"It's really strange that you came here and asked us. If this had happened in the past, you would have died a long time ago."
The man raised his eyes and glanced at Ma Tao, who was wearing protective clothing, and then scratched the pustules on his body. A stream of pus flowed out from the scratched area, which looked very disgusting.
"You should be the ones who die"
Ma Tao frowned, then looked back at Xiao Jinzi, pointed at him, raised his voice and said loudly, "Do you know who this person next to me is! I tell you, he is your Seoul Standing Committee Jinbang My son Jinbao!"
After Ma Tao said this, Xiao Jinzi took a step forward in cooperation, but no one applauded, let alone cheered. Except for those people brought by Qian Santai who made some noise when moving the body, there was no sound. .
"Commissioner Kim is not a general and can't control us. Besides, he is just the son of Commissioner Kim. He doesn't even have an official position, so what can he do?"
The person who had spoken before looked at Xiao Jinzi, who was also wearing a protective suit, and didn't think there was anything special about him.
Gao Han knew that these soldiers would not listen to Ma Tao's words at all. They didn't know Ma Tao. Who cares what he does if he doesn't know Ma Tao. He has no identity and no reputation. What someone who knows him might say. Some people believe it, but it has little effect.
"It's time for you to say a few words..."
Gao Han came closer to Xiao Jinzi and said.
At this time, almost all the focus was on Xiao Jinzi's face. Although he was wearing protective clothing and had a protective shield on his face, people with good eyesight could still see Xiao Jinzi's face.
"I am Jin Bao, the son of Seoul Committee Member Jin Bang. I just want to ask you one question now. Do you want to continue living?"
There was no grand opening statement. Xiao Jinzi came up and asked a very simple but very thorough question.
"What do you mean by this? Who doesn't want to live well, but look at us, how many days can we live like this? I'm afraid it won't be long before there won't be a single person here."
The man snorted coldly, feeling amused by Xiao Jinzi's question.
"We have medicines that can treat you"
Xiao Jinzi's next words were the beginning of an uproar. The plague patients surrounding here instantly became excited, and then everyone's eyes turned to those large trucks.
Ma Tao immediately realized that something was wrong. This was because Xiao Jinzi had no experience in dealing with such situations. What he said was undoubtedly equivalent to telling those people that he and others had life-saving medicine in their car. This was for someone who had been tortured by the plague. It is definitely the best hope for those who are about to give up. If this kind of thing can be controlled by a small number of people, it is nothing. But now, it is obvious that the other party has a large number of people. Party B only has less than a hundred people. If these guys are like a swarm, came up to rob, not to mention how much would be robbed, the losses caused during the robbery were immeasurable. Thinking of this, Ma Tao subconsciously turned to look at Qian Santai. After all, these medicines were his, and they were just taken away like this. He was the one who took the loss.
Obviously, Qian Santai also frowned when he heard Xiao Jinzi's words, but there was nothing he could do about it. What should be said and what should not be said had already been said. Things had already happened and were irreversible. Boss Qian had been able to learn from the consequences of these plague patients. His eyes saw the scene of an imminent riot.
Everyone doesn't want to die, even if there is only a little bit of it. Everyone wants to live, especially when you can predict the date of your death. Even one more second of life is valuable. The supplies on those trucks are obvious. It is the best hope for them to survive.
"Brothers! Grab those goods!"
finally! Before the choice of life and death, under the choice of human nature, the Seoul garrison guarding the city was almost like bandits. With the cry of a garrison covered in sores, these people who had been tortured crazy by the plague turned red. He rushed towards the location of the truck where Ma Tao and others were.
As the saying goes, if there are a hundred people, there will be all kinds of people; if there are a thousand people, they will be boundless; if there are more than ten thousand people, they will be completely connected to the sky. At the moment, the garrison who are still alive at least has about three thousand, so old People rushed over at once, and the visual shock was very great, especially this was a large group of faces that looked like hungry ghosts from hell. Qian Santai's hundreds of men almost immediately put down what they were doing, and fell to the ground in an instant. They took off their weapons, but these garrison troops who rushed over were not vegetarians, let alone frightened. These were regular troops before. How could they be afraid of the weapons of a mere hundred or so people? They never stopped at all. The footsteps continue to rush towards him.
Facing the dark crowd, Gao Han directly opened the safety of the flame gun. Orange flames instantly began to burn at the muzzle of the flame gun. Su Lanyu also pulled out the sword from behind, and everyone with weapons showed theirs. Weapons, alert to the approaching crowd.
There is no way, there are too many people on the other side. If anyone with ulterior motives takes the opportunity to attack, they only need to tear off their protective clothing to maximize the danger to them. So at this time, the most trustworthy person must be The weapons in your hands will never allow anyone to get close to you.
Xiao Jinzi never thought that this would result, let alone that the well-trained garrison troops he had watched since he was a child would snatch things like bandits. In the past, he would never even think about it, but now It happened in front of him, and he was the most surprised.
Seeing that these hundreds of people were about to come into contact with these thousands of people, seeing that everyone had already tightened their weapons and the fighting was about to start in the next second, the crisis was very serious, but Qian Santai was the calmest one. .
"Protect yourself!!! Let them grab it! They don't know how to prepare the medicine, and if you grab it, it will be in vain!!!"
Qian Santai yelled these words at the top of his lungs as if he was fighting for his life. Due to the extreme stretch of his vocal cords, the words he shouted were more or less hoarse, but his voice was loud enough for them, who were not too far away. Hundreds of people heard it clearly.
In an instant, the men brought by Qian Santai immediately began to take action. They were in groups of two and three, back to back, holding weapons, and did not even look at the plague patients who rushed towards the truck. , paying full attention to the people running by, guarding against their sudden actions. Obviously, their unified and standardized actions are all trained. Looking at their submachine guns, no need to guess, Qian Santai is on them. Kung Fu.
Because this method was good, Ma Tao followed suit and quickly led people away from the truck. Together with Qian Santai, they formed a circle on the side.
Soon, the Plague Guards who were the first to rush onto the truck tore off the tarpaulin on the truck like crazy, and then they were all stunned.
More and more people rushed to the truck, but no one went to grab the things on the truck, because the medicines on the dozens of trucks, whether they were bottles or cans, all had no names, and many of them even contained solutions. It's colorful and no one knows what's inside or how to use it.
But there is no shortage of courageous people at any time. A garrison covered in rotten flesh didn't care so much. He directly picked up a light yellow bottle with 200 ml, opened the cap, and clucked at the mouth of the bottle. After drinking a few big sips of the light yellow liquid, there was no reaction at first. The garrison covered in rotten flesh even looked at the small amount of light yellow liquid left in his hand, but then, it was gone. Five seconds later, I saw an extremely painful expression on this man's face. He held his throat and took a few steps back. His eyes widened and he fell out of the truck with a thud. When he landed, he held the bottle of diluted water in his hand. The bottle of yellow liquid smashed against a stone and broke into pieces. The liquid inside flowed out. As soon as it touched the ground, streams of white foam instantly appeared. He looked at the man and tried his best to use his hands. He went to scratch his throat, and the already rotten skin on the outside was already scratched into tatters. Within a few strokes, his fingers were dug into the flesh, but he seemed to feel no pain and was still fighting with all his strength. After digging at his own throat for more than ten seconds, the man finally stopped scratching his own throat. When he looked again, he saw that he was already out of breath. There was a bloody patch on his neck, and even his trachea had been pulled out by himself. , The state of death is extremely terrifying.
Of course, this one couldn't be the only one who was impulsive. A group of people in another truck also opened a bottle of liquid. It smelled pretty good, so they took a sip without hesitation. The people around him naturally didn't want to look at him. He was enjoying it alone. After taking it away, he was about to drink it when he saw him foaming at the mouth, his eyes turning white, his whole body twitching and falling in the car. It looked like he would not survive.
Another group also opened a bottle. Unexpectedly, this bottle contained gas, and several people died in the space three to four meters around him.
In an instant, all the infected garrison troops who rushed around the truck froze there. No one dared to disturb the seemingly inconspicuous bottles and cans on the truck. It was also these people who died too quickly. Everyone was frightened.
Although they were infected with the Black Death virus, there was no virus in their brains. They could distinguish whether they would die early or die late. They could distinguish the severity of the disease. The purpose of rushing to this truck was to find a way to survive. There is hope of going down, but now, it is obvious that he will die faster.
"I've already said that those potions need to be prepared. If you use them indiscriminately, you will die!"
The garrison troops who had been infected with the plague rushed towards the truck. Seeing that there was no danger, Qian Santai's men gathered together again, protecting Qian Santai and Ma Tao in the middle of the circle. Qian Santai looked at the A few people who had already cooled down laughed again.
While Ma Tao was paying attention to the garrison troops infected with the Black Death, he took a look at Qian Santai, who was closely protected by his men. It must be said that this businessman was very good at doing business and attracting people. Otherwise, he would not have gathered such a group of men who are willing to go through fire and water for him. Thinking about the tank just now, 40,000 G, maybe he is also his target.
"Now you continue to rob! Destroy all those medicines and your hope of survival. Come on, do it!!"
It seemed that the one who was grabbing the medicine was Qian Santai himself. Qian Santai was very proud at this moment. With this, he believed that he could control thousands of people without losing their temper.
"Did you see that? You should really learn from Boss Qian."
Looking sideways at Xiao Jinzi, Ma Tao whispered to him.
"I'm just a businessman, what's there to learn..."
Xiao Jinzi held the rifle in his hand and said unconvinced.
"I'm talking about the way you deal with problems."
Ma Tao was speechless. Maybe Xiao Jinzi was not born to be a leader. If you asked him to study tanks and come up with some theories, he would definitely be able to give you sound and logical explanations. But if you ask him to handle this kind of thing, there is no need to even think about it. I think, I will definitely give it to you. He was not born this way. I don’t know how this kid inherited his father’s genes. He didn’t inherit Commissioner Kim’s strategizing and calmness at all. He even had a sense of completeness. Opposite trend.
"How do you want to save us?"
The person from before stood up again.
"You haven't told me who you are and what your position is,"
Ma Tao still remembers this man's arrogance before.
The man glanced at Ma Tao and continued, "My name is Xia Shiren, and I am the second company commander under Commander Wei, the current supreme commander of the garrison."
"Company commander?"
Ma Tao lowered his head and muttered, and glanced twice at the man who called himself Xia Shiren.
A company commander is indeed a little too junior in terms of official position.
"I know what you are thinking, but I am the biggest here. There is no doubt that everyone taller than me is already dead. If you are a few days late, you may not be able to see me."
Seemingly seeing the unrequited look in Ma Tao's eyes, Captain Xia did not shy away from this. After speaking with some self-deprecation, he smiled bitterly. .
The only company commander who is the biggest officer left?
This news surprised Ma Tao. Looking at Qian Santai, he was obviously a little surprised. Among them, the two of them and Xiao Jinzi were the only ones who were familiar with the mechanism and strength of the garrison. Now there are so many dead. It is conceivable that the Black Death took away many lives. This is simply more terrifying than the number of people lost in a war.
"How many more people do you have here?"
Qian Santai asked.
"Except for those who can't even move in the camp, they are all here."
After saying these words, Captain Xia looked around at the brothers like him, and an uncontrollable sadness arose in his heart.
"How about it?"
Having said that, Qian Santai looked at Ma Tao.
"Your medicine should be enough to save these thousands of people, right?"
Ma Tao asked rhetorically.
"Don't worry, you can make mistakes"
Qian Santai narrowed his eyes slightly and said.
Ma Tao nodded, but rescuing people must be done clearly, and rescuing cannot be in vain, especially at this time.
"That Captain Xia, to be honest, just now, I didn't even use this batch of medicine to save you people. Do you know why?"
Speaking of this, Ma Tao glanced around at all the garrison troops in the camp and continued, "Because you don't look like soldiers at all! You are called garrison troops! What are you guarding! What are you preparing for! What you are guarding is the safety of Seoul. What you are guarding against is The power may appear at any time, but just now, ask yourselves what you have done! As a garrison, you plan to steal things like bandits! Is this what the garrison can do? Really? !”
There was silence. Everyone was looking at Ma Tao. They almost forgot how long it had been since no one mentioned the word garrison. Now when they heard Ma Tao mention it, a trace of shame could not help but appear in their hearts. As soldiers, they I am not afraid of death, but I don’t want to die like this. It is too worthless to die like this. Soldiers must die on the battlefield and die vigorously. Being tortured to death by a virus like this is simply the greatest insult to them. But there is nothing you can do.
"Just tell us what you want us to do!"
Finally, there are still smart people, and they can hear the hidden meaning in these few words of Ma Tao.
Ma Tao looked at the person who spoke. He was a severely ill patient who needed to rely on crutches to stand up.
"I don't need anything. I just hope that the garrison can revive its functions, and we will serve as your backing. What I want is to revitalize the prosperity of Seoul!"
Encouraging people depends on how they deceive. If Ma Tao's deception works, the next thing will be much simpler.
The people brought by Qian Santai were only responsible for dispensing medicines to suppress the plague. As for cleaning up the corpses, they were left to the garrison who could still move.
There are more than 3,000 survivors in the camp of more than 10,000 people. On average, one person needs to carry four corpses. From this point of view, the workload is not huge. The only thing that is more difficult for Wei is the burying and burning of the corpses. time.
Since ancient times, people in the East have attached great importance to burial. War is cruel, but cruel war is still "proper". Therefore, the ancients usually buried the dead in a simple way, burying the corpse in a deep pit.
This method of treatment is called "pit killing", also known as "quarrel killing". Killing in a trap does not mean burying the body alive but disposing of the body.
Of course, there is also the phenomenon of burying the opponent's soldiers alive during "trap killing". "Historical Records" records that the Qin army defeated the Zhao army in the Changping Battle. The Qin army commander Bai Qi could not handle hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war, so he "trapped and killed" 400,000 Zhao soldiers. However, based on the analysis of historical data, most of the 400,000 Zhao troops are the corpses of those who died in the war, and there are also captured Zhao troops, not all of whom are alive.
There are too many corpses on the battlefield and it is very troublesome to deal with them. Not only is the workload huge, there are also pollution and plague problems caused by rotting corpses. The more rational way to deal with it is to burn it.
If thousands of corpses were buried in the ground, how big a hole would be dug?
There is no shortage of fuel in the camp. The corpses are piled up and then poured with fuel, and then a fire is set, and then the burned area is dug up and buried.
The entire camp was busy. Ma Tao did not forget the call with his sister, nor the two-day agreement. Now, Qian Santai has arrived with medicines, and today is also the second day.
Ma Tao's watch vibrated as his sister's message arrived.
After finding a deserted place, Ma Tao took a look. The information was very simple. There were only two clear pieces of information. One was that Ankang had fully recovered after taking the ginseng medicine, and the other was that there was a shortage of food and there was an urgent need. Ma Tao and the others brought some food and drinking water.
After a brief tidying up, Ma Tao took Xiao Jinzi, An Ruo and Qian Santai, carried enough food and drinking water, and drove the No. 2 jeep straight to the city.
Talking about Seoul.
Sister R has been at No. 1018, South District for the past two days. First, she is waiting for Ma Tao. Second, she is observing whether the ginseng medicine can cure An Ruo and his brother's parents. Third, she is worried about Xiao Jinzi's father at the command post. However, Judging from Ma Tao's previous agreement, there should be no problem in a short time.
The effect of ginseng medicine on An Ruo's younger brother Ankang is very obvious. At this moment, his physical and mental conditions are not serious. This is mainly because the virus has not yet reached a certain level of damage to his body. It is very important. relation.
But the top priority was food. Ankang wanted to leave and go to the street to see if he could find some food, but was stopped by Sister R.
Just kidding, if we could find food outside now, we would not have experienced the scene at the city gate before, and let Ankang go out to find food. If he went out, he would probably become food and be eaten by others. As a last resort, Sister R had to use her watch to inform Ma Tao about food and water issues, hoping he could see.
An Ruo's parents also took ginseng medicine, but they seemed to be recovering very slowly. However, they could see that the skin on their faces and hands was growing new flesh, but they were still in a coma. From the breathing point of view, their cardiopulmonary function is gradually recovering. This can be seen from the longer and longer and calmer breathing of the two of them.
Because there was no food, Ankang could only give them more water. Fortunately, there was water in the house before, which could be used for a while. After boiling the water, Ankang found a small spoon and started feeding his parents water one by one.
Although they are all in a coma, people can still perform subconscious actions. For example, if you touch the eyelids of a comatose person with your fingers, they will still shake subconsciously. This situation is called a subconscious reaction, and it is also a neurological reaction. The reaction is a conditioned reflex formed by the body without the control of the brain, so when Ankang fed his parents water with a spoon, they still knew how to drink, but they drank very slowly, but after all, when drinking water, you can't point it out. It is unrealistic to expect a comatose person to be able to swallow.
Jeep No. 02 was driven by Ma Tao. After entering the city, he went straight to No. 1018 where his sister and the others were, because Ma Tao needed to find his sister first to find out the specific situation.
In the car, Ma Tao finally told Xiao Jinzi what Sister R told him about Xiao Jinzi's parents who were likely to be controlled by others. . . . . . . . . . . . ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
