He Tianming looked at the soldier in front of him, but he had no impression of him. "Do we know each other?"
"I'm from the Rong family in Fengcheng." Young Master Rong hurriedly looked among the crowd, but found no trace of the Rong family. He couldn't help feeling a huge sense of loss in his heart.
He Tianming had a vague impression. Isn't this the third young master of the Rong family?
The hope in Rong Sanshao's eyes faded, but he still couldn't help but said, "Deputy Mayor He, have you met my family in Jiacheng?"
He Tianming shook his head. "I haven't seen it, but the Jiacheng base is very large. Before the land sank, there were more than 300,000 people living there. It's normal that we didn't meet them. We can survive in the Arctic. I believe your family is still alive and well. We will be reunited one day."
Life is unpredictable, only with hope can you go further.
When Yang Weimin learned who the soldier in front of him was, his eyes lit up and he quickly squeezed over, "Hello, Third Young Master, I am Yang Jie's father. Yang Jie used to work as a security guard in the New Town Villa District. Excuse me, have you seen him in the New Home?"
Young Master Rong was comforted by He Tianming's words and spoke with some consideration, "I haven't seen it, but the new home is very large and is divided into more than a dozen residential areas. He might be in one of them."
After a few brief greetings, Young Master Rong calmed himself down and focused on his work, beginning to verify their identities one by one.
No problems were found, so they were asked to line up to board the boat and then transferred to the warship.
Next were the 219 survivors on board. Despite Zhou Zhijie’s guarantee, the necessary procedures had to be followed.
Those who have ID cards or can prove their identity can take them out first, and they will be released directly after verification.
The scene was in great chaos, and many survivors were extremely anxious. "It's been ten years since the disaster, who still has their ID? I don't know where they were lost."
Zhou Zhijie helped calm everyone down, "Don't panic, everyone. Line up. Even if you don't have an ID, we can verify your identity as long as you are Chinese."
There were only a few people with credentials, so the remaining 10 people formed a team, with the two teams standing back to back.
The evacuation routine begins - the national anthem.
The soldiers stared at their mouth shapes, and Deputy Captain Liao asked Zhou Zhijie and the crew on the ship to see if there were any unfamiliar faces.
You know what, there are some that are not sung completely.
Ask for nationality and province, then pick one from the survivors who have passed the level and have a conversation with a fellow countryman.
Most of the people coming out of the official base in Sichuan Province are survivors from Sichuan Province. Even if they are from other provinces, after being on the same ship for so long, they should be able to listen and speak, and it should not be difficult for them at all.
The survivors on the ship go in and out in groups, and there are few stupid people who would sneak in and pretend to be someone else.
The next problem is that Deputy Captain Liao has learned from Zhao Quan that there are more than 300 Chinese survivors in the Arctic.
This number was given by Russia and may not be accurate.
The situation along the coast was very chaotic, with people dying every day. Zhou Zhijie couldn't tell the exact number, but estimated it to be less than 300 at most.
In other words, among the crowd of three or four hundred people in front of us, only dozens of them are Chinese, and the rest are all imposters.
However, they squeezed forward desperately, constantly shouting that they were Chinese, so why couldn't they get on board?
Not only do they have to accurately pick out the survivors from their own country, but they also have to prevent people with ulterior motives from taking advantage of the chaos. The task is quite arduous!
If you are not careful, you will be taken advantage of by people with ulterior motives.
Zhou Zhijie selected a group of survivors to stay and help, and transferred the others to the warships first.
The survivors at the scene were making a lot of noise and desperately pushing the human wall formed by the soldiers, trying to get inside.
Those with ill intentions took the opportunity to sneak into the crowd and constantly incited the masses, hoping that they would rush over and clash with the Chinese soldiers so that they could benefit.
Rong Sanshao, who was maintaining order at the scene, was almost trampled by someone and his temper suddenly flared up.
He stepped back a few steps, unbuttoned his military coat, revealing the detonator and explosives tied around his waist, "Do you really have to squeeze in? Come on, today, whether it's life or death, I'll accompany you!"
Zhou Zhijie was so scared that his eyes popped out, "Captain Liao, this, this, this..."
Deputy Captain Liao coughed lightly and said, "Well, you'll get used to it."
Not only Young Master Rong, but several other soldiers came forward one after another, all of them had detonators and explosives tied to their waists. "
There was one every ten meters, forcing the crowded crowd to retreat continuously.
Young Master Rong shouted, "Those who think they are Chinese, come to the front in groups of 20."
There were actually people who came in without hesitation, and soon there were 20 people.
Young Master Rong led them inside, 50 meters away from the crowd, and they still stood in two rows of 10 with their backs to each other.
Many people were full of confidence, silently reciting the national anthem in their hearts...
Young Master Rong walked around them, taking in everyone's expressions, "Get ready, there's a big river with wide waves..."
In an instant, two-thirds of the people sang it wrong.
Young Master Rong called a halt, "Do it again."
All 20 people opened their mouths, but only seven or eight of them spoke, and their voices became smaller and smaller, until they disappeared completely.
Several soldiers were sharp-eyed and accurately picked out the one who made the noise, "Stand in another team."
As soon as they stepped out of the line, the other soldiers pointed their guns at the lip-syncers.
Several people were dissatisfied, "What are you doing? It's been ten years since the natural disaster. How can we still remember what song this is? Didn't we agree to sing the national anthem?"
Young Master Rong rolled his eyes and glared at him, saying sternly, "What are you yelling about? Even if you forgot your mother, you can never forget this song."
Those who have been picked out cannot pass through easily and need to proceed to the next level.
Young Master Rong said to the first one, "Palace Jade Liquor."
The other party blurted out subconsciously, "One hundred and eighty per cup."
The code matched and I passed the level successfully.
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