He Tianming looked at the soldier in front of him, but he had no impression. "Do we know each other?"

"I am from the Rong family in Fengcheng." Rong Sanshao hurriedly looked for the Rong family in the crowd, but he did not find any trace of the Rong family. He could not help but feel a huge loss in his heart.

He Tianming had some impression in a trance. Isn't this the playboy of the Rong family?

Rong Sanshao's hope faded, but he still couldn't help it. "Deputy Mayor He, have you seen my family in Jiacheng?"

He Tianming shook his head. "I haven't seen them, but the Jiacheng base is very large. There were more than 300,000 people living there before the land sank. It's normal that we didn't meet them. We can survive in the Arctic. I believe your family is still alive and well. One day we will be reunited."

Life is unpredictable. Only with hope can we 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 Master, I am Yang Jie's father. Yang Jie and his friends used to work as security guards in the New Town Villa District. May I ask if you have seen him in the new home?"

Rong San Shao was comforted by He Tianming's words and spoke with some consideration, "I haven't seen him, but the new home is very large and is divided into more than a dozen residential areas. He may be in one of them." After

a few simple greetings, Rong San Shao stabilized his mood and devoted himself to work, starting to verify their identities one by one.

If no problems were found, they were allowed to line up to board the boat and then transferred to the warship.

Next was the 219 survivors on the ship. Although Zhou Zhijie guaranteed them, the necessary procedures could not be omitted.

Those who have ID cards or can prove their identity can take them out first, and those who are verified to be fine will be released directly.

The scene was extremely chaotic, and many survivors were anxious. "It's been ten years since the disaster, who still has their ID cards? I don't know where they were lost."

Zhou Zhijie helped to calm everyone's emotions, "Don't be anxious or panic, everyone line up. Even if you don't have ID cards, as long as you are Chinese, we can verify your identity."

Not many people had ID cards, and the remaining 10 people formed a team, and the two teams stood back to back.

The customary evacuation of overseas Chinese began - the national anthem. The

soldiers stared at their lip shapes, and Vice Captain Liao asked Zhou Zhijie and the staff on the ship to see if there were any unfamiliar faces.

Don't mention it, some people really couldn't sing it completely.

Ask about nationality and province, and then choose from the survivors who have passed the checkpoint to have a conversation with fellow villagers.

Most of the people who came out of the official base in Sichuan Province were survivors from Sichuan Province. Even if they were from other provinces, they should be able to hear and speak after being on the same ship for so long, so it would not be a problem for them.

The survivors on the ship entered and left in teams, and there were few stupid people who would sneak in and pretend to be someone else.

The next step was the difficulty. Vice Captain Liao had learned from Zhao Quan that there were more than 300 Chinese survivors in the Arctic.

This number was given by the Russian bear and may not be accurate.

The coast was in chaos, and people died every day. Zhou Zhijie could not tell the exact number, but estimated that it was less than 300 people at most.

In other words, among the crowd of three or four hundred people in front of him, only a few dozen were Chinese, and the rest were all pretenders.

However, they squeezed in desperately, and kept shouting that they were Chinese, so why couldn't they get on the ship?

Not only do they have to prepare to 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 difficult!

If they are not careful, they will be used by people with ulterior motives.

Zhou Zhijie selected a group of survivors to stay and help, and the others were transferred to the warship for resettlement.

The survivors at the scene were noisy and desperately pushed the human wall formed by the soldiers, trying to get in.

Those with ill intentions sneaked into the crowd and kept inciting the crowd, wanting them to swarm over and launch a surprise attack with the Chinese soldiers, so that they could benefit from it.

Rong Sanshao, who was maintaining order at the scene, was almost trampled by others, and his temper suddenly came out.

He took a few steps back, unbuttoned his military coat, revealing the detonators and explosives tied around his waist, "Do you 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..."

Lieutenant Commander Liao coughed lightly, "Cough, just get used to it."

Not only Young Master Rong, several more soldiers stood up one after another, and without exception, they all had detonators and explosives tied around their waists. "

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. "

Some people actually 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 people with their backs to each other.

Many people were full of confidence and silently recited the national anthem in their hearts...

Young Master Rong walked around them, taking in everyone's expressions, "Get ready, a great river with wide waves..."

In an instant, two-thirds of the people sang it wrong.

Young Master Rong stopped, "Do it again."

All 20 people opened their mouths, but only seven or eight spoke, and their voices became smaller and smaller, and finally there was no sound at all.

Several soldiers were sharp-eyed and picked out the ones who spoke accurately, "You stand in another team. "

After they stepped out of the line, the other soldiers pointed their guns at the lip-syncers.

Many of them were dissatisfied, "What are you doing? It's been ten years since the natural disaster. How can we remember what song this is? Didn't we agree to sing the national anthem?"

Rong Sanshao rolled his eyes and glared at them, saying sharply, "What are you yelling about? Even if you forgot your mother, you can't forget this song." Those

who were picked out cannot pass easily and need to proceed to the next level.

Rong Sanshao said to the first one, "Palace Jade Liquor."

The other party blurted out subconsciously, "One hundred and eighty per cup."

The secret code matched and they passed the level successfully.

The next one was the second one. Rong Sanshao smiled at him, "You're kidnapped."

The other party was stunned and thought for a while before saying, "You're kidnapped. "

One by one, those who really can't answer, there are still a variety of questions waiting for them.

As long as they are Chinese, there will always be one that they can answer.

The lip-syncing group was dissatisfied at first, but later they didn't dare to say a word.

Rong Sanshao walked up to them with a cold face, took out his pistol and shouted: "All of you squat down with your heads covered, otherwise don't blame my gun for not having eyes."

Everyone was shocked and squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Damn it, they thought that as long as they could sing the national anthem, they would not only change the song, but also ask other questions after singing the song.

Baka Baka, the Chinese are cunning!

Several gangs of black evil forces of different skin colors were not convinced, and some secretly took out guns and wanted to kill the one squatting and holding his head in the distance. Misunderstandings between the two sides caused chaos.

So what if the warships came, they were only more than 100 soldiers, but there were more than 3,000 survivors in the Arctic.

If all the imposters were killed, it would inevitably arouse the anger of the survivors in the entire Arctic, and more than 3,000 people would rush up...

They were just about to start, but who knew that a loud "bang" sounded.

Countless people were shocked and looked into the distance. They were shocked to find that there were more than 20 gun barrels on the warship.

A shell landed in the distance and blew up a small Iceland. Those

who were stranded in the Arctic were either ordinary people or demons.

After all, they were not the military. They thought they were awesome and would not be afraid of anyone.

But when they really saw it with their own eyes, they knew that in the face of the crushing power of absolute power, they were just ants in front of an elephant.

The so-called 3,000 versus more than 100 soldiers...

Only two shells from the warship could turn 3,000 people into ashes.

Vice Captain Liao picked up the loudspeaker and said in a gentle and polite voice, "Fellow Chinese, please come out and line up as soon as possible."

The shells were not renewable, which really distressed him.

He thought that he could evacuate the Chinese peacefully and just tie a few fake detonators and explosives to demonstrate. After all, this is what pirates usually do. Who knew that the water in the Arctic is too deep, and the various forces can't stand others doing well, and want to shake the big tree with a mantis. As

soon as the shells were fired, the strong ghosts gave way.

Now no one dared to mess around, and the fake and hypocritical ones even retreated quietly, and the compatriots who were squeezed to the back of the crowd were able to pass smoothly.

"Comrade, I'm from Qing Province."

"Comrade, I'm from Liaoning Province."

"Comrade, I'm from Han Province."

The crowded crowd dispersed like birds and beasts. The verification work was quickly completed, and all 296 survivors boarded the warship.

They lined up in the cold wind and received fish cakes distributed by the soldiers to fill their stomachs, as well as steaming hot water.

Vice Captain Liao continued to broadcast on the loudspeaker for half an hour, and only returned to the warship by boat after confirming that there were no stranded survivors.

The whistle sounded, and the warship sailed away.

Young Master Rong faced the pig-hunting sea breeze and watched the Arctic gradually disappear.

It is said that the warship's aircraft malfunctioned because the Chinese in the Arctic came forward to coordinate and let the Russian bear give away fighter jets for free, so that the pilot had the opportunity to return.

The coordinator was very mysterious. Even when the pilot asked, he did not leave his name.

But from the voices, it was a young man and woman, and Mao Xiong called the woman "Jiang".

The cold wind was like a knife, and Rong San Shao took a breath of cool air. Is it his sister?

His only sister!