Section 31: Fight for food

Under the control of escape instinct, humans will not consider food and future living environment too much. They will only try their best to struggle out of the claws of danger and death until they confirm that life is truly guaranteed and will never face any threats. The tight brain thinking will gradually cool down from the excited state and instead consider other crucial things.

The last group of refugees who fled the city witnessed the brutality and tyranny of the mutants. But now, they feel that hunger is far more terrifying than death.

One hundred grams of compressed dry food or canned meat, two hundred grams of biscuits or other convenience foods per person per day. This is the maximum limit that logistics transportation can meet so far.

No one was concerned about topics such as obesity or overnutrition. What people talked about most were the delicious dishes in their memory and the methods of making various types of food. But they soon discovered that doing so not only had no effect on alleviating hunger, but it further aggravated the secretion of saliva and the contraction and peristalsis of empty stomach bags.

"We want to have a meal-"

“Why don’t you give us food?”

"Does the government care about our lives or death? We have been forced to leave our homes, are we going to starve to death here again?"

All military personnel, including Lin Xiang, will answer the same questions tirelessly every day. Three hundred grams of food is indeed not enough to eat, but they will not starve to death. In order to ensure that everyone can get the food for the day, they can only be distributed according to the rated quantity.

"Human reason and social order must be based on food and clothing."

This sentence was quickly verified.

Supply Station No. 17 is a temporary warehouse built next to the highway and uses construction machinery to launch open space of thousands of square meters. In addition to a few adobe walls that have been dilapidated, dozens of green military tents lined up among them have become the most representative building here.

The sun was drizzly hanging on the ridges to the west. The golden sunset and the bright fire clouds shone the entire ground as red as fire and blood. Standing on the semi-dry clay mound and looking at the dense crowds on the road that could not be seen at the end, Lin Xiang felt an indescribable anxiety and emotion in his heart.

Whenever a supply point for distributing food is at its most chaotic time.

Hundreds of fully armed soldiers lined up a wall of people about ten meters wide on the road leading to the supply station. More than a dozen heavy military trucks that turned upside down toward the road have pulled down the hooks on both sides of the fence. Through the dark green waterproof cloth, boxes of instant noodles, rice, compressed biscuits with the word "August 1", and canned military meat that are wrapped in green kraft paper without any fancy patterns.

"Don't squeeze everyone, everyone has a share. Please don't squeeze—"

Several soldiers with high cuffs stood behind a simple metal tripod, loudly maintaining order through the loudspeaker, while picking up packed food from the carton and delivering it to the hands of the refugees who reached into the gaps in the partition. Although they tried hard to speed up their hands, they still couldn't meet the hungry refugees who were rushing to the end of the road.

"Give me a copy—"

"I haven't got it yet-"

"Give it to me, give it to me--"

Everyone was screaming at the top of their lungs. The refugees who received the food couldn't wait to rush out of the crowd, so they had already tore open the packaging bag and grabbed the food inside. The greedy eating appearance and the satisfied expression on their faces stimulated the hungry people. They began to no longer care about the so-called order, and surpassed the people in front of them as quickly as possible. Under the urging of the concentrated acid from the stomach bag and the unbearable stinging pain in their bodies, they stretched out their arms from the cross cracks of the metal partition, and grabbed the bags of food that were shaking back and forth in front of them.

The soldiers on both sides tried their best to maintain order in the queue. They grabbed the troop cutters, opened their arms to protect the woman and the child, and slowly moved forward with their broad shoulders and bodies. However, they attracted verbal abuse from far away at the end of the team.

"Fuck your mom, why do you let those bitches walk in front? Do you, a stinky soldier, have an affair with her?"

"That little bastard is your breed?"

"My mom, I'm hungry, so give me some food-"

Lin Xiang looked at the chaotic supply station with a complicated expression, held the assault rifle in his hand high towards the sky, and pulled the trigger fiercely. The harsh gunshot shocked the riot team, and the dissatisfied people looked at him with unconcealed hostility. Several guys who were interested in deliberately provoking were spitting on the ground with exaggerated actions. More people expressed indifference and fatigue. Although they were a little afraid, they were quickly replaced by greed and hunger for food.

It has become a routine to fire a warning every time you distribute food.

Different people are creating chaos every day. In fact, they don’t have to do this. As long as they have a little patience and wait a little longer, the bag full of food will also be handed to their hands.

Lin Xiang finally understood why the central government has been closure of all news in the southwest region? Why are all media silent about the second report? Why do other nearby provinces and cities have to implement military control? Once the entire country falls into total chaos, the refugees will not receive any food supplements at all, and can only starve to death in despair and helplessness.

He put away his gun, jumped off the mound without hesitation, walked quickly to the metal partition, picked up a bag of food from the carton, stuffed it into the hand of a middle-aged woman closest to him, and then grabbed another bag, looking at the crowded team: "Hurry up, next."

Children’s supply standards are just like adults and are more nutritious. According to regulations, their food includes a certain amount of milk and sugar. In the event of physical hunger, at least they should provide them with enough energy.

The huge crowd moved forward slowly, and the guns in the hands of soldiers were the best deterrents. Occasionally, chaos would be stopped by the soldiers guarding both sides on the spot, and the speed of distributing food gradually became faster.

A burly and stubborn man with a foot of about 1.9 meters tall and burly figure walked up through the noisy crowd. He was holding a child about two years old in his arms, his face covered with thick and hard beards slightly drooped, stretching out his left hand that was freed from under the child's butt, holding a bag of food handed in the isolation rail, turning around and leaving.

"stop--"

Lin Xiang quickly stopped him and snatched the food bag from the other party. Without saying a word, he took the child in the man's arms with both hands and handed it to the guard next to him, staring at him with sharp eyes: "Who is this child?"

The man's pupils suddenly shrank, and the expression on his face seemed a little hideous and nervous, and was instantly covered by a slightly panicked forced smile: "Of course... it's mine."

"You've received the food once."

Lin Xiang snorted coldly, pulled out the pistol from his waist, pressed the cold muzzle to the other party's head, and shouted sternly: "Tell me, who is this child?"

A large drop of cold sweat oozed out from the man's forehead. His throat trembled sharply, begging and anger were spinning back and forth in his eyes. His fists suddenly tightly gathered together, and suddenly stretched out his five fingers. Between his lips, he could clearly hear the "grand" sound of teeth rubbing against each other.

"Damn it, I just have a little food, not enough to even stuff my teeth. I'm so hungry that I'm so hungry that I'm pressed on my back. What's wrong with getting an extra bag? Woo... What kind of fucking life is this! I can't even eat enough... Woo, I'm so hungry anymore..."

Fear and despair completely destroyed the man's last psychological defense. He collapsed on the ground as if he was exhausted, cursing and crying weakly.

In the distance, a woman covered in mud rolled in and hugged the child in the soldier's hand, cried in with joy and sorrow, "My baby, whimper..."

Borrowing children to embezzle food, such things happen every day.

“Stand up.”

Lin Xiang handed the food bag to the woman's hand, walked to the man's side, took out half of the compressed biscuit from his pocket, and stuffed it into the other party's hand.

That is his ration today. Soldiers, like refugees, also have a supply standard of 300 grams.

"Why are you crying? You're still a man with a handle in your pants, you're so fucking shudder--"

After throwing a cold sentence, Lin Xiang swallowed a mouthful of sour water from his stomach. With regret for the half of his biscuit, he turned around and walked towards the chaotic refugee team.

The man slowly stood up from the ground, staring blankly at his back as he walked away. In his half-dry eyes, he couldn't help but shed a few more tears...

As night fell, the 17th supply station calmed again. The exhausted people quickly fell asleep in the temporary tent. The unsatisfied abdomen made a "rumble" protest, which mixed with the chaotic snoring and the slight worm language in the wild, becoming a resonance under the dim starlight.

The vibration of propellers from far to near woke people nearby from their sleep. A "Nighthawk Ii" with night navigation lights flashed slowly landed from the air and docked on an open platform located in the center of the supply station.

"The telegram order, Major Lin Xiang and Colonel Qi Yue will hand over the work they have done and immediately take a plane back to Zhongjing." A lieutenant who jumped out of the cabin trotted to Lin Xiang and handed a command with the military emblem pattern to him.

"Back to the capital?" Lin Xiang was a little surprised.

"Obviously, we have new arrangements above." This is Qi Yue's answer.
Chapter completed!