"Old Four, what did you do just now? Why are there so many snacks all of a sudden? Where did they come from?"
A young soldier in the bed next to him asked the fourth brother who had been raising his hand towards the panel, while looking down at the pile of snacks on his body.
Although it was not heavy, it buried him so tightly that only his head was exposed.
If it weren't for the pillow, my head would have been buried.
"I...I don't know either! A window popped up on the panel asking if I wanted to claim it. I got curious, and then the snacks started pouring down for no apparent reason. I was so scared."
"Window? What window? I don't see any."
Just then, another little soldier was getting familiar with the panel and was looking at his clean panel in confusion. Where was the window?
And what kind of window can produce snacks? Or does this panel spit them out on its own? Is it really that smart?
“It’s just a window!”
The fourth brother explained hurriedly and wanted to get up from the bed to let other soldiers see his panel, but he couldn't get up because both of his legs were broken.
“There are no windows!”
Said another young soldier who was lying on the hospital bed and had lost an arm.
"How could there not be?"
The fourth brother was anxious.
But suddenly he was stunned. It seemed that after he posted that update, someone left a message, and then a window suddenly popped up.
"Did you broadcast live or post an update?"
A girl trapped by the bed with snacks asked, and then explained to the fourth child, "The panel can be used for live broadcasts and shopping. It's more convenient than a mobile phone."
"Ordinary survivors can only receive rewards from others by live streaming, but you soldiers are different. Even if you post updates, survivors can choose to feed you."
"Look at the upper right corner of your feed. Is there a feeding icon?"
The fourth child saw that there really was some, and scratched his head in embarrassment, "No wonder the survivors kept saying they had food to give me, it turns out they were feeding me snacks."
"No, no, I can't take even a single needle or thread from the people. If the captain and the deputy captain knew about this, they would beat me to death."
The fourth brother realized it later and looked at the girl in panic, asking, "How do I return it? I'll return it to them right away."
"Still...still going back?"
The girl was a little stunned by the question.
She didn't know how to pay it back! She had never encountered such a thing before.
"Yes, yes, return it quickly. How can we take the people's things?"
The other little soldiers followed suit in panic.
Some people who were able to move quickly peeled off the snacks on their bodies, carefully peeled them off, sat up, and held the snacks with their uninjured hands, looking anxiously at the girl, "How do we operate this panel? Can you teach us? We need to return it now."
"The survivors are having a hard time too. At least we have subsidies from the team. How can we accept their snacks?"
"We have to return them all before the deputy captain comes on patrol."
"Tell us how to return it quickly, we really can't take it!"
"I...I don't know either!"
The girl was at a loss for words when faced with more than ten pairs of clear and anxious eyes.
The other girl was already looking at her own dashboard, searching for a strategy guide. She said, "Wait a moment, I'll help you check it out."
"well."
The little soldiers held their breath and looked at the girl.
"Why are there so many snacks?"
The deputy captain's voice suddenly sounded from outside the corridor.
Because the door was open, the snacks had been squeezed out.
"It's over, it's over, the vice-captain is here."
The fourth brother, who was lying in bed and unable to get up, was extremely panicked.
When the deputy captain comes and sees these snacks, how will he explain them?
If the vice-captain is angry, he won’t kick him out of the team!
The fourth brother's heart was in his throat. He swallowed hard and looked towards the door.
Soon the deputy captain appeared at the door, holding a bunch of snacks and yelling, "How can you spread snacks everywhere?"
Before he could even utter the word "throw", he stared at the snacks piled all over the room and on the bed, stunned.
"Deputy Captain, please listen to my explanation! I didn't mean to take the snacks for the public. I ordered them by accident!"
The fourth brother, who was lying on the hospital bed against the floor-to-ceiling window, immediately shouted loudly.
The deputy captain, who was holding snacks, immediately became serious when he heard what Lao Si said. "Snacks for the masses? What's going on?"
When the other soldiers heard this, they all drooled for the fourth brother.
The two girls noticed that the atmosphere was not right and immediately explained the whole story, fearing that the deputy captain would be angry.
The deputy captain finally understood the whole story and warned, "I'll make a public announcement. Don't just click on windows you don't recognize anymore. Don't accept anything sent by survivors. They're having a harder time than we are right now. How can we accept their supplies?"
"Yes, Vice Captain."
The young soldiers quickly saluted and accepted the order.
"I'm sorry for disturbing your recovery. I'll have someone come and take the snacks away right now."
The vice-captain smiled kindly when facing the two girls.
"It's okay, it's okay. We have half a month of treatment time. There's no need to rush."
The two girls waved their hands.
"Okay, I'll go get someone over now."
The deputy captain turned around and left with the snacks.
At the moment he turned around, he stared at the snacks in his arms and smiled happily.
The people still remember them, and their guarding of the border was not in vain.
They couldn't take the snacks, but they could donate them to ordinary survivors living on the border who needed them more than they did.
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