As the saying goes, "If you have breasts, you are a mother." In the apocalypse, the easiest way to win people's hearts is to give them something to eat. And in the cold and windy nuclear winter, a steaming cauldron with food cooked in it really attracts attention.
Focus.
The action team has a field kitchen converted from a light truck, which is equipped with various functions such as water purification, disinfection, boiling water, hot meals, and heating. It can prepare meals for a hundred people in an hour.
Big chunks of instant noodles are boiling in the big pot in the field kitchen. This is already the second generation of 'Supreme' instant noodles, which has been optimized again in terms of nutrition and calories. What about the taste..., again, as long as it doesn't kill anyone.
And since the cooks of the action team started cooking instant noodles, a large group of people in the stronghold gathered around them smelling the food. Each of these people swallowed their saliva and looked at the bubbles in the pot. Although
They were quite afraid of the various large-caliber machine guns of the action team, but they refused to leave. Instead, more and more people surrounded them.
The crowd around them became more and more dense. Perhaps because their side had a numerical advantage, someone finally had the courage to ask the cooks: "Can you give us a bite to eat? Just one bite. I'll watch you cook."
I’ve eaten so much, I’m sure I can’t finish it.”
The ferocious-looking butcher personally sat guard outside the field kitchen. To the residents in the stronghold who were all emaciated and looked like beggars, he chuckled and said, "Want to be full? No problem! But what do you give in exchange?"
When they heard that they were not rejected directly, the crowd surrounding them became a little commotion. Several people crowded in front of the butcher, pushing and shoving, and asked eagerly and to please: "Sir, what do you want? As long as we have it, we will
All for you."
"I want your lives." The butcher smiled ferociously and clapped the machine gun in his hand. Following his movements, the heavy machine guns mounted on several surrounding fire assault vehicles also moved their muzzles and aimed at them.
The restless mood was immediately suppressed, and no one dared to act rashly, but still no one left. After a few seconds of silence, someone took courage again and said to the butcher tremblingly: "Sir, our lives are not worth anything, as long as we can exchange for our stuttering
That’s fine.”
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 everyone is hungry and skinny? Can you eat so much that everyone is weak and weak? Can you eat so much that everyone is miserable and bitter? And this question is simply a tear gas, saying
When it comes to the matter of 'eating', who doesn't shed tears these days?
"We only have one meal a day."
"Sometimes even a meal is not guaranteed."
"Moreover, the quality of the food was very poor. Some people vomited and had diarrhea after eating it. They made themselves dirty and undignified, and even died inexplicably."
"People die almost every day, and no one knows how long they can hold on."
The residents in the stronghold began to cry as they talked. All their anger, hope, and dignity had disappeared due to lack of food. In fact, they couldn't even grab a handful now because they only looked at the bleak faces.
I know they don't have the strength.
The members of the town's action team originally looked at these people in front of them with joking eyes and expressions, but when they saw their hands and feet trembling and tears streaming down their faces, they inevitably felt a little pity.
These were all Americans in the past, but some followed Victor Hugo and finally had a secure life. Some drifted with the crowd and hung out aimlessly, and died if they couldn't survive. In the end of the world when the whole world is unlucky, one person's
Fate is so insignificant.
The Butcher originally thought about motivating these stronghold residents with words, but now it seems that it is completely unnecessary. These people really just want to be stuttered and are willing to do anything. He said in a deep voice: "We need some
For those who are willing to join us, we will at least ensure that they have enough food and clothing."
As soon as the recruitment declaration was announced, skinny arms stretched out from below, and everyone pushed forward with all their strength, shouting heartbreakingly: "I..., I am willing to join. Sir, accept me."
You can do anything you want me to do, as long as you stutter."
The surging crowd almost drowned the tall and strong butcher. This time no one paid attention to his ferocious and ugly face. Instead, everyone was as excited as seeing an angel. The butcher roared: "That's enough. Anyone who wants to join can join in."
Get in line. We have enough food to feed you."
The news that the action team was willing to provide food spread like a gust of wind throughout the settlement. Almost everyone rushed over, no one was willing to let go of such a good thing. As for the detail that eating the action team's food would require one's life to be sacrificed.
No one cares at all.
The long queue stretched for tens of meters and was crowded with people. The people in the back row looked at the people in front of them with hope, while the people in the front row were holding plates and laughing.
Mouth.
It was useless for Hoffman's people to come. Beatings, scoldings, and threats were all useless. No one could stop a group of desperate people from living. Even Hoffman himself came out in person, which was in vain.
The majesty of a leader is not worth a bowl of batter.
"The entire North American region has been severely damaged. It would be very difficult to search a city or a building with dozens of us. But with the hundreds of people in front of us, the difficulty of our task has been greatly reduced. There are
When there are more people, it is easier to get things done."
Zhou Qingfeng stood behind the field kitchen, looking solemnly at the stronghold residents who were happily eating noodles, and was already thinking about how to organize and use them.
The butcher stood aside and said: "Now give them about a thousand calories of liquid food per meal, rest for a day or two to allow their gastrointestinal function to recover, and then take in three thousand calories per meal to restore their physical fitness. These people need four to five
You can only start working after the Queen of Heaven, otherwise it is easy to die in large numbers due to overwork."
"I understand that the current situation cannot be rushed and must be taken slowly. Waiting for a week or so is just to better achieve the goal." Zhou Qingfeng was still calm, "If necessary, we can also find a way to contact other nearby humans.
Settlement and increase manpower as much as possible.”
"Then I will contact Havana immediately and ask Lena Fox to continue sending transport planes to transport supplies to us." The butcher knew very well that no matter how precious fuel is now, any request of the action team will be met, and there will be no calculation of the cost.
Zhou Qingfeng's action was only allowed to succeed and not fail.