A truck slowly stopped at the entrance of the village, where several soldiers were already waiting.
Being able to arrive at this location at this time shows that these soldiers had already started marching here more than ten days ago.
The roads are rugged. In fact, most of the roads in the southern region are rugged Class III roads. In other words, according to the standards used by the Airanhill Empire military, the level of travel here is "off-road".
The new trucks are still very confident in off-road use. The technology used by Ireland's military trucks comes from the Mercedes-Benz company in the earth's civilization. It can carry several tons of cargo and fly on the most rugged roads.
Run.
This otherworldly version of this military truck also uses the most advanced magic technology. For example, it can use magic crystals to increase its defense level when necessary, and can eventually reach the minimum bulletproof level.
In addition, its most advanced model can also be equipped with floating magic technology. Using this technology can reduce the weight and load of the vehicle, allowing a car to double the transportation of materials without worrying about damaging the road or having adverse effects on the car body.
This brand-new military vehicle is still produced by the Mansgar Automobile Company and is still a royal industry, but it is produced by a subsidiary company named Mercedes.
Chris, who is full of bad taste and doesn't really like to think of names, shamelessly copied the Mercedes-Benz logo without even bothering to change it.
Presumably, if the Mercedes-Benz car company knew that Chris had sent all the advertisements to another world, it wouldn't care about it, right?
"It's been a hard journey." A soldier walked up to the car and said to his comrade who had just opened the door and jumped out of the truck.
"I hope it's not too late to get here!" The soldier who jumped out of the truck pointed to a truck of supplies behind him and said, "There are some for them and some for you!"
"Spare batteries, tents, disinfection equipment..." he said, handing the other party a loading list: "There are also vaccines for two thousand people...special medicines, vitamins, and other messy prescription drugs...
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He mockingly pointed to the cargo hold at the back of his truck and said confidently: "If you use it sparingly, these supplies are enough for you to save a city."
"Then come and help!" The soldier who was waiting at the entrance of the village with his weapon on his back did not waste any time. He walked to the back of the truck and opened the cargo door at the back, revealing the neatly stacked brown cardboard boxes inside.
Without even having time to take a break, the truck driver and the soldiers escorting the truck began to help unload the cargo one by one from the truck.
Although it was the middle of winter, they were still sweating profusely. Some soldiers even rolled up their sleeves, exposing their arms full of tendons.
"Bob! Bob! Come and help!" After moving several heavy material boxes, the squad leader seemed to have thought of something and shouted loudly to the village.
Following his shout, a soldier came out. He quickly came to the side of the truck, rolled up his sleeves, and showed an expression as if it was nothing.
Indeed, one look at his arms showed that moving boxes was really a piece of cake for him.
Because his arm is a metal puppet prosthetic with magic runes engraved on it.
This kind of prosthetic limb has been specially adjusted to have greater strength and is harder than ordinary civilian prostheses.
It is precisely because of this kind of prosthetic limb that the soldiers of the Elanshir Empire no longer care about the so-called "injury". This new type of prosthetic limb is more flexible than a real arm, and can give mortals the ability to use simple magic. In mortals,
Very popular among soldiers.
A large number of wounded people have been able to resume their lives because of this kind of prosthetic limb, and some, like Bob in front of me, can even return to the battlefield.
If necessary, insert a piece of magic crystal into the prosthetic limb, and you can temporarily possess extraordinary strength and the ability to use some low-level magic. This is not a slight improvement for an ordinary soldier.
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On a cruel battlefield, being able to use a magical defensive barrier or having ten times the power are advantages that can save one's life in an instant.
For those injured who have lost arms, legs or feet, it is undoubtedly a matter of great joy to be able to live as conveniently as they did in the past.
Similarly, for the Eilanhill Empire, the significance of puppet prostheses is even more extraordinary: you must know that 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 prosthetics, they can stand up again, not only for themselves, but also to save their families.
According to statistics, from the time the puppet prosthetics were developed until now, the Eilandhill Empire has installed prostheses on more than 300,000 people. Of these people, 70,000 have returned to their jobs, and more than 10,000 have returned to their jobs.
Serve and become the backbone of the army!
"It's a piece of cake!" Bob walked to the truck and easily picked up a box of goods. While holding the box, he said: "Thank you for arriving in time. Severe patients have begun to appear in this village.
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This team has been here for more than 5 hours. They briefly dealt with the sick civilians and then waited for these rescue supplies.
With these supplies, the rescue work soon resumed. Medical soldiers went from house to house to help clean up the sources of infection, and sprayed some insecticides to eliminate some mosquitoes.
It takes a lot of time to save a village, and the workload is naturally unimaginable. Everything here is too troublesome, so troublesome that it makes people feel dizzy.
First of all, there is no such thing as glass in these poor areas, and the windows are basically wooden frames. It is very difficult to expect these houses, which are about the same size as prisons, to isolate mosquitoes.
Mosquito repellent drugs can be effective, but these drugs themselves are not much, and it is impossible for every room to enjoy the treatment of being free of mosquito bites.
In addition, the drinking water here is also not up to standard. Although there are many disinfectant tablets delivered by truck, they are still not enough.
People generally did not have the awareness to boil water for drinking, did not pay attention to personal hygiene, and even took clothes from dead people to wear. This is the main reason why the plague can spread quickly here.
What is even more depressing is that it is already the middle of winter, and the local food harvest is basically at an end. The lack of food has become another major reason for the decline in local people's physical fitness.
It's just a fool's errand to expect these people to have a good physique even if they don't have enough to eat.
This time, the Eilandsil Empire focused on allocating enough food to go south, which was actually solving the most serious problem in the southern region.
"Stab..." He tore off the transparent tape on a cardboard box, revealing neat white boxes one by one.
Open a white box, and inside are prefabricated syringes neatly packed in blister materials. Each syringe has been filled with a sufficient amount of vaccine.
"The method of use is very simple! Have you seen this position? Don't worry about the messy things, just stick it in, and then push all the liquid inside into the opponent's body! Do you understand?" the medic demonstrated to the two soldiers.
, even if they taught these two apprentices how to treat diseases and save people.
There are not so many poor things here. Being able to inject vaccines into everyone's body as quickly as possible is saving lives!
Just inside the city of Briburn, while the officers and soldiers of the 116th Heavy Armored Grenadier Division of the Empire of Ireland were coming to arrest people, soldiers from more places were trying their best to save the most lives as quickly as possible.
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Another truck with its fenders covered in mud jolted past the entrance of the village. It was going to a village farther away, where there were still lives waiting to be saved.
These trucks belong to the transport unit of the 6th Army Group, so the doors of these trucks have white fonts with a large number "6" written on them, and on the front engine compartment covers of these trucks, there are obvious
Yellow color for identification of friend or foe.
Because there has been no coloring for too long, the edges of these numbers are a little blurry and full of mottled marks. Although some of these cars are only used for less than half a year, after serving in the army, their appearance will soon become vicissitudes of life.
Get up, whether it's a person or a vehicle...
Overhead, the roaring engine of a UH-60 helicopter flew by in a hurry, loaded with supplies and flying to a farther and more rugged place. Eiland Hill was mobilizing all the power it could mobilize to save the refugees in the southern region.
This is a battle that is more thrilling than a war, and it is also a practical test that tests the dispatching ability of the Elanthir Empire.
"Line up! Line up! Don't mess around!" Soon, the people in the village were gathered. These ragged civilians were pushing and shoving, and there was no order at all. Several people carried their backs.
Soldiers with weapons maintained order at the scene, while the remaining people tried to find ways to distribute supplies to these illiterate and undisciplined people.
Only people who have received vaccinations can receive bread and instant noodles. A huge gasoline barrel is used as a container, with firewood placed underneath, and the water inside is being boiled.
"Everyone must kill insects! Then you can only come here to drink water! Do you understand?" Next to the pushing crowd, a sergeant named Alan Hill wearing a new digital camouflage uniform shouted loudly.
It seemed that no one listened to his advice at all. Those people were all staring at the bread piled on the ground.
If there weren't two soldiers holding AK-47 assault rifles standing there, these refugees might have swarmed up and put on a show of looting supplies with actual actions——
