Chapter 287 Distribution of Space Supplies

The helicopter's rotors sliced ​​through the mountain air currents, landing steadily on the open ground of the high-altitude camp before the roar of the storm surge caught up with its fuselage.

As soon as Ling Huanwu jumped off the plane with Zhou Jiuzhen, before she could even stand up straight, she took two steps back quietly while everyone was organizing their equipment, and gently waved her palm downwards.

The next second, a group of figures suddenly appeared in the open space in the center of the camp.

The villagers who had been taken into the space earlier, along with the suspension bridge that had lost half its rope, landed intact on the ground, the floor still damp with sea mist.

"What... what's going on?" Political Commissar Hao, who had just arrived, suddenly stopped in his tracks, the enamel mug in his hand slamming against his waist with a "clatter," his eyes wide open.

The soldiers nearby held their breath, having just witnessed this group of people vanish into thin air at the edge of the valley cliff, and now watching them reappear on the same spot.

Many people subconsciously rubbed their eyes, thinking that the fog before the storm surge had gotten into their eyes.

The villagers were even more confused than they were.

Grandpa Li was still clutching the apple he had picked from the space, while the child in his aunt's arms was still muttering, "The granary that shines."

As soon as I landed, I saw the familiar camp tents.

The two looked at each other and saw the bewilderment of "questioning life" in each other's eyes.

They couldn't believe that one moment they were in a "paradise" full of food, and the next they were standing in a camp. If word got out, probably no one would believe it.

"Don't just stand there!" Zhou Jiuzhen's voice suddenly rang out. He took the megaphone handed to him by a soldier, and the volume drowned out the sound of the distant waves. "The storm surge is expected to arrive in ten minutes. All villagers, pack your things immediately and come with me to the training ground to take shelter!"

Ling Huanwu also quickly stepped forward to help the elderly man with mobility issues, saying, "The training ground doors are sturdy and can withstand the wind and waves, everyone hurry up and follow!"

Political Commissar Hao then came to his senses and immediately ordered the soldiers to take action.

"Each class should go separately to notify the villagers in the outer tents that everyone must assemble at the training ground within five minutes!"

The crowd instantly sprang into action.

The villagers, who had just emerged from the space, didn't have time to ponder the strange events that had just occurred, and followed the main group to the training ground.

Some people helped carry supplies, while others held the children's hands. The once noisy camp was soon left with only soldiers packing up tents.

As the last person rushed into the training ground, Zhou Jiuzhen personally closed the heavy iron gate, locking it shut with a clang.

Soon, the sound of howling wind came from outside the door, mixed with the loud crashing of waves against the mountain wall.

Inside the room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Only Political Commissar Hao quietly pulled Zhou Jiuzhen aside and asked in a low voice, "Tell me the truth, what exactly happened just now? With so many eyes watching, how are we going to explain and report this?"

Zhou Jiuzhen glanced at Ling Huanwu, who was wiping the child's sweat not far away, his eyes full of doting. He patted Ling Huanwu's shoulder and said, "Let's wait until the storm surge passes before we talk about it. If we can't explain it, we won't. Let's just tell the truth!"

After all, no matter how hard they racked their brains, they could never have imagined that a personal space had saved them.

They would only assume it was a miracle from Mazu.

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The heavy iron gate couldn't stop the increasingly fierce wind outside the training ground, the sound like the roar of countless ferocious beasts, making the door bolt tremble slightly.

The villagers peered through the cracks in the door.

The once verdant valley was now swallowed up by a hazy, yellow mist.

The first storm surge arrived like a galloping wild horse, carrying tens of thousands of tons of seawater as it rushed in from the mouth of the valley.

A hundred-meter-high wall of water crashed against the mountainside, instantly snapping groves of pine trees.

The tree trunk, as thick as a bowl, was swept into the waves like a straw, spinning and crashing into the rocks on the other side. The "crack" sound could be heard clearly even through the iron gate.

The waves carried pebbles, broken logs, and even tiles from a collapsed mountain temple. As they surged downstream, they uprooted all the bushes in their path.

“That’s the direction my house is going!” Auntie said, her voice trembling as she peered through the crack in the door.

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed and saw that the storm surge had already swept over the abandoned terraced fields halfway up the mountain.

The villages at the foot of the mountain were not spared either.

The dilapidated stone house collapsed under the impact of the waves.

The thatched roofs flew off like pieces of paper, and the pigsties and chicken coops that the villagers had worked so hard to build were instantly razed to the ground. Even the fishing nets that were drying on the roof beams were swept into the raging sea.

Some young soldiers couldn't help but clench their fists, looking anxiously at the wooden boxes and pottery jars floating in the waves.

Zhou Jiuzhen held his shoulder, his voice as deep as iron: "Wait a little longer, the tide hasn't passed yet."

No sooner had he finished speaking than an even louder roar came from outside.

That was the only profitable salt-producing area on the west side of the island that was destroyed by the flood.

The snow-white salt mounds mixed with seawater created a dazzling white spectacle in the waves, and the once neat salt fields were transformed into a vast expanse of water in the blink of an eye.

Water vapor seeped in through the cracks in the iron gate, carrying a salty, fishy smell.

The villagers fell silent, staring intently outside as they watched their homes, built with half a lifetime of hard work, crumble before the face of this natural disaster.

Aunt Liu's house collapsed, and even the village's only well was filled with mud and sand by the waves.

The storm surge was still surging downstream, the waves crashing against the rocks of the pier, splashing water higher than the rooftops.

The fishing boats that were originally moored on the shore were overturned, and the sound of the planks breaking became the most jarring noise at that moment.

The training ground was completely silent, with only the sound of the wind and waves roaring outside.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the roars outside gradually subsided.

Zhou Jiuzhen peeked through the crack in the door and saw that the valley was filled with murky seawater, and the village at the foot of the mountain was in a mess.

Only a few broken walls and pillars are still swaying on the water. The once vibrant island now looks as if it has been stripped of its flesh, a scene of devastation.

The third day of the storm surge.

Food supplies in the camp were running out, and the storm surge outside showed no signs of abating.

Originally, Political Commissar Hao was squatting by the rice bin, worrying about what to give to the villagers for dinner that night.

Ling Huanwu came to the kitchen and asked the soldiers in the cooking squad if they had any food to share with her.

The cooks looked troubled as they glanced at Political Commissar Hao, who was squatting by the rice bin smoking.

They knew, of course, that Ling Huanwu was pregnant and wanted to get her something to eat.

Unfortunately, even a skilled cook can't cook without rice.

Political Commissar Hao stood up, tapped his empty pipe, and said apologetically, "Sister-in-law, please drink some water to tide you over. We're really out of food..."

Ling Huanwu leaned closer to the rice jar, opened the lid, and pointed at it with a suspicious look. "Isn't this a full jar of rice? How can you say there's no rice?"

As she spoke, she opened another earthenware jar, her voice filled with even more confusion, "There's still so much food and cured meat. Commissar Hao, are you deliberately withholding food from me, a pregnant woman?"

Ling Huanwu deliberately teased and joked with Political Commissar Hao.

Political Commissar Hao and the soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment. "What nonsense are you talking about? The earthenware jar is clearly empty..."

As they spoke, the group craned their necks to look at the two large vats.

The next second, they were all dumbfounded and motionless, as if the word "shock" had shattered their souls.