"Commander..."
"The statistics are calculated."
"We have about six thousand awakened people, and we can collect a total of 1,470 pieces of white equipment. There are 9 pieces of blue equipment, but the one you have is included."
"There are some mutant materials left, probably more than 10,000, but most of them are first-level and cannot be made into weapons and armor."
"If it can be useful, we have already used it."
"But after we searched, we found more than 70 cartons of cigarettes and more than 100 bottles of liquor. We should be able to exchange for some food."
Listening to the numbers reported by his subordinates, the young man nodded silently and sighed secretly.
These things are the last valuable materials in their safe zone.
There are more than 6,000 awakened people, and on average only one out of six people has equipment. Of course, it might be better if you include weapons. There was probably one white outfit among the three.
A pack of cigarettes can be exchanged for 10 kilograms of grain, and coarse cornmeal should be exchanged for 20 kilograms...
These cigarettes and alcohol should add up to about 8 tons.
The white equipment is worth more, but what they have on them is the most common kind. One piece is worth about 700 to 800 kilograms. If you sell them all, you can probably exchange them for about 1,100 tons.
Blue equipment is better. If you only leave weapons for yourself, the 9 pieces of equipment are probably worth more than 300 tons.
It would be great if there were psychic fruits...I heard that those kinds of things are very precious, and one can be exchanged for six carts of food. At least fifty or sixty tons.
Shaking his head, the young man did not expect to find that kind of thing in his safe zone. From the end of the day to now, he had only seen it in the trading channel.
I don’t know why that thing is so expensive. What kind of person would be willing to eat it...
Without thinking any more, the young man quickly calculated how much food he could trade.
Counting materials...deducting system transaction fees...
1700 tons...
After getting the result, he was silent for a moment, feeling deeply powerless.
For some reason, food prices are getting higher and higher recently, and there seems to be a shortage of food everywhere.
It seems that this number is a lot. If it were one person, he would probably be able to eat it for ten lifetimes. But put it on the more than two million mouths in the entire safe zone.
Even if each person only drinks one bowl of porridge a day, one person per day is one hundred, and ten thousand people will consume 1 ton of food per day.
1,700 tons, probably enough for everyone to eat for 7 days...
In 10 days at most, the entire safety zone will be completely out of ammunition and food, without any source of food.
what do I do?
His eyes were blank, but as a man in his twenties, he felt like a heavy burden was weighing on his shoulders.
Before the end, he was just a delivery boy. He never thought that he would become the leader of millions of people and shoulder such a huge responsibility.
He just saved some here and brought back some there after becoming an awakener. As time went by, everyone felt that he was a good person and a trustworthy boss.
There are more and more people, more and more. The entire gathering place started to snowball into a hope in the eyes of the survivors.
But in fact, only he knows that he is just a small person, an ordinary person who has done what he can.
"Commander? Commander?"
In the depressing atmosphere, the subordinates in the room couldn't help calling their boss softly.
As they knew the true situation in the safe zone, they couldn't help but whisper:
"Boss, how about we escape."
"Bring a few Level 2s with you and let's forget about this! With your strength, we won't be able to enjoy spicy food wherever we go."
"Leave Qinghai, leave this hellish place!"
"There are few of us, so we can definitely escape!"
"Yes! Boss!"
Among the people, many awakened people who had been hanging out with him since before the end could not help but point to the bowl of noodles on his table:
"Boss! You are at level two after all! Look what we eat every day!"
"It's hard to eat even a piece of meat when you're fighting life and death outside! Have you seen what kind of life other commanders of the safe zone are living!? Why do we have to suffer this!"
"When you go to the trial and come back and become the third level, there is no place we can't go in this Chinese war zone! It's no problem to work as an official in the military!"
The voice was excited. In the past, when they were trying to survive in the city, they could even break into a shopping mall. With their good strength, they were able to get along quite well.
Since establishing the safe zone, every portion of food must be eaten sparingly. Those who are not out fighting don’t even have enough to eat! The entire base relies on a second-level core supply!
To put it harshly, wherever this is a safe zone, it is a refugee camp!
"Escape? Get out of here?"
The young man looked up at his companions who were fighting for life and death with him, his eyes full of struggle.
He had thought about this and thought about giving up this responsibility. But every time the thought came together, he seemed to be able to see the faces that believed in him.
He escaped with the Awakened Ones, and this place will become a purgatory on earth in the next second.
He couldn't imagine that terrible scene.
Here, people eat people. The survivors who couldn't escape could only wait to die.
"boom!!"
Just when he was about to say something, a rapid sonic boom suddenly came from far to near and came from high in the sky.
what! ?
Zhang Qiankun stood up suddenly and rushed out of the door with his men.
.........
The huge fighter plane slowly descended, and with the jet of high-speed airflow, it raised a cloud of smoke and dust on the ground.
Like a visitor from outside.
At night, Qingshan Town welcomed visitors from the outside for the first time.
The crowd was horrified, and countless awakened people looked at the psychic fighter plane that was slowly landing not far away.
"Fuck..."
"Captain Lin...are we at the zombie lair?"
On the fighter plane, Xiong Hanzi swallowed dryly and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
He couldn't see very clearly at high altitude and thought the black spots on the ground were rocks or something. After descending, he suddenly discovered that the area marked as the Qingshan Safety Zone was actually a patchwork of shacks.
It is unimaginable that more than a dozen mountain-high feces and garbage dumps surround the safe zone, but the land of only a few kilometers is crowded with survivors.
People step on people, people squeeze people.
He even saw seven or eight people "sleeping" on a rope. These survivors, who had no place to rest, pressed their chests against the rope like animals and slept half-standing.
On the only few buildings in the safe zone, from the rooftop to the door, from the corner to the window. Simple houses were built with wood and plastic wherever possible.
From a distance, it looks like a beehive, full of people.
Sewage flows across the river, and people who haven't showered for a long time are like rats in the sewer. Everyone's body is black and gray, and their greasy hair is covered with white scalp ringworm, which makes them look extremely disgusting.
The survivors, who were yellow-faced and skinny, crowded into a human wall with no heads in sight, looked at them like this.
If it weren't for the fact that his chest would rise and fall twice when he breathed, Zhang Tie would have even thought he saw a zombie.
For some reason, he seemed to only see one thing in the eyes of these survivors.
That is...
Hungry.
