Chapter 117: Take care of lunch
Another gunshot rang out, and he plunged headfirst into the snow with his eyes wide open.
The blood instantly dyed the surrounding snow red.
"cool."
Liang Yingsheng blew a whistle, and with a sharp move of his sword, he killed the remaining two men.
Accompanied by the sound of messy footsteps, Liang Zhimo appeared with everyone, and they were all stunned to see the corpses all over the ground.
"Sister Sheng, did you kill all these people?"
Xue Kai pointed at the ground, his fingers trembling slightly.
Liang Yingsheng shrugged, "Uncle, you win."
Uncle?
A few people were slightly surprised, and Yi Songping had already jumped down from a nearby tree.
"You're not bad either."
Liang Yingsheng smiled and said, "There are a lot of supplies in the cave. Cao Lei, thank you for your help."
Cao Lei nodded, "It's my duty."
Even if Liang Yingsheng took away a lot, the supplies in the cave would be enough for the people in the shelter to eat for a few days as long as they were frugal. Most importantly, there was a lot of firewood at the door.
The purpose of their visit was to chop wood.
Cao Lei was delighted. "The captain can't come over to support me, so please come with me a few more times. We've made so many gains today and wiped out a gang. I'll report it and reward you."
Even though supplies are scarce now, those who have made contributions must still be rewarded, so as to inspire more survivors.
The country cannot support them forever. Sooner or later, they have to rely on themselves to support themselves.
Liang Yingsheng asked two ladies to stay and wait. Since Yi Songping was injured, Liang Zhimo stayed to help him treat his wound.
There are a lot of medicines in the cave of this group of criminals, but unfortunately they are all outsiders and don’t know much about medicine, so most of what they stockpile are useless.
After searching for a long time, Liang Zhimo finally found some iodine and alcohol. The bandages were from Liang Yingsheng and were always ready in his backpack.
After three trips back and forth, several people worked together to move all the supplies away, and the snow started falling again.
The snowflakes were very large, and in a short while a thin layer of snow covered the corpses.
"My name is Liang Yingsheng, and this is my brother Liang Zhimo. Uncle, how about coming back to the shelter with us?"
Liang Yingsheng took the initiative to extend his hand towards Yi Songping.
Staring at the white and tender hand, Yi Songping hesitated for a moment, thinking of his own daughter. If she had not died of illness, she should be about the same age as this little girl, right?
Liang Yingsheng knew Yi Songping's introverted personality, but she had all the leverage over her former master in her grasp.
"My father was a heavy drinker, to be honest. We had an RV with a nice collection of wine."
As soon as he heard the word "wine", Yi Songping's eyes lit up.
He stretched out his calloused hand and shook Liang Yingsheng's, "Yi Songping."
On the way back, we encountered a small group of zombies. Dozens of zombies were wandering in the snow and ice. Because the weather was too cold, their movement speed was greatly slowed down.
Judging from the appearance, it is not much faster than a turtle.
Retracting the telescope, Liang Yingsheng unfolded the city map and studied the locations of several large warehouses and supermarkets in Jiangcheng.
"Although extreme cold is unbearable, the absolute cold can slow down the zombies. We should take this opportunity to go out and look for supplies."
Cao Lei, who was steering the car, looked at Liang Yingsheng in surprise when he heard this. "Ms. Liang, your idea coincides with our captain's!"
hehe--
She has a big prejudice against Captain Xiao!
He had originally gone out just to look for firewood but brought back an unexpected surprise. Zheng Zhiwei from Jiangnan Middle School gave Liang Yingsheng and others ten packets of instant noodles and half a pound of rice, which was polished rice.
After the extreme cold came, the food in the cafeteria was greatly reduced. When people passing by saw a few people carrying supplies back, they all looked at them with envy.
Zheng Zhiwei struck while the iron was hot. "Everyone, we are now facing a severe test of extreme cold weather, but this weather has greatly reduced the zombies' mobility. You can form teams to go out and find supplies. You only need to hand in half of the supplies you find, and the rest is yours to distribute freely."
Only they themselves knew that the supplies at Jiangnan Middle School were almost gone. Due to the extreme cold, vegetables could not be grown, so they had to eat the stored food during this period.
There are more than a thousand survivors, but they can no longer support them.
Zheng Zhiwei held a loudspeaker and said, "From now on, our strategic base will continue to protect this hard-earned home for everyone. The cafeteria will change from two meals a day to one meal a day. If you don't want to starve or freeze to death, you will need to pay for the fruits of your labor."
Liang Yingsheng was helping Yi Songping find out if there was anyone in the dormitory who needed to share a bed.
There are too many people in the teaching building, and given Yi Songping's personality, he will probably have to leave soon.
Although the dormitory building is also shared, four people in a room is better than more than ten people in a room.
I had just paid two months' accommodation fee when I heard Zheng Zhiwei say this.
It is said that Xiao Yan was called back by the leader of the strategic base. For some reason, she always felt that something big was going to happen in the near future.
"Sis, if the policy is suddenly changed, I'm afraid these survivors will make a scene."
Liang Zhimo followed behind her, looking at the growing crowd on the playground, and whispered.
"There will definitely be a fuss. I used to only provide two meals a day, but now I only provide one. However, this is the right thing to do. No one is a big complainer, so why should we always support others?"
The previous management of Jiangnan Middle School was already very good, at least compared to the places she had stayed in in the simulator.
However, in order to take better care of humans, the military provides most of the supplies.
I guess the warehouse is almost empty now because the income is not enough to cover the expenses.
No matter when, a person has to rely on himself to survive. If he blindly relies on others, when the day comes that the person who supports you is gone, won't he starve to death?
"Why? Even in the extreme cold there are dangers. Those zombies are still there. We are just ordinary people who can't lift anything. How can we fight against the zombies?"
"That's right, we're also working in the shelter. It's just that the weather hasn't allowed us to grow crops. You're soldiers serving the people. Isn't it your responsibility to protect us?"
It was freezing cold outside, but these people were making a lot of noise as if they were full of energy.
Perhaps having anticipated this scene, Zheng Zhiwei fired a shot into the air.
'Bang--'
A huge noise came from above their heads, and Cao Lei, Lu Dashuai and other military police officers in charge of Jiangnan Middle School raised their guns.
Zheng Zhiwei continued, "I think you haven't yet grasped reality. This is the end of the world. We've provided safe accommodation. If you don't want to, you can move out. We won't try to keep you. Aside from the elderly and children, there will be teams out every day looking for supplies."
He paused, his eyes sweeping over everyone present. "Of course, I still don't force you to do anything. I'll just provide you with one meal at noon every day. If you want to survive well in this apocalypse, you still need to rely on yourselves."
However, quite a few men in their prime expressed their support.
This decision was not a disadvantage for them, as they only had to hand over half of the supplies they found, and they could keep more food.
(End of this chapter)
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