The piercing alarm from the electronic siren jolted Wang Ye awake.
Before his eyes even opened, his body reflexively sprung up from the flat bed, with Li Suyuan from the bunk above already flipping out of bed.
Turning back, he slapped Wang Ye's forehead and said, "Yezi, snap to it! Red light! This is not a drill!"
Wang Ye shook his head, grabbed a military green short-sleeved shirt, and quickly followed the crowd rushing out of the barracks.
It was 2 a.m., and under the moonlight, hordes of ground assault soldiers were doing the same, pouring out of their barracks to assemble. In the distance, the mountains were indistinct in the pitch-black night, while a dozen military troop carriers roared out from the armory's large iron gates, driving toward the parade ground.
What's going on?
Wang Ye was full of question marks, glancing at his comrades around him. Most of them also had looks of confusion, yet they still lined up quickly and quietly, with no one asking questions.
