On the New Year's Eve, the host was cheering for Tianhe at the Spring Festival Gala on the TV.

Wu Mian sat under the stone tablet of Lao Tengshan, silently watching the heavy snow all over the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

The personnel are ready to be in place, and the most basic training has been assessed.

He was waiting for the accompanying epidemic prevention materials and a large enough cargo plane.

The flesh and blood may have a certain effect in cold weapon combat, but in modern history, the courage of a single person is becoming less and less worth mentioning.

What's more, what we have to face this time is an invisible unknown virus. As far as Wu Mian knows, it is an almost perfect virus.

If you accidentally go to Tianhe City to support the medical staff who have to fall down before they can play a role.

Even if you are anxious, you have to bring your supplies with you.

Wu Mian knew that the situation in Tianhe City was critical and the ammunition and food were exhausted, so he would never have any ability to provide supplies to the medical staff who were supporting them. They were looking forward to the support team to bring supplies, and they probably had already hoped that they would be looking forward to it.

Even at this moment, the importance of the medical staff who support them is not even as important as one or two sets of protective clothing, masks, and goggles.

No matter how anxious you are, you have to wait.

The Jianhui Hospital is not an army. Although its quality is high enough, it has few people and is still a hospital with a very inventive material. It is not as easy to sort out the materials.

Taking advantage of the time, Wu Mian began to start exploring the incident from scratch and find a way to break the deadlock.

Break the deadlock...

It's not easy.

If we fail to catch up with the New Year, with China's production capacity and epidemic prevention materials, everything will be fine.

But everything went against my wishes.

Even Wu Mian occasionally wondered if the country's destiny was gone.

In recent years, it seems that there is a kind of power that protects China and is called the national destiny by those who are fond of trouble. Wu Mian also joked with Taoist Lin, and things like 2040 were regarded as jokes.

And the more you understand the situation in front of you, the more hopeless you feel.

The perfect virus, a well-connected transportation network, during the Spring Festival travel rush, the virus spreads to the whole country at almost the speed of teleportation.

Professionals are studying the virus day and night, but there is still no news about effective methods.

And the American fleet is driving to the South China Sea.

There are viruses raging inside, and strong enemies are eyeing them with bad intentions.

Today, the wind on Lao Tzu Mountain has a feeling of desolation.

The wind is silence~

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Even if Wu Mian opens all the threads, he still can't think of a way to break the deadlock. Under the wheel of the times, a person's power is so weak.

No matter how powerful Wu Mian is, facing the current situation, all he can do is throw himself into the melting pot like a moth to the flame, and do his best to do what he can do.

His military uniform was covered with snow, as if he was wearing protective clothing in advance.

An electric car slowly drove up the mountain road. It was snowing heavily and the road was not slippery. Taoist Lin drove very steadily and was very careful.

"Uncle Master, Mr. Fan wants to see you."

"No." Wu Mian leaned his back on the stone tablet, and said resolutely without looking at Taoist Lin.

"Boy, are you coward?" Fan Zhongzhi's voice came over.

"..." Wu Mian frowned slightly, and a few ice beads fell on her long eyelashes.

"I heard from Master Lin." Fan Zhongzhi got off the electric car, handed it in his military coat with both hands, and wore a Northeast dog-skin hat on his head. He looked like Matthew De, and he was so fat and funny.

"Old man, you rest warmly, the wind on the mountain is hard." Wu Mian hurriedly started.

"This is a big deal." Fan Zhongzhi said contemptuously, "I was ambushed in the snow for 4 hours."

If it were in the past, Wu Mian would definitely talk to Mr. Fan about the past. He liked these things, even if they were not used as gossip, he would be willing to listen.

But now Wu Mian is really in a bad mood.

The situation in Tianhe is as dangerous as it is, it collapses at any time, or it has collapsed. Now the flood is full of people.

"Give me a cigarette." Fan Zhong's way.

"You are old..."

"Bad." Fan Zhongzhi cursed, "A boy who has never seen the world has scared you like this."

Wu Mian was so amused that he had to lit a cigarette for Fan Zhongzhi.

"When I was in the army, I paid enough military pay. Our People's Liberation Army... At that time, it was called Dongye, and the monthly salary was about one dollar."

Fan Zhongzhi took a breath of cigarette and said with a smile, "Our regiment is a sharp knife regiment, and he is best at earthwork and blasting. Other regiments cannot take down other positions. Let's go up and dig trenches and dig 50 meters in front of the enemy in 24 hours."

"Hey." Wu Mian smiled bitterly.

"Everyone knows that charges to death. I was the only brother at that time, and I didn't even have a wife. The food in the army is not expensive, so I bought cigarettes after I gave it money. The cigarettes are good things. If you smoke one, it seems that the cannons are not so loud."

"Old man, what I faced this time is different."

"I heard from Master Lin that it is said to be a plague?" Fan Zhongyi hand-written it in the sleeve of the military coat, twisting the cigarette with one hand. The collar of the clothes was raised up and connected to the dog-skin hat, blocking the cold wind outside.

"Well, it's about the same." Wu Mian said, "It may be dangerous now."

"It's not that I haven't encountered it." Fan Zhongzhi said contemptuously, "The RB devils have used it, and the American devils have also used it when we were in North Korea."

"I heard about it, but no detailed records were found."

"The infected comrades are gathered together, and only the young military doctor and nurse are there. There is a little medicine, but not much. You can only bear it yourself. If you carry it over, you will come out alive. If you can't carry it over, it's better than the enemy's gasoline bombs."

“…”

"No one can kill people when fighting."

“…”

Wu Mian was speechless.

"Old man, this is a peaceful era." Wu Mian said something against his will.

"Same." Fan Zhongzhidao, "Do you know Wu Lien-teh?"

Wu Mian was surprised, "Old man, do you still know Wu Lien-teh?"

"At that time, the American devils spread the plague. Zhishi issued a document that mentioned the symptoms and reported them in time to isolate them after discovering them. The health staff I heard from him that the plague could be curbed in the late Qing Dynasty, and this thing is no big deal."

Wu Mian smiled.

"Old man, it was slow at that time and the traffic was not convenient."

"That's the Qing Dynasty of the special mother!" Fan Zhongzhi said contemptuously, "How many years have you been liberated now? I'm living better and better, but I don't believe it anymore, I can't compare to the Qing Dynasty."

This comparison...

"Don't be cowardly." Fan Zhongzhi said, "I know what you guy thinks. Now it is flying in the sky and running on the ground, which is different from the Qing Dynasty. It was only spread to Zalantun for more than ten days. Now it may be available in the whole country in one day."

Wu Mian nodded, "This disease is more serious than the plague. It has no symptoms during the incubation period and spreads everywhere. Once there are symptoms, it will progress particularly quickly."
Chapter completed!