The so-called 'milk is a mother', in the last days if you want to win people's hearts, the easiest way is to give a bite to eat. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAnd in the cold and windy nuclear winter, the cauldron boiling food and steaming is really the focus of attention.

The team has a field kitchen converted from a light truck, which has all kinds of functions such as water purification, disinfection, boiling water, hot meals, heating, etc. In an hour, you can make a meal for 100 people.

Large pieces of instant noodles are cooked in a cauldron in the field kitchen, which is already the second generation of 'Supreme' instant noodles, which has been optimized again in terms of nutrition and calories. The taste is ......, it's still the same sentence, just eat the dead.

And since the cooking soldiers of the task force started cooking instant noodles, a large group of people in the stronghold automatically surrounded the stronghold when they smelled the food. The people swallowed their saliva one by one, and looked at the bubbling bubbles in the pot with dazed eyes. Although they were quite afraid of the various large-caliber machine guns of the action team, they just did not leave, but surrounded more and more people.

The crowd around became denser and denser, perhaps because their side had a numerical advantage, and finally someone had the courage to ask the cook, "Give us a bite to eat, okay?" Just one bite. I see you've cooked so much, you'll never be able to finish it. ”

The fierce-looking butcher himself sat down and stood guard outside the field kitchen. For the emaciated and beggar-like residents in the stronghold, he laughed and said, "Want to eat? No problem! But what do you get in exchange? ”

When I heard that I was not directly refused, the crowd around me was a little commotionous. Several people crowded in front of the butcher and asked eagerly and flatteringly, "Sir, what do you want?" As long as we have, we will give it to you. ”

"I want your lives." The butcher slapped the machine gun in his hand with a smirk. And as he moved, the heavy machine guns mounted on several surrounding fire assault vehicles also moved their muzzles and aimed at them.

The restless mood was immediately contained, and no one dared to act rashly, but still no one left. After a few seconds of silence, someone summoned up his courage again and said to the butcher with trepidation: "Sir, our lives are not worth much, as long as we can exchange them for stuttering." ”

The butcher did not let go easily, he sat on the frame of the field kitchen and asked condescendingly, "Don't you have enough to eat in the stronghold?" ”

Isn't this nonsense? Can you eat so much that you are hungry and skinny? Can you eat enough to be weak and weak? Can you eat enough to be sad and bitter? And this question is simply a tear gas, when it comes to the matter of 'eating', who hasn't been sad and tearful these days?

"We only have one meal a day."

"Sometimes you can't even guarantee a meal."

"And the quality of the food is still very poor, some people eat it, vomit and diarrhea, make themselves dirty and undignified, and die inexplicably."

"People die almost every day, and no one can tell how long they can last?"

The inhabitants of the colony wept as they spoke, and all their anger, hope, and dignity were lost to the lack of food. In fact, they can't grab a handful of them now, because they don't have the strength just by looking at their bleak faces.

The members of the action team in the town were originally looking at these people in front of them with playful eyes and expressions, but looking at the other party's trembling hands and feet and tearful appearance, it was inevitable to feel a little pity.

These used to be Americans, just some who followed Victor. Hugo, I finally have a living guarantee. Some people who drift with the crowd and are aimless, and if they can't get aimless, they die. In the last days, when the whole world is unlucky, the fate of one person is too insignificant.

The butcher had been thinking about whether he wanted to motivate the inhabitants of the colony with words, but now it seemed completely unnecessary. These people are really willing to do anything as long as they stutter. He said in a deep voice: "We need some people, who are willing to join us, and we will at least ensure that they are fed and clothed." ”

As soon as the recruitment declaration was announced, thin arms were immediately stretched out from below, and everyone squeezed forward with all their might, shouting loudly and heartbreakingly: "I ......, I am willing to join." Sir, take me. Let me do whatever I want, as long as I stutter. ”

The surging crowd almost overwhelmed the tall and sturdy butcher, and this time no one cared about his fierce and ugly face, but was as excited as they were to see an angel. The butcher roared and yelled, "Enough, those who want to join should line up." We have enough food to feed you. ”

The squad's willingness to provide food spread through the settlement like a gust of wind. Almost everyone pounced, and no one wanted to let go of such a good thing. As for eating the squad's stuff and having to sell your life, no one cares about this detail at all.

The long queue was dozens of meters away, and the crowd was crowded. The people in the back row looked at the people in front of them with hopeful eyes, and the people in the front row held the plates and smiled from ear to ear.

It was useless for Hoffman's people to come, whipping, scolding, threatening, and no tricks were good. No one can stop a group of desperate people from living. Even Hoffman himself came out in vain, and the majesty of the leader was not worth a bowl of batter.

"The whole of North America is so badly damaged that it's hard for dozens of us to search a city, not to mention a building. But with these hundreds of people in front of us, the difficulty of our task is greatly reduced. Sometimes, more people are better things. ”

Zhou Qingfeng stood at the back of the field kitchen, looking at the residents of the stronghold who were happy to eat noodles with solemn eyes, and he was already thinking about how to organize and use them.

The butcher stood aside and said, "Now give them about 1,000 calories of liquid food at each meal, recuperate for a day or two to restore their gastrointestinal function, and then take 3,000 calories per meal to restore their physical strength." These people need four or five days before they can start working, or they can easily die en masse from overwork. ”

"I understand that the current situation cannot be rushed, and it must be done slowly. Wait a week or so just to achieve your goal. Zhou Qingfeng was still calm, "If necessary, we can also find a way to contact other human settlements nearby to increase the number of people as much as possible." ”

"Then I'll contact Havana at once, and let Lina. Fox continued to send transport planes to transport supplies to us. "The butcher understands that no matter how precious fuel is now, any request of the team will be met, and there is no question of the cost.

Zhou Qingfeng's action is only allowed to succeed, not to fail. (To be continued.) )