The Chinese swarmed forward, and the military attachés rushed to the front, protecting Meng Jiayin as they retreated into the air-raid shelter. In the apocalypse, everyone was cautious, and even if they helped them, they absolutely did not dare to trust outsiders.
"President, they are Chinese and claim to be from China."
"Nonsense. China is so far away from Paris. How did they get here? Did they take a plane?"
Not to mention that everyone didn't believe it, even Meng Jiayin didn't believe it.
But she had ridden on a flying motorcycle before, and she only thought it was due to the flying motorcycle.
"I'm not sure about the details. We'll talk about it later. Save people first."
"Yes, save people first."
A group of people worked together to lift the heavy iron door and pull out the people underneath one by one.
Very miserable.
Some people were bleeding from all their orifices, some had big holes in their heads, and some were bloody and horrific.
"Ooooo, Lao Jiang, Lao Jiang, wake up."
After all, they have lived and died together for 3 years, almost 1,000 days together. They have a deep relationship. Not to mention one or two deaths, even seeing their companions vomiting blood is heartbreaking.
"Medicine, is there any more medicine? Save Lao Jiang, he is about to die."
Some people were shouting, others were silent, and everyone felt powerless.
For three years at the end of the world, they had been hiding within the Maginot Line of Defense, going out regularly to look for supplies. Medicines were an absolute scarce resource.
"I can save him!"
At this moment, Xu Wanqiu appeared at the entrance of the cave, and her helmet disappeared instantly, revealing an authentic Chinese face, but this face was too young.
In full public view, Xu Wanqiu walked into the air-raid shelter and looked at all the skinny compatriots. It was rare for Xu Wanqiu not to have a nervous attack.
"Give him this bottle of water to drink, and he can barely survive."
Distribute the healing water to everyone. Xu Wanqiu will distribute a bottle to anyone who is injured.
Obviously, he didn't carry much with him. He didn't have enough medicine and many wounded people, so there wasn't enough for him.
"Mo Qiang, do you still have any healing water on you?"
"I do not have either."
Mo Qiang looked embarrassed.
Xue Muyang stood up tremblingly, slowly stretched out his hand, and said politely:
"This is enough. Thank you for lending a helping hand. Excuse me, are you..."
"Xu Wanqiu, a native of Northeast China, is 16 years old this year."
Xu Wanqiu stretched out her hand and held it solemnly with Xue Muyang.
"So young."
"They are both so powerful, they are not vampires, right?"
There was a lot of chatter around, and most people were skeptical.
Xu Wanqiu did not explain, but looked around the audience and said:
"It's really too tragic, Mo Qiang, please return home quickly and ask your brother-in-law and others to send people over to take all our compatriots back to the country."
"hehe."
After finishing his words, someone sneered:
"Go back to China now and come back in a few months?"
"Say less."
Xue Muyang, the Chinese president, reprimanded:
"Regardless of whether it's true or not, after all, they helped us when we were in the most difficult time. This is a great kindness. What are you doing? Do you want the face of the Chinese to retaliate with resentment?"
"President, we were wrong."
Xu Wanqiu was even more awe-struck when they said this.
He saluted the audience and said:
"I, Xu Wanqiu, swear to you that Chinese reinforcements will arrive within four hours at the latest. If they don't come, I will commit suicide to apologize!"
After saying that, he looked solemnly at Mo Qiang.
"What are you still doing? Why don't you go back quickly?"
"hold head high."
This was the first time Mo Qiang saw Xu Wanqiu being so solemn. He didn't make any excuses, just exited the air-raid shelter, got on his motorcycle, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
People in the air-raid shelter didn't know how Mo Qiang left. At this moment, Military Attaché Wan Qinglong was questioning Xu Wanqiu.
"Let's not talk about whether the reinforcements from China can arrive in four hours. Since you said you are from China, let me ask you personally. Just tell me whether you recognize him or not."
"Don't make trouble."
The Chinese president quickly stopped him, but Wan Qinglong still asked:
"Do you recognize Chen Tiansheng? Which city is he from?"
"Do you know my brother-in-law?" Xu Wanqiu blurted out.
"Brother-in-law, stop putting gold on your face. A few days ago, the domestic hero video was played in the night sky. No one could see the number one name in the sky."
"If you are really from China, just tell me which city Chen Tiansheng lived in at the beginning of the apocalypse. If you can tell me, I will believe that you are from China."
"cut."
Xu Wanqiu smiled.
"My brother-in-law is from Jiangcheng. When the zombies broke out, they were in our Xingfu Community. My sister is Chen Tiansheng's girlfriend. Her name is Xu Wanqing, and my name is Xu Wanqiu."
Everyone scratched their heads and whispered to each other.
"No impression."
"I remember there was a little girl. She was too young at that time. She had grown into a girl, and I still don't recognize her now."
Meng Jiayin was the most confused and didn't understand what everyone was talking about.
She had been locked in the basement for the past few days, and the clouds in the night sky broadcast the heroic deeds of China. She had never seen it, and she had no idea what everyone was talking about now.
"Good news, you don't know. A few days ago, at night, the deeds of three people were strangely played in the sky. Did you see the golden letters in the sky? Chen Tiansheng, the number one person on the sky list, impressed us endlessly."
Xu Wanqiu smiled and said:
"If you still don't believe me, I am also on the Heavenly Ranking, ranked 1080th. If you don't believe me, just go out and take a look and you will know."
Everyone looked at each other and quickly ran out of the air-raid shelter. They all looked up at the sky. The coefficient rankings reached 1080. It was indeed Xu Wanqiu's name.
"It really is."
Military attaché Wan Qinglong blushed and said:
"You are really from China. That's great. Can you take us back? Please!"
Wan Qinglong was about to kneel down in excitement, and everyone else followed suit, all kneeling down.
"Please, take us back to China. We are born as Chinese people and die as Chinese ghosts. Even if we die, we must be buried on Chinese soil."
"Get up, I will definitely take you back, don't do this."
Just then, someone shouted.
"Lao Jiang is dying."
The excited people all rushed back to the air-raid shelter, followed closely by Xu Wanqiu.
Lao Jiang was a staff member of the embassy. He had a big hole in his head and was vomiting blood. His miserable appearance was heartbreaking.
Lao Jiang stretched out his hand and said weakly to Xu Wanqiu:
"I believe you...are from China, the motherland, everything, okay?"
Xu Wanqiu squeezed through the crowd and squatted next to Lao Jiang.
"Everything is fine in the country, don't worry."
"I beg you, if I can't survive it, take my body back to the country after my death. This is my only wish, please."
Xu Wanqiu burst into tears instantly.
She quickly opened the system space, but there was no healing water. She shouted anxiously:
"Can you give other people's water to him first?"
In China, no one would be selfless and dedicate his life-saving water to others, but it is different here.
After Xu Wanqiu finished speaking, more than a dozen people handed over their own bottles of water.
"Drink from me, Lao Jiang, you have to hold on. The motherland will send people and they will definitely bring us all back."
