Chapter 116 What do you want to do?
The wind and snow gradually grew stronger, and Jing Hongyu was busy delivering hot water to every room.
The fourth brother caught up with him and whispered, "What are you busy with? Didn't you say you would give up on these patients?"
Jing Hongyu bent down and shoveled the clean snow into the bucket, panting and saying, "I won't give up. These are the people we rescued together back then. We will save them to the end."
The fourth brother glanced at the batches of vacuum-packed rice being carried down the river not far away, and said angrily, "Are you crazy, Jing Hongyu? If you let them eat all this now, how will we, the psychics, reach District 9?"
Jing Hongyu pushed him away and walked towards the water boiler with the bucket in hand. "I contacted Senior Ji Lan. She said she would ask the commander of District 9 to bring food and psychics for support."
"Ha!" As if hearing something extremely absurd and unrealistic, the fourth brother sneered, "I'm really impressed by you. What kind of drug did Ji Lan give you? You gave her the deputy commander and obeyed her orders, and yet you insisted that the two of you were not having an affair. How can there be innocence between a man and a woman..."
Jing Hongyu put down the bucket, turned around and punched him in the mouth, knocking him to the ground in the snow. He angrily scolded him: "That's enough. It's not difficult to admit her excellence. Don't attribute all her achievements to improper relationships just because of her gender!"
The fourth brother glared at him with bared teeth: "Jing Hongyu, I've been brothers with you for so many years, and you actually attacked me just for a word!"
"More than one sentence." Jing Hongyu looked at him and said tiredly, "You, I, we, said more than one sentence. Just because she doesn't care doesn't mean she doesn't care. Senior Ji Lan is already extremely disappointed in us, and she is willing to ask others for support, and you are still saying bad things about her."
"Fool! She lied to you, how could she possibly come! Do you know what the most valuable things are in the apocalypse? Psychics and supplies! If you were the commander of District 9, would you waste fuel and precious supplies traveling thousands of miles to rescue these useless, ordinary people who will need all sorts of help in the future?"
Jing Hongyu couldn't refute him, and a trace of hesitation flashed across his face.
When all work and production were stopped, the huge amount of daily consumption was a heavy burden for each base, and each survivor base was barely able to maintain operation.
One of the reasons they were unwilling to surrender to the zombies and accept exile was that they were afraid that if everyone gathered together and there was no food supply, they would still face destruction.
However, the dream diary transmitted from District 9 never mentioned the problem of insufficient supplies, and Ji Lan's tone at the time was also very firm.
Thinking of her, Jing Hongyu's wavering confidence slowly settled, and he said firmly: "Yes, I believe her."
The fourth brother stood up and cursed, "Believe me, I've finally figured it out. Following your idealism will only lead to a dead end. You don't even know how reluctant those psychics are to take care of the patients. If I hadn't come to persuade you, they would have revolted long ago. As soon as the snow stops, those people will take the space psychics and leave. Then I'll see what you can do!"
Jing Hongyu put down the bucket and strode towards the direction where the psychics were gathering.
The fourth brother caught up and stopped him: "Damn, you're not going to fight them, are you? Don't go, Jing Hongyu, no one will help you if a fight breaks out now! Besides, everyone wants to live for themselves. They just don't want to be morally kidnapped like you, sacrificing themselves for nothing to be good people. Are you going to burn all the superpowers to death because of this?"
Although what the fourth brother said was unpleasant, it was often extremely realistic, like countless steel knives nailing Jing Hongyu to the spot, unable to take another step forward.
He was breathing heavily, feeling as if he had been punched countless times. He clenched his teeth, veins popped out on his neck, and finally his eyes turned red and his voice was hoarse as if it had been quenched by anger.
"Okay, you can go, but you can't take everything."
The snow didn't stop until the next morning. District 15, which had already been divided once, was divided again. More than 200 psychics took away a quarter of the supplies and vehicles with sufficient fuel.
It wasn't fair, but Jing Hongyu had no choice. His injuries from the fight with the Zombie King hadn't healed yet, and he couldn't go into battle with his own people for something.
There were still thirty-seven people with special abilities who chose to stay, and He Sheng's team was among them, which gave Jing Hongyu an indescribable feeling. He looked at the remaining people, wanted to speak but choked up and said nothing.
The monkey said, "Man, you look like you're about to cry because of us."
Jing Hongyu grinned and forced out a bitter laugh: "Man, it seems that I am a failure as a commander."
Monkey shrugged and said, "Oh, this position is not easy to hold. No one will pay you a salary or award you a bonus, so why do you care about success or failure? But you said my wife Ji Lan would bring people here, you weren't lying, were you?"
"No, she told me so herself."
He Sheng looked at the rear of the car going away in the pale sky and earth, and his voice was covered with white mist.
"Then I'll believe her with you."
Patrick rubbed his arms and said, "Let's go inside. It's really cold outside."
After finding some firewood for heating, everyone returned indoors to continue caring for the patients or to rest.
I heard that most of the healing people left, and the already depressed patients became even more depressed. There was almost no communication between people, and the whole city was dead.
When the pressure was too great, Wild Dog started to crave cigarettes. He leaned against the eaves, took out the new cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and prepared to light it. There were some dark shadows in his sight, so he narrowed his eyes, then widened them again after seeing clearly, turned around and went into the house.
"Hey hey hey! Captain, come out and see, it seems they are back again!"
At the end of the road, trucks that had just left slowly drove over, one after another returned to their original positions and stopped.
That’s not all. Behind them came unfamiliar faces that they had never seen before. Trucks, buses, and vans that they had never seen before appeared one after another from the end of the white world, dispersed to both sides of the fork in the road, stopped, and densely packed the entire block.
"Ten, eleven, twelve..."
Someone counted aloud, and then stopped because there were too many cars and the view was blocked.
“Where did they bring back so many cars?”
"No, you see, the person driving the car is not one of ours!"
When Jing Hongyu heard the news, he ran down like a whirlwind, his heart pounding.
It's support! It must be the support brought by Ji Lan!
After getting off the car, Lao Si stood on the side of the road with a complicated expression. When he saw Jing Hongyu, he wanted to say something, but he was pushed away forcefully.
"Senior Ji Lan!" Jing Hongyu shouted loudly, his eyes surprisingly bright.
I walked through two blocks, lost count of how many cars passed by, and the cold air poured into my lungs, feeling as uncomfortable as sandpaper grinding against flesh.
Jing Hongyu was still shouting: "Senior Ji Lan, are you here?"
Finally someone showed him the way and told him to look for it at the end of the convoy.
Jing Hongyu started running again, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier, his legs feeling heavy and sore, the only thing driving him was the desire to see that person again.
Finally, he saw a familiar figure next to a military green off-road vehicle. Jing Hongyu rushed forward with open arms, shouting with joy and excitement: "Ji Lan!"
Ji Lan turned around upon hearing the voice and saw a disheveled man with half of his face covered in brown scars that had not yet healed from burns, and the other half distorted with excitement. He rushed towards her and she retreated in fear and confusion.
Who is it?
Bang!
Just when Jing Hongyu's hand was about to touch Ji Lan, the passenger door suddenly opened and hit the running man hard, knocking him to the ground.
Shu Maomao got out of the car and stood in front of Ji Lan.
He was wearing a black cotton coat, brown pants and short boots, with his hands in his pockets. He had a young and handsome face. His eyes moved downwards, his eyelids half closed, and he looked coldly at Jing Hongyu who was thrown to the ground.
"What do you want to do?"
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