After receiving Hayes' reply, Little Feiton immediately rushed over. In the fearful eyes of the children who were regarded as slaves, he comforted them with words, opened their shackles, and then took out all of his ration bars.
I gave it to them, and if there wasn't enough, I asked my comrades to take it out too.
These ration bars produced in their hometown are not only high in calories, but also very nutritious, and they also taste great. They may be a bit sweet for people who are used to fine food, but they are a high-end product for people who usually live a simple life.
A sweet existence.
For these children, this may be the most delicious food they have ever eaten in their lives. Hayes looked at it from a distance, feeling a little disappointed for some reason.
Suddenly he also missed his own child.
However, Little Feiton's good deeds were also noticed by others, and soon caused new troubles.
"Master, have mercy on me. My child hasn't eaten for several days. Our whole family has been eating leaves, grass and roots all the way here. The child is so hungry that he has no strength to walk. Please have mercy on me. I will give you some food."
You will be a slave for life."
When a man knelt on the ground and begged him, Hayes seemed a little embarrassed, but after touching his pocket, he only took out half a ration bar.
"I...that's all I have."
The man took half of the ration bar and felt like he had found a treasure. After kowtowing ten times to Hayes, he turned and ran towards his skinny wife. The woman was sitting on the ground, hugging two people with slender limbs and a shriveled chest.
A boy with a slightly swollen abdomen.
Then he divided half of the ration bar into three parts, giving one part to his wife and two parts to his children.
"Master Jun, please do it."
As a result, not long after, more refugees gathered around, and even Xiao Feiton was a little at a loss.
Hayes knew that this situation would never end, so he immediately ran back to the car with the others. It was not that he had no sympathy, but that everyone basically did not bring any food with them on this trip, so they brought some emergency ration bars.
But looking at those pitiful refugees, he finally couldn't bear it. After asking the soldiers for their opinions, he asked everyone to take out the ration bars they were carrying and throw them all out of the car.
In the chaos, the convoy finally arrived at the checkpoint. There was a company of soldiers stationed here, two arch-shaped scanners, and a dozen technical priests using genetic detectors. Everyone who passed through, regardless of the soldier,
Both civilians and civilians need to be scanned and inspected. At the same time, their vehicles also need to be scanned to confirm that nothing is hidden under the chassis. This is why the roads are blocked.
The genetic priests analyzed the genetic characteristics of the gene stealers captured early on, so they only need to prick the skin with the probe of the detector to know whether the person is infected, but even so, a personal test is still very difficult.
It is inefficient, but considering the infection characteristics of gene stealers, insurance is the most important, and it is also a task that must be strictly implemented according to repeated orders from superiors.
After passing the inspection station, the convoy finally entered the safe area, which is now strictly divided. The civilian area is on one side and the military area is on the other side. Everyone sleeps in tents. The limited buildings have been requisitioned, either as headquarters or as military areas.
Warehouse, or other functional purposes.
"Pious believers, the holy war is coming, the real test moment has arrived, the God Emperor is watching everyone!"
As soon as he entered the safe area, Hayes heard shouts. He looked up and saw a podium made of wood. Standing on it was a bishop, surrounded by torches, shouting at the top of his lungs. Behind him was a wooden shrine. In the shrine was
There is a golden statue of an emperor, one person tall, with twenty shackled slaves below struggling to hold up the shrine with their shoulders. Blood flowed from their shoulders due to the pressure of the thick wooden poles.
In front of the podium, a dozen priests each held a wooden box with a line of words written on it -
Jihad donation.
Well-dressed landowners and ladies kept coming over and throwing some valuables such as gold and silver jewelry into the box. But at the same time, there were also many poor people who put their last bits of property into the box. But unlike the rich,
They had to kneel and take out their offerings, and when they were done, they had to lie on the ground with their palms facing forward and perform the most solemn salute to the statue of the emperor. Many people's hands and feet were bruised and indifferent.
Hayes couldn't understand this kind of behavior. Maybe the people here are really simple and pious...
After the convoy stopped, Hayes asked the company to return to the station first, and went to the regiment headquarters to report the situation. After learning that the whole family of the rescued person had been killed, the regiment leader was also very helpless, but he did not blame Hayes, but praised him for his successful handling.
Reacting quickly, when the Gene Stealer sets a trap, it not only successfully repels the enemy but also inflicts great damage to the enemy.
After reporting on his work and handing over the large items taken out of the mansion, Hayes went to the religious order management office at the regiment headquarters and explained the situation to the regimental pastor, who also agreed to take in the children.
After handling these matters, it was getting late, all kinds of searchlights were lit, and the number of people waiting to enter the safe area gradually became fewer and fewer.
Those who couldn't make it at this time basically had no hope. After Hayes returned to the company station, he saw that the soldiers had already begun to have dinner.
"What's for dinner tonight?"
Hayes rubbed his hands, came to the simple temporary dining table, and sat next to Little Phaidon, who was stirring the brown soup in the open can with a spoon, and after taking a bite of the dry and hard bread on his hand,
He rolled his eyes and said:
"What else could it be... canned, canned, canned? The day before yesterday, it was canned Dimetrodon stewed with black onions. Yesterday, it was canned Dimetrodon stewed with penka fruits. Today, okay, canned Dimetrodon stewed with Dimetrodon.
Canned beast, I feel like a Dimetodon right now."
"You will complain, aren't there local vegetables here? You think these things are easy to get, now many people are eating grass, you still have meat and vegetables to eat, and bread, what are you complaining about?
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Put the soup into your mouth.
"Well, it's good. It tastes like vegetables. Well, it's very fresh and delicious."
Hayes picked up the bread, dipped it in the soup, took a bite, and nodded with satisfaction.
After a moment, he sighed:
"This planet is actually very rich in products, with a wide variety of vegetables and fruits. It would be great if it hadn't been spoiled by aliens."
But the cook was focused on something else.
"Company Commander, the company's fruit and vegetable quota has been cut again. It is now only one-third of the original amount, and the grain quota is only half of the original amount. It is estimated that the supply will not be available soon."
When Hayes heard this, he was not too surprised. Instead, he looked up at the sky. A modified Valkyrie specializing in transportation was slowly descending from the sky.
"It's not surprising. It proves that we can't stay in this world for long."
Xiao Fei Dun put down his spoon and asked curiously:
"Company Commander, obviously those gene stealers are not very powerful. I think we only need a few hundred thousand troops to wipe them out completely. Why do we choose to shrink in this safe zone? Isn't our goal to save the world?"
Hayes shook his head after hearing this.
"What we have to deal with is the Tyranids. If what I learned is correct, they should be coming soon."
"Isn't there a fleet? Why should we be afraid of...those bugs?"
"Ha, if you saw them with your own eyes, you wouldn't think they were bugs. Forget it, it's useless to talk so much. Let's eat quickly. Maybe there will be another mission later."
As a result, after taking a few bites, Xiao Fei put down his spoon and bread and picked up a piece of fruit.
Hayes looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
"If you have no appetite, don't eat. If you can't eat, just eat some fruit."
Xiao Feiton opened the soft peel, took out the granular pulp inside, and threw it into his mouth.
"It's so sweet and so good."
Hayes took another look at the others and found that many soldiers had not finished eating what they had on hand, and then called for the cook.
"You can collect the leftovers later. Don't hand them over to the garbage collection station. Put them in a bucket and take them to the civilian area...Forget it, I'll go with you."
"Okay, I'll probably throw these away anyway if I don't eat them."
After a simple night's rest, before the first ray of sunshine rose in the morning, just as Hayes expected, a message soon came from his superiors. In thirty hours, all troops would evacuate the planet. They must
Speed up efforts to help non-infected people board transport ships.
So everyone immediately got busy, and more transport planes began to descend from the sky. But what they didn't know was that the real battle had already begun in space very close to them...