"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 weapons are included. About three people have one piece of white equipment.
A pack of cigarettes can be exchanged for 10 kilograms of grain, and coarse cornmeal can be exchanged for 20 kilograms.
These cigarettes and alcohol should add up to about 8 tons.
The white equipment is worth more food, but the ones they carry are the most common ones. 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 the 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. One fruit can be exchanged for six carts of food. At least fifty or sixty tons.
The young man shook his head. He didn't 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.
Including materials and deducting system transaction fees
1700 tons
After getting the result, he was silent for a moment, feeling deeply powerless.
I don’t know why, but food prices are getting higher and higher recently, and there seems to be a shortage of food everywhere.
This number seems to be a lot. If it were one person, it would probably last 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 equals 10,000 people and consumes 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 only felt that a huge 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.
After he became an awakened person, he saved some here and brought back some there. As time went by, everyone felt that he was a good person and a trustworthy boss.
There are more and more people, and the entire gathering place is like a snowball, starting to become the 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 few 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 the second level 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 other safe zone commanders are like!? 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! There is no problem in working as an official in the military!"
The voice was exciting. 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 the establishment of the safe zone, every portion of food must be eaten sparingly. Those who are not out fighting will not even be able to eat enough! 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 raised his head and looked 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 he thought about it, 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 cannot escape can 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 descended slowly, blowing out high-speed airflow and raising a cloud of smoke and dust from the ground.
Like a visitor from outer space.
At night, Qingshan Town welcomed visitors from the outside for the first time.
The crowd was horrified, and countless awakened people looked in panic at the psychic fighter plane that was slowly landing not far away.
"Fuck"
"Captain Lin, have we arrived at the zombie lair?"
On the fighter plane, Xiong Hanzi swallowed dryly and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
When he was at high altitude, he couldn't see clearly and thought the black spots on the ground were rocks. 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.
The only few buildings in the safe zone, from the rooftop to the door, from the corners to the windows. Almost every usable place is made of wood and plastic to build a simple house.
From a distance, it looks like a beehive, full of people.
Sewage flows across the river, and people who haven't bathed 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 looks extremely disgusting.
The survivors, who looked sallow and skinny, crowded into a human wall and couldn't see their heads, 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.
