Chapter 339 Rifles and Bullets (22)

   "Everyone listen, line up for me!"

   "Be disciplined!"

   "No looting!"

"Beep--"

   There is chaos in the desert.

   Tens of thousands of hungry people huddled together at this time, all trying their best to get close to the food distribution window.

The    garrison was holding a baton and combing the team over and over again. They knew how easy this situation was to get out of control. There was not much reason to gather a group of people, especially a group of hungry people.

   In order to prevent the situation from getting out of control, they even used high-pressure water cannons.

   But these hungry people don't know how long they haven't been hydrated seriously. They would rather lie on the ground and let the water hit, and take this opportunity to drink two more sips of water.

   The whole food delivery process was full of violence. Many hungry people were hit with batons and then hit the ground with high-pressure water cannons, unable to lift their heads. However, the overall order did not get out of control, there was no stampede accident, and there was no successful looting.

After    lasted for three full hours, all the hungry people at the scene had a full meal after a long absence.

   But Wang Lei also received bad news.

   "In the depths of the desert, there are about 20,000 people who can no longer move, and their condition is very poor." The team members who were sent out to search brought back the news.

"Hey," Wang Lei ordered a few teams, "you bring liquid food and bottled water to feed those people, and then give them some medicine, it's up to them whether they can survive, and now we also Can't help much."

   There are 20,000 people. If it is normal, the Mutual Rescue Association can still launch rescue operations, but now it is really impossible.

Because most of the medical forces that can be mobilized within the Mutual Rescue Association are already on Yuan Heguang's side. There are 1.2 billion people there, hundreds of thousands of cities and settlements. Even the simplest free clinic requires a terrifying number. doctor.

   And these medical teams are scattered all over the country and cannot be concentrated at all for a while.

   And another point is that the hungry people here have been hungry for too long, and those who cannot move have basically entered the last time of their lives.

This is not 20,000 patients, this is 20,000 critically dying people. Under normal circumstances, everyone would have to be sent to the hospital for examination, and a set of treatment plans should be customized for first aid, and then only after a long period of conditioning. may recover.

   is like the slaves of Finch time and space.

   But the number of slaves in Finch's time and space is far less than these hungry people.

   No matter what society or hospital, it is impossible to rescue 20,000 dying patients who need first aid at the same time.

   This number has far exceeded the upper limit that medical resources can carry.

   And this is just a banishment point, and the situation in other places is not much better.

  Conservatively estimate that there are at least hundreds or even nearly 10 million dying people from starvation, and 20,000 cannot be saved, let alone nearly 10 million?

   Of course, just because the situation is difficult does not mean that the Mutual Rescue Society will do nothing.

   Zhang Tianyuan asked the medical team to summarize the common diseases of this era early on. Those who lacked this element and lacked that C, and some respiratory diseases such as asthma and rhinitis.

  Doctors are equipped with a large number of convenient medicine kits for these conditions, just for this time.

  The soldiers will feed the medicines in the medicine bags to the starving people who cannot move. If they can just treat the symptoms, relieve their condition and let them survive temporarily, they will naturally get better medical treatment in the future.

   As for those hungry people who are now suffering from acute illness and dying of serious illness, they can only choose to give up.

   Unless you can conjure an operating room and a dedicated doctor for each of them in the desert, these people will never be saved...

  Wang Lei and the other team members knew about this situation and could only do their best and obey the destiny.

  Wait until the team members leave.

  Wang Lei climbed onto the roof and overlooked everyone, holding a loudspeaker in his hand.

   "This is the last and only meal we will serve you!"

As soon as the    voice fell, the hungry people below started rioting again, but the guards carried batons and quickly brought the scene under control again.

  Wang Lei continued:

   "We are about to leave, but we will give you a chance to eat, but you can only hold that chance with your own hands and even blood."

   "Now, whoever will answer me!"

  The sound of the enlarged horn could not travel too far in the desert, and was soon annihilated in the wind and sand.

   But the hungry people stood up one by one, even if they were shaking their bodies, they had to stand firm in the sandstorm.

   Countless pairs of hungry wolf-like eyes stared at Wang Lei.

  Wang Lei not only did not feel scared, but showed an admiring smile.

   He turned his head and signaled the players to start distributing tentative agreements. It was specially prepared for the hungry, so that these hungry people could pass through the time-space tunnel compliantly without joining the Mutual Rescue Association.

at the same time.

   is hundreds of kilometers away.

  A freight convoy is waiting for the grain to be loaded in the granary.

   Their destination is the large brewery that was mentioned at the Space-Time Conference.

  The drivers got out of the car and gathered in the waiting room, watching the packages of grain being loaded into their cargo boxes outside. Several people had longing in their eyes.

   Only a few drivers with vicissitudes of life looked down at the ground without saying a word, and there was no expression on their faces, like a puppet.

   The supervisor of the granary was watching the scene to prevent theft.

   Seeing the fiery and greed in the eyes of these drivers, the fat supervisor gave a sneer: "There are some newcomers among you who may not know much about the fate of stealing food. I hope someone can teach them..."

   The drivers with vicissitudes on their faces finally raised their heads and were about to make a promise when they suddenly heard a loud noise from outside.

  Boom!

   It was like some kind of crashing sound.

   The fat supervisor immediately thought where the car crashed, and went out to ask what was the situation.

   I saw that the high wall at the edge of the granary was completely collapsed, and several huge black heavy trucks ran over the masonry and drove straight in.

   Then a touch of black appeared in his eyes...

   Desert.

   All have their fingerprints pressed on the tentative agreement.

   The black time-space tunnel soon appeared in front of everyone.

   "Food, just opposite!"

   "You don't need to ask anything, grab your weapons, and if you want to eat your next meal, then rush to me!"

   As soon as he finished speaking, several heavy trucks in the convoy lifted their carriages and threw a lot of rifles on the ground like sand.

   There are other heavy trucks, which also lifted the carriage and poured a lot of bullets on the ground.

   Rifles on one side and bullets on the other, and the two formed two hills in front of the hungry.

  The hungry people were panting, their minds were chaotic, but they came up with instinct!

   (end of this chapter)