Densely packed, a large number of survivors crowded into the resettlement points designated by the military zone.
The tent was simple and simple, with simple iron pots set up everywhere.
Soldiers with guns patrolled in groups, and gunfire from time to time suppressed the noise of the crowd.
In the camp, the soldiers responsible for distributing food scolded the chaotic crowd, while women holding children wrapped in coats and holding small bowls lined up in the queue.
"One spoon per person! The workers who built the city received an extra spoon based on their votes!"
The iron ladle banging on the cauldron made a clanging sound, and the soldiers responsible for distributing food were a little tired.
There were too many people, with more than two million people crammed into the entire Wangjiang Military Region.
Not only that, under the instructions of the capital, they are constantly searching for survivors and returning to the military area.
The scope of the original military area has been expanded again and again, and a large number of survivors can only live in simple tents.
Unless the geographical location is pretty good, as a military district location, there are not many towns nearby.
With so many people gathered, a large number of zombies had already been attacked.
At the front of the team, there was a man who looked like a wealthy businessman, wrapped in a coat and with a bulging belly, holding up a big bowl in his hand, followed by several middle-aged employees who looked like employees.
He approached the soldier flatteringly, took off the green water ghost from his wrist with his right hand without leaving any trace, and then secretly wanted to hand it to the soldier:
"This soldier, please do more...hehe...do more..."
"I am the boss of Hongdi Group, and the Finance Minister of Wangjiang City turned out to be a good friend of mine. We often eat together..."
"Snapped!"
The soldier impatiently knocked the watch that the man had secretly slipped in and knocked it to the ground, then pushed him away:
“It’s useless even if you know the King of Heaven!”
Not bothering to pay attention to the astonished look in the wealthy businessman's eyes, he directly knocked on the iron pot and shouted to the next one.
The survivors lining up behind him hurriedly moved forward, many of them showing disdain.
Another guy who doesn't understand the situation.
It looked like it had just been brought back by the search and rescue team.
Among the team, a man in a black coat sighed and supported the wealthy businessman who was stunned on the ground.
"Zhang Fucheng?"
The wealthy businessman heard the news and went to look at the man in the coat carefully, his eyes widened:
"Director Huang!?"
"Why are you here too?"
The man in a black coat in front of him has an unshaven beard and sunken eye sockets, looking like a street vendor.
The wealthy businessman recognized him. He was clearly the director of the Forestry Department. Although he was not a powerful person, he had many projects in his hands.
The man in the coat sighed lightly and pulled the wealthy businessman up:
"Why can't I be here?"
With a wry smile, he pointed at a few people in the team with complicated eyes and said softly:
"It's not just me. Have you seen the lame one? That one is from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. The one behind is holding a broken bowl. You should know that one."
"From the tax bureau."
As the men introduced them one by one, the wealthy businessman stood there blankly, speechless for a long time.
Until he saw a hunched man at the end of the team, he couldn't help but murmur to himself:
"Too much... too much!"
"Is this how they treat Secretary Liu!?"
The rickety man at the end of the team was clearly the top leader in Wangjiang City.
Before the end of the world, even though the Hongdi Group had assets of over one billion, there was little chance of meeting an official of this level.
But now, how could the entire Wangjiang bureaucracy sink to this level?
He watched helplessly as the department-level cadres who had given speeches in front of tens of thousands of employees at his warm invitation were grabbing the cold rice porridge and eating it, and he felt that his outlook on life was shattered.
"Very surprised?"
The man in the coat glanced at the wealthy businessman and couldn't help but sigh again:
"Nothing surprising."
"We are a group of people who can't carry anything with our shoulders or lift it with our hands, and we don't have any skills."
"With the separation of military and political affairs, it is considered good if they are willing to give us a bite to eat..."
The wealthy businessman was shocked and couldn't help but whisper:
"Director Huang, you are a full-time official! No matter what happens, I can't give you this kind of treatment?"
"Isn't this a huge change? How could the higher-ups allow this to happen?"
"Officials are not officials, people are not people, this is all chaos! These bastards! It's too much!"
"Shh!"
Director Huang grabbed the wealthy businessman's sleeve and glanced at the alert soldiers subconsciously.
After seeing that no one noticed him, he breathed a sigh of relief:
"Above? How could it be above?"
"It's now time. Whoever has the soldiers and the awakened ones has the final say."
"Even if you want to "complain", who should you sue?"
"and..."
Director Huang seemed to have been holding back his words. He dragged the wealthy businessman to a corner and whispered furtively:
"As far as I know, there was a dispute between the Wangjiang Military Region and the higher-ups..."
"Originally our treatment was not like this, but about four weeks ago, after the military region led the team back, several of our old guys who were still holding positions were dismissed..."
"I heard that other military regions still integrate military and political affairs, but we are the only one here, and the situation is not good..."
.....
Wangjiang Headquarters.
"Save? Save the shit!"
"Tell them the information! Wangjiang doesn't have enough troops and can't send any more people! Ask them to go by themselves!"
"His!"
The commander in military uniform couldn't help but uttered foul language and slapped his hand on the table, so frightened that no one in the command room dared to say a word.
After a while, a younger staff officer asked carefully:
"Commander Wang, did the superiors ask us to rescue someone else?"
Wang Meng glanced at the staff officer unhappily, and took off his hat with some dejection:
"That's right, these bastards want us to rescue a mayor's family again. They also said they would send a helicopter over immediately. They are on the top floor of the building."
"Save the ball!"
Everyone in the command room was not surprised and just went about their work at hand.
This has happened many times.
Ever since the chat channel appeared, people have often used various connections to ask the Wangjiang Military Region to send troops for rescue.
At first, Wang Meng could still bear it, so he saved his life. Anyway, it saved his life.
As long as there are spare troops, we can rescue them along the way.
But later on, the orders issued became more and more excessive.
Even a dog owned by the deputy minister's wife had to be rescued by awakeners!
Damn it, it's the end of the world! He, Wangjiang Military Region, reminds him every day that he is afraid of being attacked by mutants.
Those officials and the Awakened Ones and the army will be killed or injured just by talking about it.
After realizing that he couldn't do this, Wang Meng simply ignored it.
If many of the messages hadn't come from the capital, he would have scolded them back.
Alas, if he hadn't been concerned about the old chief's situation, he would have wanted to turn off the communication.
After letting out a long sigh, Wang Meng put back his military cap and asked the logistics director with a heavy face:
"How much food reserves are left?"
"Also, is there any news about the sent out investigation team? Especially Gao Yan's team."
The soldier who had been monitoring the radio station pondered for a moment, and the officer in charge of logistics next to him answered first:
"Commander Wang, our food reserves are running low."
"The food that was originally expected to last for two years can now last up to four months."
"The orders issued by the capital were too harsh, and we brought back too many survivors."
"Even if we continue at this pace, we may not be able to sustain it for three months."
Wang Meng nodded dullly and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The shortage of food was not only due to the problem of too many survivors, but more importantly, the capital asked him and others to focus on searching for Lin An.
A large number of manpower was dispatched. Some time ago, in order to obtain the surveillance video of Linjiang, it almost caused a zombie riot.
There's no way, there's an order from above, especially a death order like this...
He glanced at the correspondent who was in charge of both the radio and chat channels, and was about to speak out.
I saw the soldier who had been listening with a strong look of joy on his face, and he suddenly stood up:
"Commander Wang!"
"Gao Yan's team sent back news! They have contacted Lin An!!"
"What!?"
Wang Meng's gloomy mood suddenly became excited, and his eyes were ecstatic.