clothes for the children, take the cash and food from home, and we're going to our relatives' house in the countryside!"

As he spoke, Nguyen Van Hung began stuffing things haphazardly into his backpack.

The streets were in complete chaos; the once orderly streets had crumbled into utter disarray. People were rushing home like madmen, and although the announcers on the radio were telling everyone not to panic, nobody paid any attention.

After returning home and tidying up briefly, people rode their bicycles and headed out of the city with their families.

The road out of town was packed with people. A seven or eight-year-old child, frightened by the chaos, cried, clutching tightly to his mother's clothes.
"Mom, where are we going?"

The mother knelt down, wiped away her child's tears, and then gently comforted her:

"Let's go to a safe place and come back in a while."

Although he didn't know when he would be able to return, reason told him that he had to leave now.

When Nguyen Van Hung led his wife and children out of their home, the streets were already crowded with evacuees. Everyone was in a hurry, their faces etched with exhaustion and helplessness.

Everyone left in a hurry, without even having time to take any large luggage. At most, they carried iron pots and bags on their bicycles.

Why did you leave in such a hurry?
It was because they all knew very well that the bombing could start at any time, and not only that, if they left too late, they might not be able to leave at all.

Along the way, some people walked and cursed the Allied forces' atrocities, but their angry words contained more of a powerless accusation.

His wife held their child tightly, leaning against Nguyen Van Hung, her steps a little unsteady.

"Are we just leaving like this?...Our home..."

She murmured softly, her voice filled with reluctance.

Ruan Wenxiong grasped his wife's hand and squeezed it tightly, wanting to say something comforting, but found his throat choked and he couldn't utter a single word.

He glanced back at his home, and at that moment, only one thought remained in his mind: to leave as soon as possible.

Only by leaving here can we be truly safe.

The evacuation procession stretched longer and longer, like a heavy river slowly flowing out of the city.

The loudspeakers around them continued to blare, reminding people not to be intimidated by the threats of the imperialist invaders.

As people fled the city, preparations began in preparation for the impending bombing, with large numbers of soldiers appearing on the city streets.

Anti-aircraft guns were erected in every corner of the city, where people waited for the bombing that could come at any moment.

By that afternoon, with the issuance of orders, a state of war was declared, and many people who had not had time to leave were also prohibited from leaving.

Upon hearing the news, Nguyen Van Hung paused for a moment, but instead of stopping, he took a deep breath, took his wife and children's hands, and continued walking towards the countryside and the mountains.

Behind him, the angry curses had disappeared, leaving only endless silence. At this moment, many people were thankful that they had reacted quickly and left early.

At the same time, as they looked back towards the city, they couldn't help but feel a little emotional, after all, that was their home.

(End of this chapter)