In this food shortage, the Restoration Army strictly kept secret all the techniques and seeds of mutated crops it planted, which was the foundation of the Restoration Army's survival, and this was also what other forces coveted.

Under the famine, many people's lives will surely be changed, and the food in the hands of the Restoration Army has become something that they can use more than nuclear weapons.

The problem of the Northern Coalition Army, which was already suffering from a serious food problem, became even more serious this time, and the food in the hands of the Restoration Army became the lifeline for the survival of their mixed government, and under the pressure of the food problem, they had to do their best to meet some of the demands of the Restoration Army.

Of course, the Restoration Army does not refuse to come, bullets, gunpowder, weapons, the Restoration Army wants everything! Car windows, production equipment, are all needed by the Restoration Army, and even the population with special abilities has become a very sought-after resource, don't give it? Then smash it with supplies! I don't believe that there is no one who can't be smashed!

Under the coalition government, many of the soldiers who were disabled in the war lived in extreme hardship, and these disabled soldiers became the target of the Restoration Army.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

"Come in!"

With a cacophony of rubbing, the rusty door opened, revealing a young face in the dark, damp basement, not at all malnourished as the residents of the coalition government, but rosy and healthy.

In the basement, there are more than a dozen shops, and this basement of less than 20 square meters is inhabited by 17 Propelaga special forces soldiers who have lost their arms or legs because of the war.

These special forces soldiers are all soldiers who have been removed from the Combine because of their disability, and the low level of living security makes them extremely difficult, and they only have one meal a day to barely satisfy their hunger gruel, for these strong soldiers, these foods are no different from plain water.

A month ago, a man claiming to be from the Merchant Brigade of the Last Ages found them, brought them food, and persuaded them to go to a force called the Restoration Army to serve as military instructors, and their families could also go, and the pay was also very high, but they still couldn't get by by letting them abandon their compatriots.

This time the caravan group came again, and the leader of this group of semaphore disabled Lieutenant Sergei had mixed feelings, after all, the help given to them by these strangers had saved them many times in the past month.

Their new member was removed from the army because his left hand was knocked out, and the wound suppurated and worsened, and Sergei, who was already ready to give up, received a box of antibiotics from this young man! This saved the life of the newcomer.

Now that the environment is getting worse and worse, the food ration is getting less and less, it seems that they have been abandoned, and many young girls are forced to sell their bodies in exchange for food, and whenever this happens, the mysterious caravan will lend a hand.

This time Sergey decided, let's follow this young man!

Su Mingqiang at the door didn't know how many times he had been to this basement, he was a member of the field support department of the Restoration Army, and his only task now was to find valuable people and find a way to take these people away.

Looking at Sergei in front of him with a mechanical prosthesis on his right calf, Su Mingqiang was not irritated at all, he used to be a salesman, and for such a thing it was as simple as drinking water and eating.

This time, Su Mingqiang was ready to give this Maozi a reason to shake first, and as soon as they met, he greeted him with a smile on his face, raised the food bag in his hand as usual as he walked, and said enthusiastically:

"Mr. Sergey! This time, I brought you a few bottles of vodka produced by the Fuguo Army! Those people in Alpha were gone last night, don't you think about it? ”

It's very direct, not twisting and turning at all, Su Mingqiang likes the sales pitch in the last days very much, and he doesn't need to talk too much.

Sergei was going to think about it for another day, but even if the guys in Alpha were gone, why bother talking? It's the end of the world, it's enough to survive!

This time, Sergei said directly to Su Mingqiang: "Su! Stop it! We're going with you! ”

When Su Mingqiang heard this, he was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect this stubborn Maozi special forces to agree! He suddenly felt very excited, it seems that his family can get at least 3000 points of merit again, and he can buy a newly produced color TV for his family!

Looking at Sergei with a calm face, Su Mingqiang smiled politely, took out 17 passes with his number from his pocket, and handed them to Sergei with both hands, showing great respect for him.

He looked at Sergei, who was holding the pass, and said with a smile: "Mr. Sergey! It's the smartest choice you've ever made! In the evening, go to the underwriting point of the post-apocalyptic business group next to the city railway station, which will be the beginning of your new life! ”

Out of the sweat-smelling basement, listless workers roam the streets covered with snow, and the strict rationing of food has made these people lose their former vitality and become dying people.

Suddenly, when Su Mingqiang was passing through a small alley, an immature female voice came: "Sir! Please... Do you need service? Only half a compressed biscuit is required. ”

Su Mingqiang looked at the girl who was still wearing slightly revealing clothes in winter, and his heart ached, thousands of kilometers away at home, he also had a daughter as old as this Russian girl who was in her third year of high school.

The little girl looked at Su Mingqiang, who was looking at her, and suddenly blushed and didn't know what to do, but when she thought of her mother, who was still sick, she suddenly mustered up her courage and rolled up her dirty skirt a little.

She bit her lower lip and whispered, "Please, sir!" I can do anything! I just want to find my mother something to eat! My father is dead on the battlefield! Please... Be kind. ”

Looking at this tearful beautiful girl, Su Mingqiang felt very uncomfortable in his heart, according to common sense, the person who rescued this girl should be the matter of the immigration department, but now that the matter is in front of him, Su Mingqiang still decided to overstep his authority to lend a hand.

He immediately stepped forward, took out two high-quality compressed biscuits from his pocket, handed them to the little girl, and stretched out his left hand to put her hand down on her skirt.

The girl's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the two compressed biscuits in her hand, she didn't expect that someone would give her so much food in this period when food was more valuable than human life.

Su Mingqiang looked at the little girl in front of him with a smile, touched the top of her head, and said to her gently: "Little girl! I have a daughter who's your age, and you deserve to enjoy life just like her! Go to the post-apocalyptic caravan at the train station! It's going to give your family a new lease of life! ”

After that, Su Mingqiang turned around and left the alley, and the excited shouts of the girl in his ears seemed to be still echoing in his ears.