Chapter 66 The Tiger Enters the Jungle

"Run... Run... City G is coming!"

In a series of eating and drinking, the whole street suddenly became chaotic. The pedestrians in the middle of the street also ran along, giving people the feeling that there were no serious people coming, but as if a group of bandits had broken in.

The man who sells "five-in-one" in front of him seems to be really scared by Guo Zhenbei. He looked up at Guo Zhenbei and shook the sheets in his hand like a reminder, as if to remind him to take it if he did.

Guo Zhenbei shook his head. Not to mention that he had just touched the tip of his tongue, now he was sick to make him want to vomit. According to the memory of a special forces soldier, he should not have such a reaction. After all, when special forces soldiers survive in the wild, what don't they eat?

But Guo Zhenbei still feels queasy, and it's not his fault. After all, even if you live in the wild, I believe that no one will find maggots to eat in the dunghill. Moreover, when special forces are fighting, their supplies are often quite sufficient. And living in the wild, even if you train, you can't believe that when you are in a desperate situation, no one will really eat those things as food.

Seeing Guo Zhenbei's look, the man in front of him actually showed a grateful look. He quickly picked up the four corners of the sheets, like a frightened mouse, and suddenly squeezed into the crowd.

"Hey, this guy doesn't run slowly, as if he was holding a baby. Believe me, in a few days, no one will eat that!"

Guo Zhenbei, who has secretly made up his mind, has a complete set of plans. He can't rely on the "H County Survivor Base" alone, as well as the survivor bases including the Alliance and the Chamber of Commerce, to produce and find food to help millions of survivors in the whole Xi'an. Even if there is food, I'm afraid that not so many vehicles will be transported here in time.

So light armor, modified pistols and submachine guns can enable the survivors of Xi'an to get a large amount of supplies from Xi'an itself. After all, this is a metropolitan area with a population of tens of millions, with nearby Xianyang, Lintong, Xi'an and all nearby towns, in which the content of materials is absolutely many times more than needed.

In addition to fresh vegetables and meat, the food that has deteriorated in half a year should be well preserved. So as long as the military and police support, through the ropeway, civilians can get back a large amount of materials to solve the urgent needs of Xi'an.

As for the future, Guo Zhenbei did not think too much. After solving the urgent problem, his task should come to an end. Then it is time to save those "big people" and take back China's "strategic weapon system" for the military in Xi'an, and thus fight against the invasive "rescue" of the Fusang people.

The reason why the "strategic weapon system" is to be brought back to the military is that even if Guo Zhenbei controls some armed forces, it is absolutely impossible to fight against hundreds of thousands, equipped with the "Warrior I Combat Mecha" Fusang Mechanized Division.

This is the difference between elite troops and ordinary troops, although elite troops have extremely high combat efficiency. But without an ordinary army, the operational efficiency of elite troops will be greatly reduced, and even fail due to lack of cooperation.

The Xi'an military is a relatively well-preserved force. Although there is an extreme shortage of ammunition, armored vehicles have no oil at all. But with them, you can always think of a relatively large role. And the survivors of Xi'an, after the battle to search for supplies, believe that there will be more combatants at that time.

So I can't figure out why the whole event should be done. As for Guo Zhenbei, it is not his long-term vision, but a sufficient amount of data from satellite systems around the world provided by Siweier.

Just as Guo Zhenbei was thinking about those long-term things, the situation on the street in front of him became extremely bad in an instant.

"Wow..."

The sound of the truck engine sounded, which made Guo Zhenbei frown with dissatisfaction. The army's military vehicles are still short of fuel and can't move. How can these "City G" vehicles move, and even they can afford the needs of trucks?

With curiosity, Guo Zhenbei squeezed into a store on the side of the street. Fresh vegetables are sold there. In addition to the clerks, there are also several people with blatant knives and sticks.

They are looking at the ordinary people who are trying to hide in their store, as well as some street merchants who are holding their "shops" tightly in their arms. Naturally, they have to raise their eyebrows. However, when Guo Zhenbei, the guy who looked nutritious on the outside and wore a military uniform and a weapon, the expression of the man who raised his eyebrows changed, and his attitude was as respectful as if he had seen the real "uncle", and nodded and bowed.

It's not their fault. You probably read "The Death of a Small Civil Servative" like this, and you will probably understand it all, and there will be no doubt at all.

"Good boy, these guys who came are really awesome, just like a tiger entering the jungle!"

Hearing Guo Zhenbei's words, several people present wanted to laugh, but in front of Guo Zhenbei, they didn't dare to laugh. Guo Zhenbei doesn't have much malice towards these people. Generally speaking, a hoodlum who scares people is not a heinous crime. And I believe that the security guards in these small shops are just for the food given to them by the shopkeeper. What a great bad guy!

Touching the pocket, Guo Zhenbei found that he had finished smoking the cigars he brought. He also ran outside a lot recently, and almost never stayed in the "H County Survivor Base". But it was not difficult for him to take out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.

His behavior made the people around him stare one by one. Looking at their appearance, they were all people who had already forgotten the smell of cigarettes. Guo Zhenbei threw one casually, but asked the man with the knife.

"Why, you are going to kill people with a knife. How dare you be on this street!"

The man actually smiled very embarrassedly and spoke with a little shyness. He didn't look like a gangster.

"How dare you, but this big brother, you know that everyone is short of food now, and no one dares to come in and grab it. Isn't there nothing we can do!"

When he spoke, Guo Zhenbei noticed that the owner of the store was quietly looking at him. In an instant, Guo Zhenbei's "brain partner" Xiaomi has thrown out a few red words coherently.

"Greed, malicious, prepared..."

Guo Zhenbei smiled coldly in his heart. Probably they were looking at their own smoke. And it is certain that the bosses who can run the store at this time are definitely Hu Xueyan's "officials". Business. Even many are not just "officials. Businessman", and it is basically the official's own shop with sheep's head.

It seems that this guy can attract people in a while, and then grab all the things on his body, of course, after stuning himself. For this kind of thing, Guo Zhenbei doesn't mind hitting their heads with the rule of "using heavy code in troubled times".

So he just pretended not to know the attention of the store owner. Then he chatted with the people in the store. He wanted to know more about the situation in Xi'an.

"Well, are there still a lot of foreigners in Xi'an? How are they doing?"

Several thrips smoking will all sit down nearby with the envious eyes of ordinary people. They haven't smoked for a long time. After smoking a few times, they all showed a state of "drunk smoke".

That's a very energetic feeling. I used to quit smoking for two months without laughing, and the first cigarette went down when I smoked again. Wow, that's really a fairy-like feeling. Dizzy and comfortable. However, smoking is harmful to health. If you can quit, you'd better quit.

When they fainted, Guo Zhenbei chatted with them. People who smoke and feel dizzy basically don't go through the brain when they talk at this time.

"Hey, they eat special food, but they don't eat well. They are better than those who have just starved to death and can eat half full. Those guys are big and hungry like wolves. If you have the skills, you will be full!"

Guo Zhenbei is still satisfied with this matter and gives a little special offer to foreigners, which is undoubtedly for the restoration of international relations in the future and it is easier to carry out diplomacy. And this also comes from one side. The "Xi'an Reconstruction Management Committee" here in Xi'an is not clear about the international situation at all.

Of course, Guo Zhenbei also knew it for a long time. It used to be the result of Siweier's analysis. Only after Savier controlled the satellite system yesterday, the situation in the whole world became clear in Guo Zhenbei's mind.

Basically, 7 billion people in the world will not survive more than 1 billion. And they are all sporadic small bases, including people who have fled to the Arctic and some special areas. Those stories will be told in the future. Now please pay attention to China. Can it stop the "salvation" of the people of Fusang people?

Therefore, such a processing result is in line with the image requirements of China's "responsible power". It doesn't sound like anything particularly excessive, although it must be unfair compared with ordinary Chinese.

"What about the idle people in the city?"

This is what Guo Zhenbei really cares about. Of course, capable doctors like Xiao A Liang's parents can survive. So ordinary people who have no skills and only a handful of strength, can they survive?

"Alas, except for those who have been used by the management committee, everyone else is idle. No matter whether you have skills or not, it's just idle. I'm an idle person. I have the strength to be a security guard. There are some technicians. Now the management committee doesn't need it. That's pitiful. I'm counting on the steamed buns issued by the management committee for a day.

Listening to the words of people who smoke and faint, Guo Zhenbei doesn't feel much. Because he hasn't seen those steamed buns, of course he can't understand them.

"Well, we all call it a strange lens. Your eldest brother will understand if you see it!"