Chapter 1148 Rescue Supplies, Survivors’ Shock!

When the battle was over and the gunfire stopped, a faint morning glow had already hung on the distant horizon.

The snow did not stop, and it continued to fall slowly from the sky.

The dawn gradually rose on the horizon, engraving the tops of the snow-capped mountains with a burning golden color.

The black smoke on the top of the platform had been burned out long ago, and there was black ash everywhere blown away by the wind.

The survivors who survived collapsed on the ground, hugging each other and crying, or staring at the sky stupidly.

Of course, some of them hugged their relatives' cold bodies, and tears kept pouring out of their eyes.

There is no doubt that this was indeed a tragic battle.

Although the narrow and winding cave passage hindered the rhythm of the radiation beast's pursuit, it also increased the difficulty of the rescue team behind.

Especially when the gunfire began to sound, the radiation beasts on the top almost rioted subconsciously.

There were several waves that almost broke through the survivors' defense and came to the platform to kill.

Fortunately, the guards finally understood the signs engraved on the wall, otherwise, by the time they found the way to the platform, the survivors on it would have been beaten through the defense line.

"It's over, everything is over."

Holding his sister Lin Yin, Lin Cheng forced a smile on his bloody face and hid his left arm behind him.

However, a cold wind blew, and the severe pain made him gasp involuntarily.

"Brother, let me see your wound."

"It's okay, it's all minor."

Unable to resist Lin Yin's persistence, Lin Cheng had to reluctantly hand over his left hand.

About four or five centimeters above the wrist, a narrow opening extends all the way to the triceps under the upper arm.

The length of the wound is more than 20 centimeters. The shallowest part is just the skin and flesh, but the deepest part can still see the white bones underneath.

Without wearing protective gear, facing the radioactive beasts whose parts may be weapons.

In most cases, humans can only win the battle by exchanging injuries and fighting fiercely.

As long as there is a trace of hesitation, or the idea of ​​not wanting to be injured appears in the mind.

What he got in return was most likely not intact, but a cold corpse forever.

Obviously Lin Yin also knew this. After confirming that the wound on Lin Cheng's left arm had stopped bleeding under the effect of the hemostatic powder, she gradually put her mind at ease.

"Oh, I said you don't care about me?"

Cheng Fei, who was still lying on the ground, wailed, holding his stomach and pretending to be ashen.

Through the clothes, you can see large patches of blisters like burns evenly distributed, which is very scary.

"It's just splashed by the venom of the fire spider, look at your useless appearance."

"Here, the cooling powder is for you, apply it yourself."

Although she complained, Lin Yin quickly took out a bag of powder from her bag.

If these injuries were on Earth, they would definitely be fatal injuries, and each one would be enough to be put in the emergency room.

But on the wasteland, they can only be regarded as

Well, minor injuries.

After going through the early period of the wasteland, the survivors now have a unified understanding. Not to mention the subsequent infection problem, any injuries that are not immediately life-threatening can only be called minor injuries.

And it is winter now, so there is no need to worry about the risk of infection in the short term.

Besides, isn’t there a medical service in the previous rescue service?

As the saying goes, the more debts you have, the less you worry. You have already owed so much, so it doesn’t matter if you owe more.

Thinking so to comfort themselves, several people looked at the entrance to the cave on the top platform.

Sure enough, there were already flashing figures in black clothes holding guns over there.

"Who are you?"

Some people who are not afraid of death have come over and shouted bravely.

At the same time, this shouting also attracted the attention of most of the survivors on the platform.

Everyone looked at this group of murderers who easily slaughtered hundreds of radioactive beasts with curiosity and fear.

The black and blue uniforms seemed to be waterproof materials, without any blood of radioactive beasts.

The mask that only left a pair of eyes was wrapped, and the explosion-proof helmet that covered the whole body made them look very professional.

Coupled with the sharp-shaped guns, many people were frightened and lowered their heads as soon as they looked at each other.

"Didn't you send the distress signal?" A young guard in the team muttered.

The voice was very small, but it was heard clearly by several people around.

For a while, the scene became more and more quiet, and fortunately Xiao Yang stood up in time.

"Ahem, we are from the Tianyuan Territory, and we are the Tianyuan Search and Rescue Team responsible for rescue."

"Did you send the signal just now?"

Indicating the guard behind him to take out a flyer and hand it out, Xiao Yang took out a small book from his pocket.

After writing a few times with a brush, a simple bill was completed.

"This is the bill for this rescue. Who is the leader here? Come and sign it first."

"Leader?"

As soon as they heard the bill, the survivors on the platform suddenly became agitated.

Some people obviously had hesitation and fear in their eyes.

In the wasteland, supplies can be linked to life in a sense.

Only a few people heard the previous broadcast, and no specific rescue price was communicated to others.

If the other party offers a sky-high price

"Where is Uncle Liu? Let Uncle Liu go and check"

"Uncle Liu is dead."

The regrettable news came from the corner, but no one could care about sighing at this moment.

Whenever there is a fight, anyone can die.

The living people can only inherit the will of the dead and continue to walk firmly in this wasteland.

"Let me do it.

Limping over, Lin Cheng took the bill in his hand.

Several other men around him originally wanted to say something, but in the end they could only hang their heads in understanding.

Taking the bill means taking responsibility for any remaining survivors present.

Along the way, they had seen too many small groups bound by responsibilities.

"The price of squadron-level military support is one thousand Tianyuan copper coins."

"The price of the eighty-six-kilometer mid-distance support is two hundred copper coins."

"Additional ammunition costs sixty copper days."

"Sorry, we may not have the currency to pay for the rescue in this Tianyuan copper coin."

Lin Cheng read a few words and simply told the truth.

"We are survivors from the deep sea. Please give us a price we can understand."

"If we can, we will definitely not default on our debt."

"Very good." Xiao Yang nodded lightly, satisfied with Lin Cheng's attitude: "In our Tianyuan territory, one Tianyuan copper coin is equivalent to 10 Tianyuan iron coins. In terms of a price you can understand. It’s winter now, and the price of each kilogram of grain in the territory is 5 iron coins, and one copper coin can buy about 3 kilograms of grain.”

"What?!"

In an instant, there were shouts of surprise in the field, and Lin Chengdu took half a step back.

Are you really sure this isn't a money grab?

One copper coin can be exchanged for 3 kilograms of grain, which means a thousand copper coins are needed for squadron-level rescue.

Doesn’t this cost 3,000 kilograms of grain?

"Sorry, we really don't have so many supplies to pay for it."

"It doesn't affect it."

"Didn't we say on the radio that if you can't pay, we also offer a variety of other payment methods, including loans."

Glancing at the survivor group of at least 150 people in the field, Xiao Yang laughed.

Measuring the value of rescue by materials will indeed scare these survivors from the deep sea.

But converted to the price of white rice on earth, one pound is about two yuan.

Three thousand catties, that's six thousand yuan.

At this price, even if you go to the chaotic triangle area, you can't hire an armed team of twelve people, let alone the wasteland where armed resources are more precious.

Furthermore, according to the current average salary of 6 iron coins in the territory, each person can save one copper coin every day.

One hundred and fifty people can pay off their debts in half a month at most, which is no big deal.

"Come on, don't talk to me about choices. You have no right to choose now."

"I'll give you six hours to pack your things and take care of the funeral. I'll wait for you at the foot of the mountain."

Counting the survivors on the platform and some people in the mountains and forests who are willing to give it a try.

The final tally was 373 people.

Although it is far from the more than 800 people in the camp yesterday morning, it still gave the rescue operation a good start and proved the feasibility of this plan.

At noon, those who died last night were finally buried in the frozen soil under the snow by the survivors.

There were no coffins, and there were even three or five people sleeping in each pit.

But for those who died in the wasteland, this was already a very good treatment, and it was much better not to have to collect the corpses of those who had escaped before.

"Xiao Na, there is no resurrection for dead people. If you don't mind, just follow us."

Enthusiastic Mother Cheng pulled Uncle Liu's remaining daughter into the small group, tremblingly took out a few dry wheat cakes from her bag and handed them over.

"Your father didn't say a few last words before he died. It's really a pity that he was like that damn guy in my family."

It's really pitiful for the hearts of parents in the world. Even though they have reached this point, Cheng's mother still doesn't forget to help Cheng Fei find a wife.

Maybe she was afraid of another sudden change, so she hid in the pit like Uncle Liu.

Understanding his own mother's thoughts, Cheng Fei didn't stop him.

Only after Xiaona had devoured the oatmeal cake did she hand over a bottle of melted snow water.

"Liu Na, don't listen to my mother. Uncle Liu has always taken good care of us."

"If you want to leave or go somewhere else, we will take care of your debts."

"No, I won't leave." Liu Na shook her head quickly and tightened the water bottle in her hand: "My dad told me to follow you and go wherever I can survive."

"Okay, then you can follow."

Pushing the last shovelful of soil into the grave, the group began to walk toward the gathering place in the cave despite the wind and snow.

Speaking of which, the rescue team was really ambitious and did not set up any surveillance to prevent the survivors from escaping.

But if you think about it carefully, there is really no need to set it up.

In this snowy weather, it is indeed impossible for survivors to walk out on their own legs.

The surrounding radioactive beasts have just been cleared away. The cave is definitely the safest place within a radius of 100 kilometers!

Go all the way back to the cave entrance.

I don't know when it happened, but a small truck with a rather sci-fi shape was parked in front of the original entrance.

The rear of the truck was facing outward, and a simple table folded and retracted from the trunk. Someone was sitting behind the table.

Seeing Lin Cheng and others approaching, the guard behind the table raised his hand:

"Come here to register information and receive emergency relief supplies."

"Information? Relief supplies?"

Looking at the supply boxes being taken out from inside the truck, Cheng Fei swallowed secretly.

From what I can see right now, this Tianyuan territory is really extraordinary.

But why do I never see anyone discussing it on the world chat channel?

Wait, Tianyuan

Why does it seem a bit familiar? Could it be the territory that Lin Cheng mentioned before?

The territory that can cure hell flowers?

While Cheng Fei was still thinking, Lin Chengze on the other side was already standing in front of the table.

"Name."

"Lin Cheng."

"age."

"29."

"Profession."

After "chef" finished speaking, he noticed that the guard raised his head and looked over in surprise. Lin Cheng added: "On earth, he is a chef."

"It's strange. I didn't expect that the first wave of survivors who dared to enter the New World would have a chef."

While sighing, the guards quickly registered the information.

It's not complicated, it's just a preliminary survey, including name, age, occupation, and personal route tendency.

After registration, the guard standing inside took out four small bags of supplies according to the registered quantity.

It was wrapped in thick brown paper, and I didn’t know what was inside.

"Hello, my mother is seriously ill and my sister is taking care of me. Can you help them register to receive a supply?"

"Are you sick?" The registered guard was stunned for a moment: "What's the matter? We still have some emergency medicines in the car."

"Hell flower." When he said these three words, Lin Cheng stared at the guard.

Perhaps to other survivors, Tianyuan is an unfamiliar term.

But since Lin's mother was infected with the Hell Flower Virus, Tianyuan Territory has become an obsession in Lin Cheng's heart.

Rumor has it that this is the only place that can cure terminal illnesses like hell flowers.

At this moment, Lin Cheng was extremely eager to see the answer from the guard's eyes, even if the price of the answer was that he would become a slave forever.

Surprisingly, he was right.

"Hell flower," the guard frowned: "If you want complete treatment, you have to go to the hospital in the territory. Let me get you some relief medicine first."

"Thank you."

In his hand was another brown paper bag and a glass bottle with 10 copper coins engraved on it.

Looking at the liquid with a faint blue light in the glass bottle, how could Lin Cheng hold back the excitement in his heart.

After a few steps, I returned to the cave and found the cave where Lin Ma was placed.

After an accident and a night of cold wind blowing on the platform, Mother Lin, who was already frail, had become terminally ill and was on her deathbed with a lack of consciousness.

"Quick, get out of the way."

Without bothering to explain to Lin Yin, Lin Cheng unscrewed the bottle.

As the light blue liquid entered her throat, Lin's mother's pale face turned pale at first, and then quickly regained some of her color.

This is simply amazing!

besides

"Am I right? This is instant noodles?"

Cheng Fei, who followed in, had already opened his brown paper bag on the way.

There isn't much inside.

In terms of food, there is a piece of sun-dried vegetable cake, an enlarged portion of golden fried dough, and a packet of seasonings packaged in transparent plastic.

There are only two types of medicines, red topical anti-inflammatory drugs and blue oral antibiotics.

But for a group of survivors who are used to eating weed cakes, dry wheat cakes, and occasionally gnawing tree bark.

This kind of refined food almost seems to bring them back to modern times.