Moving Through the Battlefield
"This city is really run-down—utterly broken and rotten. And it's still a capital? Even a tiny fifth-tier town in Huaxia is better than this."
Ximen Dong wasn't the only one who had brought a DSLR. Sun Nanzheng had brought a compact camera as well, snapping pictures through the car window while grumbling.
The compact camera was cheap and not expensive at all, costing only a little over two thousand yuan. It even had a Zeiss-certified lens.
Aside from lacking a telephoto lens, its image quality at close range was no worse than that of a DSLR. It was far better than a phone, at any rate.
"This is the result of fighting every day. It hasn't been peaceful since 1960. The government forces can only control part of the country, while the rest is ruled independently. To put it in one sentence, 'The King's banner changes atop the city walls.'"
Reporter Ximen leisurely raised his DSLR and composed a shot.
He had done quite a bit of preparation before coming.
There were plenty of street stalls and peddlers, selling daily necessities, food, fruit, and clothing. The passing vehicles were all covered in dust, and new cars were rarely seen. Garbage was everywhere, breeding mosquitoes and flies, while bare-chested children ran around laughing and chasing one another.
It was hard to imagine that this was the capital of a country in modern civilization.
"If you look carefully, you can still find quite a few bullet holes. Some of the damaged houses still look exactly as they did after the fighting."
Li Bai, who was driving, naturally noticed the roadside and spotted several unusual things.
Because of the war, the owners had either lacked the money to repair their houses or had disappeared altogether, leaving them to decay.