Chapter 830 Service Station Lost Contact
The atmosphere in all the convoys became tense. The conductor Sanliang checked everyone again and recruited ten more people. In addition to quickly digging toilets and boiling water, they also dug snow fortresses and traps at both ends.
Just pour water on it and shape the snow into shapes. After a while, a hard and thick ice wall appeared, which gave people a sense of security. However, when some people saw the empty and terrifying eyes of dozens of green giants, they thought, why build a wall when these green giants are so terrifying.
"Shu, we still have to take precautions before going to bed at night. I will keep watch at night so that your father and mother can have a good sleep when they come back. Jinglai can also report to the cafeteria with peace of mind tomorrow. Youai also has to deal with work with her tutor tomorrow, and her grandmother has to cook tomorrow. When you think about it, an old man like me is the one with the most free time." Jing Ye made the decision right away.
I ignored the fact that there was also a lazy person named Jingshu at home.
Okay, that's decided. Although Jingshu feels that it is unnecessary, if it really comes to the point where she has to rely on the old man to detect the arrival of the enemy, then Jingshu will not have to support so many Hulks and mud mermaids.
There are also many snakes and insects around, which are all Jingshu's little eyes.
On average, there is a mud mermaid scouting every hundred meters underground, so it is no exaggeration to say that there is a hundred-step sentry post.
Jingshu is the one who fears death the most. It is no exaggeration to say that Jingshu can tell how many living people there are within a few kilometers around her.
Despite this, Jingshu still said seriously: "Okay, Master, then you will keep watch tonight. Our Hulk is around. If the Hulk makes any unusual movements, you will wake us up."
For this reason, Grandma Jing was unusually considerate and prepared some warming soup, two taels of pork head, a pile of peanuts, some snacks, a patrol coat, ***, etc. for Grandpa Jing.
Not to mention, with Master Jing keeping watch, everyone's initial inexplicable restlessness became safer.
Jingshu had forgotten whether such a thing had happened in her previous life. At that time, they belonged to the third batch of migrants. Although they encountered many things on the way, they didn't have to worry as long as the town government was there.
The only thing that worries me is whether I can catch up with the progress today, whether I can choose a good location to stay and have a bowl of hot soup, whether my butt will be frozen when going to the toilet, whether I will be bitten by carrion bugs at night, and other issues that concern my comfort.
At eight o'clock in the evening, all the hiking migrants arrived at the service station. Those who arrived earlier had already prepared the day's food and hot soup. The noisy sounds from over there could be heard from hundreds of meters away. Perhaps it was because of the novelty or perhaps they had not yet adapted.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the lights of the convoy dimmed. The people walking on the other side of the tunnel also quieted down. Apart from the occasional footsteps and patrol sounds, no other sounds could be heard outside.
The tunnel at the other end was densely packed with people sleeping. At both ends, they also imitated the convoy and built protruding ice walls to provide cover and block the wind.
The big guys didn't mind being crowded. It was so cold outside that they wanted to hug each other tightly to keep warm and sleep.
At twelve o'clock in the evening, Jing's mother and father came back after holding an emergency preparatory meeting. Jing's grandmother left two bowls of chicken soup and poached eggs for them. After they finished eating, the lights in the RV were finally turned off.
Jingshu slept on the bed in the 270° panoramic sunroof, with the Hulk King at her feet, two liquid cuties at her hands, and a fat chicken beside the bed. She fell asleep quietly in this strange combination.
No words were spoken that night.
Even for several days afterwards, there was no news about the robbers. Even when the large migrating group passed by National Highway 312, nothing happened. Of course, they also encountered a lot of messy little things on the way.
For example, if a car in the fleet runs out of gas and the fuel truck hasn't arrived yet, with so many cars in the fleet, they have to wait. There's no other way, because the police car is responsible for everyone's safety... Then they try to borrow another car, but they're told they'll sell it for a high price, and the owner of the car that's out of gas doesn't want to buy it...
Well, I finally borrowed some in a police car.
The oil delivery truck is one of the collaborations between the Food Department and the Oil Transport Division.
You said the fleet couldn't be as straightforward as Jingshu's family when migrating, storing several tons of fuel and carrying it on their backs? What's even more outrageous is that they even brought charging stations with them.
Of course, we can't learn from Jingshu's family.
Transportation, transplanting of fruits and vegetables, etc., all require oil on the road, so there are oil transport companies that provide special vehicles for transportation.
Then the wealthy people in the Ministry of Food would use the oil they obtained through their connections to deposit with the Oil Transport Bureau. When delivering the oil to the government, they would take some kickbacks and also deliver the oil to private individuals. The gasoline was all their own, so why would they need to buy it temporarily?
Sorry, it doesn’t matter. You really can’t get gas without money.
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For example, people who were migrating on foot got into a fight because they didn't want to sleep on the edge at night... or someone in a caravan slept with his sister-in-law, which caused all sorts of trouble, and so on.
After crossing National Highway 312, everyone gradually forgot about the robbers and devoted themselves to their current lives. During this migration, most people had to go to work.
For example, my third aunt works in the logistics canteen. She still has to arrive at the service station two hours before mealtime every day and start directing people to dig pits, light fires, boil water, cook, calculate portions, etc. Human beings not only need to eat, but also go to the toilet, have accommodation issues, and sometimes get sick. There are so many things to do along the way.
Simply put, eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, clothing, food, housing and transportation, every item must be arranged in a coordinated manner. If any link is not arranged well, it will affect the next link. The links are linked together and will affect the progress. If the service station does not reserve food in advance, and there are problems with the transportation personnel, resulting in a supply chain break, oh no, I guess the entire migration team will be in chaos.
After 16 days and 400 kilometers of walking, Jiang Jiang walked out of the map of the Northwest and just arrived at the territory of Xinlan. The third and fourth batches of hiking migrants have all set off, including Jingshu, who stayed in the factory of the last batch of migration, and are now on the road.
At this point, all 3 million people in Wucheng had embarked on the Long March! This battlefront was too vast, and there were too many things to coordinate along the way. To this day, Jingshu hadn't heard from Jun Bao again.
No news is good news.
When people had forgotten about the robbery, shocking news came.
There was an accident at the Liudaowan Service Station at the junction of Xinlan!
1:00 p.m.
"Stop, everyone get out of the car and assemble! Turn off all lights and engines! From now on, no one is allowed to speak loudly or make any noise!"
The convoy stopped in a tunnel 2 kilometers away from the Liudaowan Service Station. Police cars blocked the tunnel entrance. They gathered everyone out and, after checking and verifying the identities, briefly explained what had happened.
"The Liudaowan Service Station was robbed by unknown forces half an hour ago. The group carrying supplies from Xinlan to Wucheng, a total of 30 armed personnel, as well as Wucheng's 10 logistics personnel and 30 armed personnel, have all lost contact."
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