"Bang bang bang bang..."
"Oh no, another seven or eight people have frozen to death."
"How could this happen? So many people have died again?"
"Fifty or sixty people have died today. Does the base still have any cold-weather supplies? If this continues, we're all doomed."
The guards had a difficult task on their shoulders. They saw seven or eight corpses, some old and some young, and none of them said a word.
Silently, they carried away the people who had frozen to death, and with great difficulty, they carried them to Guangwai, which was not far away.
There, more than 10,000 corpses, frozen into ice sculptures and completely covered in snow, seemed to be silently telling the story of the misfortune and helplessness of the end times.
The four guards walked together, their faces looking somber and exhausted.
They stared silently at the scene before them, a profound and indescribable sorrow welling up within them.
They knew that these people were not only their dead compatriots, but also their partners who had fought desperately for survival just like them.
“These are all our compatriots…” a guard said with difficulty, his voice trembling slightly.
“Yes, they could have had so many hopes and dreams, but this disaster took everything away.” Another guard sighed.
“Our base is also in imminent danger. If we can’t solve the problems of food and cold-weather supplies, we’ll all be wiped out in at least a month,” the third guard said solemnly.
“Things are bad, but the higher-ups will definitely find a way. We can only wait; there’s nothing we can do,” the fourth person said, rubbing his hands, which were covered in snow.
The four people exchanged glances silently, then nodded firmly.
They knew that the most important thing now was to pull themselves together and wait for the higher-ups to find a solution.
Despite facing such severe difficulties and challenges, they are determined to persevere for the sake of the survivors on this land and for their compatriots who once fought desperately for survival.
"Let's go! It's too cold outside!"
"Yes, yes, let's go back quickly! We can't stand being out for long."
"It's minus eighty degrees Celsius! I feel like my whole body is going to freeze."
"Let's go, let's go, I don't want to become an ice sculpture."
So the four of them quickly trudged through the knee-deep snow and crawled into the cleared passage to go back.
The four leaders had just left, trembling, when dozens of survivors crept over, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
They struggled to carry the frozen corpse to their assigned room, trying to control their excitement.
The sight of freshly dead corpses made them swallow hard, even though they knew it was immoral, they still chose this path.
The small room was filled with a terrifying atmosphere, and everyone's face showed signs of hunger.
In this extremely cold environment, food and cold-weather gear have become some of the most precious resources.
Even the thought of eating other people's corpses is terrifying and disgusting, but the desperation they face makes this choice almost unavoidable.
A middle-aged man, his body covered in frostbite, choked back tears as he spoke to the frozen corpse:
"I'm sorry, everyone. We know it's wrong to do this, but the base has long been out of food. We're only getting snow with a little salt every day, and we can't keep going like this for long."
“You’ll either starve to death or freeze to death anyway, so consider it a sacrifice,” another middle-aged man said, trembling.
"We didn't mean it either, we're so sorry!" a middle-aged woman said, her voice choked with emotion.
"I'm just waiting to starve to death. I'm sorry, everyone." After saying this, a sallow-faced and emaciated boy saw the corpse slowly soften, took out his long knife, and slashed down.
Soon after, eight corpses were torn to pieces, and the room was filled with a strong stench of blood. Those waiting around eagerly recounted the events:
"I want a leg!"
"I want a piece of your hand!"
"Give me some ribs with the skin on."
"I don't mind having your head."
………
"Take them yourselves! Eight corpses are enough for us to share."
After finishing speaking, the boy picked up a bloody arm and ate it raw without any expression.
The others scrambled to grab the food and then eagerly began to eat.
No matter how fishy it was, they couldn't care less; if they didn't eat, they'd starve to death.
At first, a group of people were vomiting uncontrollably, but after a few times, they gradually got used to it.
I was really sorry to ask them why they ate raw food!
In the early stages of the natural disaster, after a week of corrosive acid rain, the roofs were corroded in several layers, and the mountains outside were barren and devoid of vegetation; you couldn't even find firewood.
Meanwhile, all the usable furniture, doors, planks, beds, and other items in the other houses in the city had been moved away and burned by others as soon as the heavy snow began to fall.
Finding a plank of wood these days is as difficult as climbing to heaven.
In one room, people were eating with their mouths covered in blood, while in a dilapidated room not far away, the high-ranking officials of the Yong'an base were engaged in a heated discussion with solemn expressions.
Faced with extreme scarcity of resources and harsh living conditions, they all put forward their own views, but they could not reach a consensus.
Shen Ming, the base's director, studied the desktop, which was already filled with sketches and data. His brows were furrowed as he pondered a solution.
Across from him, Deputy Director Lin Wei stood anxiously and helplessly by the window, gazing at the ever-present snow and wind.
Other high-ranking officials within the base are also facing immense pressure. They have sacrificed so much to protect the survivors of the base, yet they are unable to solve the immediate crisis.
Just when everyone was at a loss, a quiet voice rang out: "Perhaps we should consider cooperating with other bases."
All eyes turned to the speaker, who was Xu Feng, the security commander of the Yong'an base.
He smiled firmly and continued, "Our base has a large population but limited resources. Cooperating with other bases will offer more hope."
"But other bases face the same problem in temperatures as low as minus eighty degrees Celsius. Would they be willing to cooperate with us?" a senior executive asked hesitantly.
"Yes! We sent out many requests for help, but after so many days, there has been absolutely no response. It's like our messages have disappeared into thin air."
Xu Feng continued, "Perhaps not all bases are in such a predicament."
We can proactively dispatch negotiation teams to contact other bases and strive for mutual assistance and cooperation in resources.
Everyone looked at each other, realizing that this was an extremely difficult problem.
The person in charge frowned and said, "Xu Feng! This road won't work."
All the surrounding supplies have been cleared away, and the places where we want to ask for help are at least 900 or 800 kilometers away.
"Going through such a huge risk, there's no guarantee anyone will even help; everyone who goes out will freeze to death."
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