On February 22, the Yellowstone Volcano erupted again. Although the Expeditionary Force controlled the embers of the volcanic ash, the magma tide erupted could not be stopped.

As the main direction of magma tide, 83% of Montana has been swallowed up, while magma flowing along the Missouri River is less than 54 kilometers away from Bismarck City.

Fortunately, it is the cold winter in the northern hemisphere, and the magma cools very quickly, so it does not rush into North Dakota and other places in a crazy way.

However, the development of things often has two sides.

Although the Missouri River was not completely swallowed by the magma tide, indirect flash floods occurred in the Missouri River basin at this time.

In some areas, due to contact with magma tides, the local snow and ice melt rapidly, turning into sudden floods.

These floods then wrapped around the volcanic ash on the ground, turning into black floods, flooding into low-lying areas.

Then cold air and long-term dark weather are encountered, which causes the flood to freeze again in the flooded area.

This intermittent flood has impacted Bismarck City more than eight times. With the Yellowstone volcano erupting again the day before yesterday, the Fifth Group has been prepared to prevent sudden floods.

The soldiers who were mobilized on a large scale on that day were sent to strengthen the embankment of the Missouri River.

Sure enough, it was noon on the third day.

A flood of volcanic ash, broken ice, debris, and corpses surged down from the upstream.

On the temporary dam made of fast-condensing cement and angle steel, you can see the surging flood, like a long black snake, sprinting downstream frantically.

The road bridge and railway bridge on the west side of Bismarck City also felt shaky at this time.

Large pieces of broken ice, wood and cars wrapped in car, constantly colliding with bridge piers. This continuous impact is fatal and irresistible to the threat of the bridge.

Although the temporary dam ensures that the main urban area of ​​Bismarck City is not affected by floods, other surrounding areas are not so lucky.

After five surgeries, Kong Ligu removed the exoskeleton and stood in front of the corridor window, looking at the Missouri River in the distance.

The flooded black torrent seemed to destroy everything on earth and end all the sins of mankind in this era.

"Doctor Kong, is there any problem over there?" Jones looked at the black flood worriedly.

After taking a sip of hot tea, Kong Ligu said calmly: "I believe in my motherland. Since we have not notified us to evacuate, it means that this place is safe."

"..." Jones was speechless. In fact, she always had a puzzled doubt about Chinese people like Kong Ligu.

For example, their high trust in the Federation, which even has a sense of confusion and confidence, which is something that Jones and other locals cannot understand.

Because after the disaster in North America, the official behavior was quite ineffective, which led to the locals not believing in the official.

Kong Ligu turned around, looked at Jones with a puzzled look, and said calmly: "You will understand in the future. OK, I have enough rest, and continue with the next surgery!"

“OK.”

In the evening, the weather in Bismarck City changed to its previous gloomy weather.

The afterglow of the sunset shines on the city.

It is rare for the people who have survived the disaster to see the golden sun in this dark and cold winter. The peaks of the Missouri River outside the city have also passed.

As night falls, the temperature drops rapidly.

The black rivers in the river channel became more and more viscous, and it was obvious that the flood was freezing. In this case, the soldiers of the Fifth Group did not take it lightly and continued to strengthen the embankment.

As for the bridges on the river, although they did not collapse, many piers and large-scale cracks appeared, which disintegrated and may collapse at any time.

These highway bridges and railway bridges have basically been scrapped and can only be destroyed in the future.

In the northern part of the city.

An old-fashioned bar has finally opened again.

The boss Marshall is an old man dressed in a cowboy and likes to carry a large revolver in daily life, chatting and drinking with customers while doing business.

But after reopening today, the bar was deserted and his beloved revolver disappeared.

An old customer passing by saw the bar that opened the door again, stood at the door and hesitated for a while, but walked in.

When I walked into the bar, there were only two guests wearing Mid-English combat uniforms, drinking in the corner.

"Oh! Ham, you kid is still alive?" Marshall joked with a smile.

"Hahaha, have a glass of rum and ice." Ham smiled and shook his head, then sat on the chair next to the bar: "By the way, I don't have Mi Yuan now, can you collect some credit?"

"Cake." Turn around and pick up a bottle of rum on the wine rack, cut an ice puck with an ice skate, put the ice puck into the cup, and also a slice of lemon, and finally pour the rum.

"How is the job? Is Baker's company still here?"

Hamm shrugged: "It probably won't be there. I'm working for the federal government and delivering urban supplies."

"You are a network engineer, but you actually work as a courier?" Marshall asked with a hint of surprise.

Ham took a sip of the cold rum and shook his head with a smile: "This is just a temporary job, and for Dussa and the others, I have to have a credit point."

"By the way, Mi Yuan has really been cancelled completely? Will those moguls agree?" Marshall asked curiously.

After taking another sip of wine, he smiled helplessly: "Monopoly? They can't even buy a piece of bread now. Even if the Federation does not directly confiscate the land and factories, they can't resist."

"Why?" Marshall, who had lived in a capital society for decades, still didn't understand the federal social operation system.

Hamm explained: "If you open a bar, you need to pay taxes and buy alcohol and food. If the federal government wants to destroy the entire bar industry, you only need to add taxes and then restrict you from buying alcoholic beverages and food. How do you survive?"

"Uh..." Marshall was speechless and was silent for a while: "There are always people who need to drink, and the demand will not be eliminated?"

Ham smiled again and shook his head: "Demand is indeed difficult to eliminate, but demand can be transferred. Don't forget that the Federation has its own enterprise?"

Marshall immediately reacted and realized that the Federation and Noah were different, and there was a fundamental difference between the two.

The big merchants and rich men can call for the wind and rain within the Noah Society's system, but within the federal system, they can only be obedient.

Then Marshall said with some slight slight words:

"The rich are indeed not satisfied, but those third-class and fourth-class people are very satisfied. At least they don't have to worry about becoming cannon fodder. If they succeed in becoming formal citizens of the Federation, they can be more casual than the rich people of the old era."

After saying that, he glanced at the two soldiers in the corner.

Marshall seemed to understand a little.

After drinking a glass of rum, Hamm used his identity bracelet and paid 5 credit points to Marshall, and then returned to his community with a bag of canned food and candy.

There is still a pungent smell of sulfur dioxide in the air.

But the sky has become much cleaner, no longer as gray as before. The black and gray volcanic ash snow on the streets along the way has also decreased a lot.
Chapter completed!