Amid the noisy standoff, the medical support team behind Hua Mi came to her aid.
They pushed out carts from the warehouse in City B, each cart piled high with bottles of orange juice.
The survivors on the opposite side immediately became agitated.
Elderly people began to lead their children out of the line.
However, he was stopped by a strong and powerful man.
The man had dyed yellow hair and a fierce look on his face.
"Where are you going? We're all in this together. How could you be so easily divided? Go back!"
They put in a lot of effort to gather these survivors, and even specifically targeted survivors with elderly people and children to persuade them.
They told the families with elderly people and children that there was a supply depot just ahead, but it was being occupied by the garrison and not being distributed to them, the survivors of the disaster.
If everyone works together with one heart and one mind, we can force the garrison to hand over the supply depot.
Once the garrison is driven away, the entire massive supply depot will be theirs.
Such words are highly inflammatory, especially to those who are struggling through the rain with their families, including elderly people and children.
They were already starving, and hunger left them no time to think. They could only follow the instigators to the B City supply depot.
What is the purpose? The purpose is simply to have something to eat.
Yes, the goal is just to have something to eat.
The elderly man, who was being stopped, held his grandson tightly and said to the person who was blocking his way, "..."
"Move aside, my grandson is so thirsty he's about to drink this weird rainwater. Didn't you see the orange juice over there at the garrison?"
This strange rainwater, when it falls to the ground, will solidify like jelly in no time and won't flow at all.
I wonder if it will cause any serious problems if I eat it.
So anyone with a brain knows that you shouldn't drink this jelly-like water, don't drink it, don't drink it.
But when you're starving, you can't drink this jelly water, and there's nothing else to eat.
Fortunately, I didn't see anyone get poisoned while drinking jelly water the whole way.
Now, when the elderly and children are extremely thirsty, nothing can stop them from rushing towards the rows of orange juice.
Besides, the reason they came here was simply for a bite to eat.
Seeing that he couldn't stop the old man from leading the child away from the 2,000 survivors, the man who had been instigating them turned menacing and pulled out a knife.
The survivor let out a terrified cry.
Hua Mi watched coldly. That's human nature. No one is afraid of guards with guns, but a villain with a knife is terrifying.
It's just a case of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, because everyone knows that the garrison won't harm civilians.
Even if the garrison has guns.
"Go back!"
They incited the thugs to point their knives at the elderly man in front of them, forcing him to lead the child back into the group of 2,000 people.
The old woman was frightened; a small, gleaming fruit knife was being thrust in front of her.
The child in her arms suddenly shook off her grandmother's hand.
"No, I want orange juice!"
The child took off running towards Hua Mi, refusing to listen to the man with the knife.
When the earthquake struck, he, his father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother were all buried in the rubble.
It was their city's garrison rescue team that dug their whole family out of the rubble.
Although his father, mother, and grandfather had all gone to faraway places, he knew that the people stationed there were all good people.
At such a young age, he felt a sense of familiarity upon seeing the uniforms worn by the garrison soldiers.
Those bad uncles were hitting the garrison with stones, and he didn't want to play with them.
The child took off running, and the man with the knife cursed "Damn it!" as he turned and stabbed the child in the back with the knife.
"Ah!" the old man cried out in terror upon seeing this.
"Ah!!!" The survivors screamed in terror upon seeing this.
Just as the knife in the instigator's hand was about to plunge into the child's back, a bullet was fired, hitting the man in the temple.
The bullet pierced his brain, a spray of blood flew out, and the spent cartridge fell to the ground.
The instigator stood still, not having reacted yet, when all he saw was the child who had already run up to Hua Mi.
He fell to the ground, his last thought being that he had been careless and shouldn't have been so sure the garrison wouldn't fire.
As the saying goes, "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down," and he became the first one to be killed by the garrison.
Who else?
The survivors, who had been noisy and imposing, fell silent in an instant.
It was as if the computer had crashed; I didn't dare to move at all.
The garrison remained silent, and so did the survivors.
There's really nothing to say about this; everyone saw what happened clearly just now.
If the garrison hadn't fired, the little boy would probably have been killed by the man with the knife.
Therefore, no one can blame the garrison for this.
We should also thank the garrison for saving a child.
The child's grandmother, still shaken, followed the boy and ran to Hua Mi's side.
While the two sides were locked in a stalemate, Hua Mi looked down at the little boy with bright, sparkling eyes and handed him a bottle of orange juice.
Looking at the old man behind the boy, Hua Mi asked:
"I didn't drink orange juice for nothing."
"ah?"
The elderly person didn't realize what was happening. Wasn't it said that they could receive supplies for free once they came over?
Under the old man's questioning gaze, Hua Mi pushed out a cart from behind her, on which was a large pile of straw.
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