A truck slowly pulled up at the entrance to the village, where several soldiers were already waiting.

Being able to arrive at this position at this time means that these soldiers had already begun to march here more than ten days ago.

The roads are bumpy, in fact, the roads in the southern region are nine times out of ten rugged Class III roads, that is, according to the standards of use by the military of the Irlanhill Empire, the level of travel here is "off-road".

The new trucks are still very confident in off-roading, and the technology used in the military trucks of Iran Hill comes from the Mercedes-Benz company in the civilization of the earth, and can carry several tons of cargo and speed on the most rugged roads.

The Otherworldly version of this military truck also uses the most advanced magic technology, such as the ability to use magic crystals to increase its defense level when necessary, and finally achieve a minimum level of bulletproof.

In addition, its most advanced model can also be equipped with Floating Magic technology, which can be used to reduce the weight and load of the vehicle, allowing a car to transport twice as much material without worrying about crushing the road or affecting the body.

This new military car is still produced by Mansger Motors, and it is still a royal industry, except that it is produced by a subsidiary, named Mercedes.

Chris, who is full of bad taste and doesn't like to think about names very much, shamelessly directly copied the Mercedes-Benz logo, and didn't even bother to change it.

Presumably, if Mercedes-Benz knew about it, Chris would have sent all the advertisements to another world, and he wouldn't care about anything, right?

"It's been a hard work." A soldier walked up to the car and said to his comrade who had just pushed the door open and jumped out of the truck.

"Hopefully it's still too late!" The soldier who jumped out of the truck pointed to a cart of supplies behind him and said, "There are for them, and there are for you!" ”

"Spare batteries, tents, disinfection equipment......" he said, handing a loading sheet to the other party, "and vaccines for a whole two thousand people...... Miracle drugs, vitamins, and other messy prescription drugs......"

He self-deprecatingly pointed to the cargo hold behind his truck, and said confidently: "If you save a little money, these supplies are enough for you to save a city." ”

"Then come and help!" Without wasting any time, the soldiers waiting at the entrance of the village with their weapons on their backs walked to the back of the truck and ripped open the back door, revealing the neatly stacked brown cardboard boxes inside.

Before they even had time to take a break, the truck drivers and the soldiers who escorted the trucks began to help move the trucks off the trucks one by one.

Although it was the middle of winter, they were still sweating profusely, and some soldiers even rolled up their sleeves, revealing their arms full of tendons.

"Bob! Bob! Come and help! After moving a few heavy supply boxes, the squad leader seemed to think of something and shouted loudly into the village.

At his shout, a soldier stepped out, and he walked quickly to the truck, rolled up his sleeve, and showed a trivial expression.

Indeed, as soon as you look at his arm, you know that moving boxes is really a trivial matter for him.

Because, this arm of his is a metal puppet prosthetic with magic runes carved on it.

This prosthesis has been specially tuned to have more strength and is stiffer than ordinary civilian prostheses.

It is precisely because of this prosthetic leg that the soldiers of the Irlanhill Empire do not care about the so-called "wounded" anymore. This new type of prosthetic limb is more flexible than a real arm and can give mortals the ability to use simple magic, making it popular among mortal soldiers.

A large number of wounded people have been able to recover from this prosthesis, and some have even been able to return to the battlefield like this Bob in front of them.

If necessary, inserting a magic hedron into the prosthetic limb can briefly possess superior strength and the ability to use some low-level magic - this is not a slight improvement for an ordinary soldier.

On a brutal battlefield, being able to use a magical defensive barrier once, or having ten times the strength, is an advantage that can save one's life in an instant.

For those injured who have lost their arms, legs and feet, it is undoubtedly a blessing to be able to live as conveniently as their past selves.

Similarly, for the Irlanhill Empire, the meaning of the puppet prosthetic limb is even more extraordinary: you know, for the rapid development of the entire country, countless workers have lost their fingers, palms, arms, thighs and even half of their bodies.

Now, with the puppet prosthetics, they can once again stand up, not only for themselves, but also for their families.

According to statistics, from the development of puppet prosthetics to the present, the Irlanhill Empire has installed prosthetics for more than 300,000 people, and of these people, 70,000 have returned to their jobs, and more than 10,000 have returned to service and become the backbone of the army!

"Piece of cake!" Bob walked to the side of the truck, easily picked up a box of goods, and while holding the box, he said, "Fortunately, you arrived in time, this village has begun to have serious patients." ”

The team has been here for more than five hours, and they have briefly handled the sick civilians and have been waiting for these relief supplies.

With these supplies, relief efforts were soon resumed, with medical soldiers going door-to-door to help clear the source of infection, spraying some insecticides and eliminating some mosquitoes.

It takes a lot of time to save a village, and the amount of work is unimaginable. Everything here is so troublesome that it's a little confusing.

First of all, there is no such thing as glass in these poor areas, and the windows are basically wooden frames, and it is very difficult to expect these prison-like rooms to keep mosquitoes out.

Mosquito repellent drugs can be effective, but these drugs themselves are not much, and it is impossible to make every room enjoy the treatment of being free of mosquito bites.

In addition, the drinking water here is not up to standard, and although many disinfectant tablets are brought in by truck, it is still not enough.

People generally do not have the awareness to boil water for drinking, do not pay attention to personal hygiene, and even take clothes from dead people to wear - this is the main reason why the plague can spread so quickly here.

What's even more depressing is that it is already the middle of winter, and the local grain has basically been in a state of failure, and the lack of food has become another major reason for the decline of the local people's physical fitness.

If you can't eat enough, and you still expect these people to have a good physique, it's a fool's dream.

This time, the Irlanhill Empire focused on deploying enough grain to the south, in fact, it was solving the most serious problems in the southern region.

"Thorny ......" tore open the scotch tape from a cardboard box, revealing neat white boxes one by one.

Open a white box with prefabricated syringes neatly stacked inside the blister material. Each syringe has been filled with a sufficient amount of vaccine.

"It's easy to use! See this location? Don't worry about the mess, just plunge into it, and then push all the liquid inside into the other person's body! Do you understand? The medics demonstrated to the two soldiers, even if they taught the two apprentices how to heal and save people.

There are not so many poor acids here, and being able to inject the vaccine into everyone's body as quickly as possible is saving lives!

In the city of Briburne, while the officers and soldiers of the 116th Heavy Armadrenadier Division of the Irlanhill Empire were coming to arrest people, soldiers in more places were trying their best to save as many lives as quickly as possible.

Another muddy truck with mud on the fenders jolted past the entrance of the village, heading farther afield, where there were still lives waiting to be saved.

These trucks belonged to the transport unit of the 6th Army Group, so the doors of these trucks all had white lettering with a large number "6" written on them, and on the front engine compartment cover of these trucks, there was a distinct yellow identification color of friend or foe.

Because of the lack of color for too long, the edges of these numbers are a little blurred, and they are full of mottled marks - although some of these cars are only in service for less than half a year, they can be in the army, and the appearance can quickly become vicissitudes, whether it is a person or a vehicle......

Overhead, a UH-60 helicopter engine roared and hurried by, laden with supplies heading farther and more rugged. Alan Hill is mobilizing all the forces he can to save refugees in the South.

This is a battle that is even more thrilling than war, and it is also a real combat test that tests the scheduling ability of the Iran Hill Empire.

"Get in line! Get in line! Don't mess around! "Soon, the people of the village were all gathered, and these ragged civilians were pushing and shoving, and there was no order at all. A few soldiers with weapons on their backs kept order on the scene, and the rest figured out how to distribute supplies to the undisciplined illiterate.

Only those who have received the vaccine will be able to receive bread and instant noodles. A huge gasoline drum was used as a container, with firewood underneath it, boiling water that was not very clean.

"Everybody has to kill insects! Then you can only come here to drink water! Do you understand? Next to the pushing crowd, Sergeant Iran Hill, dressed in a new digital camouflage uniform, shouted loudly.

It seemed that no one was listening to his advice, and they were all staring at the bread that was piled on the floor.

If it weren't for the two soldiers standing there with AK-47 assault rifles, the refugees would have rushed up to the scene of looting supplies.

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I'm recovering a more 3000 words, hehe.

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