The so-called "having milk is a mother" is the easiest way to win people's hearts in the end of the world is to give them a bite of food. In the cold and cold winter, cooking food in one bite and steaming large pot is really the focus of attention.

The operation team has a field kitchen converted from a light truck, which is equipped with water purification, disinfection, boiling water, hot rice, heating, and all kinds of functions. It can make a meal for hundreds of people in one hour.

Large pieces of instant noodles are cooked in a large pot in the field kitchen. This is already the second generation of instant noodles in "Supreme" and is optimized again in terms of nutrition and calories. Does the taste...? As the saying goes, it's enough to not kill people.

Since the cooks from the Operation Team began to cook instant noodles, a large group of people in the base smelled the food and automatically surrounded them. The people swallowed their saliva and stared at the bubbles gurgling in the pot with their eyes. Although they were quite afraid of the various large-caliber machine guns of the Operation Team, they just didn't leave, and instead surrounded more and more people.

The crowds surrounding him became increasingly dense. Perhaps because of the fact that one side had a superior number of people, someone finally plucked up the courage to ask the cooks and asked: "Is it okay to give us a bite of food? Just one bite. I see that you have cooked so much, so you will definitely not finish it."

The butcher with a fierce face was in charge and guarded outside the field kitchen. As for the residents who were thin-faced and looked like beggars in the stronghold, he laughed and said, "I want to eat enough? No problem! But what are you going to exchange for it?"

When he heard that he was not rejected directly, the crowd surrounded him became a little turbulent. Several people pushed and shoved in front of the butcher, and asked eagerly and pleasedly: "Sir, what do you want? As long as we have it, we will give it to you."

"I want your life." The butcher grinned and patted the machine gun in his hand. As he moved, the heavy machine guns carried on several fire assault vehicles around him also moved their muzzles and aimed at them.

The restlessness was immediately suppressed, and no one dared to act rashly, but no one left. After a few seconds of quietness, someone mustered up the courage again and said to the butcher tremblingly: "Sir, our lives are not worth much, as long as we can exchange for stuttering."

But the butcher didn't let it go easily. He sat on the frame of the field kitchen and asked condescendingly: "Don't you eat enough in the base?"

Isn't this nonsense? Can you eat enough to be hungry and skinny? Can you eat enough to be weak and weak? Can you eat enough to be sad and deep hatred? And this question is simply a tear gas. When it comes to "eating", who is not sad these days?

“We only have one meal a day.”

“Sometimes there is no guarantee of a meal.”

"And the quality of the food is very poor. Some people vomited and had diarrhea after eating it, which made them dirty and had no dignity, and they even died for no reason."

"People die almost every day, and no one can tell how long they can last?"

The residents in the stronghold cried as they spoke, and all their anger, hope, and dignity disappeared due to lack of food. In fact, they couldn't even grab one now, because they could only see their miserable faces and knew that they didn't have the strength.

The members of the action team in Zhenchang were originally looking at the people in front of them with joking eyes and expressions, but when they looked at the other party's hands and feet trembling and tears flowing, they inevitably felt a little pity.

These were all Americans in the past, but some followed Victor Hugo, and at least they had life guarantees. Some people who followed the crowd and were aimlessly hang out, and they died if they couldn't survive. In the end of the world where the whole world was unlucky, a person's fate was really insignificant.

The butcher originally thought about whether to inspire the residents of these strongholds in words, but now it seems completely unnecessary. These people are really willing to do anything as long as they stutter. He said in a deep voice: "We need some people to join us, and we at least ensure that they can eat and wear warmth."

With a recruitment declaration, thin arms immediately stretched out from the bottom, and everyone rushed forward with all their might, shouting loudly: "I..., I am willing to join. Sir, please accept me. Let me do whatever you want, just give me a stutter."

The surging crowd almost drowns the tall and strong butcher. This time no one cares about his fierce and ugly face, but they are as excited as seeing the angel. The butcher roars and yells: "Enough, if you want to join, queue up. Our food is enough to feed you."

The Operation Team was willing to provide food, and the news blew through the entire settlement like a gust of wind. Almost everyone rushed over, and no one wanted to let go of such a good thing. As for eating the Operation Team, they had to work hard, no one cared about this detail.

The long queue was lined up for dozens of meters, and the crowds were crowded with people. The people in the back row looked at the people who had food in front with hope, while the people in the front row were holding the plate and laughing from ear to ear.

It was useless for Hoffman's people to come. They beat, scold, threaten, and no trick was easy to use. No one could stop a group of desperate people from living. Even Hoffman came out himself wasted. The majesty of this leader was not as good as a bowl of batter.

"The entire North American region has been damaged too seriously. It is difficult to search a building with dozens of us, let alone searching for a city. But with these hundreds of people in front of us, the difficulty of our task is greatly reduced. Sometimes, it is easier to do things if there are too many people."

Zhou Qingfeng stood behind the field kitchen, staring at the residents of the stronghold who were happily eating noodles, thinking about how to marshal them in his heart.

The butcher stood aside and said, "Now, they give them about 1,000 calories of liquid food per meal, cultivate for one or two days to restore their gastrointestinal function, and then take 3,000 calories per meal to restore physical fitness. These people need to start working four or five days later, otherwise they will easily die in large numbers due to overwork."

"I understand that the current situation cannot be urgent, we must take it slowly. Waiting for about a week is just to achieve the goal better." Zhou Qingfeng was quite calm, "If necessary, we can also find ways to contact other nearby human settlements and increase the manpower as much as possible."

"Then I will contact Havana immediately and let Lena Fox continue to send a transport plane to transport supplies for us." The butcher understood very well that no matter how valuable the fuel is now, any requirements of the operation team will be met and there will be no need to worry about the cost.
Chapter completed!