Natural Disaster Strikes: From Joining the Rescue Team

Chapter 922, Oath

Tagore's voice was filled with pain. "Colonel, there are still hundreds of thousands of people ahead of us, and we still have time. If you count carefully, today is the eighth day with temperatures of minus thirty degrees Celsius, and the day after tomorrow will be the tenth day. The day after tomorrow will be the day when the weather is so bad that the ground can no longer support life, and we can still take some people away."

"When you calculate, please remember that we are on the same planet. There is a time difference between different regions. To be precise, the day after tomorrow is the day when nature will truly show its power."

There were more than just Tago's voices coming from the communicator. Someone's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a broken gong, and he was shouting something.

"Liang's rescue team, we see that you still haven't turned the car around and haven't headed for the direction of marked location 5. So we plan to use two methods to stop you. First, reason with you. Ground rescue is tiring, but flying in the air is even more tiring. I'm not the colonel talking to you, but the colonel is also on the plane. If we continue to reason with you and cause a flight error, whether it's the other pilots or the colonel who make a mistake, you can't bear it. Second, fire weapons at the road in front of you, destroy the road and force you to go to marked location 5. I know that you are a rescue team composed of civilian members. Unlike us in the base rescue team, the materials you send back, including the population, are converted into wealth, while we only take the reward part stipulated outside of the loss. Therefore, you are all very rich, but I still hope you can afford all the expenses of this weapon launch. Repeat, if the weapon is launched by intentional behavior, according to the latest base rules of the Lifeless Investment Company, the person who deliberately violates the rules shall bear the expenses. Now enter the countdown for the missile launch. This launch is a one-time launch of 9 missiles. 8, 7, 6"

In the car speeding towards the city in the snow, Tagore in the lead car broke out in a cold sweat and yelled into the car communicator: "Turn, turn! All vehicles turn on the left turn signal. Give the team leader one minute to check the turn signal. Turn left, turn left! Turn in one minute!"

At the same time, a cold mechanical voice came from the small communicator attached to his shoulder: "The launch countdown is paused, but it can be restarted at any time. There are three seconds left."

The hoarse man groaned, "But we are less than ten miles away from the city!"

Xituo's voice was hoarse, but it was still audible that it was him. He said, "Luo Luo, we are not a group of scattered sand. We have official help. The colonel's crew came to take us home and told us to do as they said."

They were all in the front car today, in the front row, breaking the wind. At this time, Xinsike suddenly said, "Look ahead!"

The wind blew the snow and brought a haze, and then blew the haze away. The city area ten miles away was covered with a layer of white, which turned into a white line in the sky in the sight. The uneven white snow often could not be seen unless you got close.

As a result, some bumps and unevenness nearby came into the eyes of the people in the lead car.

They were a group of staggering people, walking so slowly in the cold that they looked as if they had not moved at all, like a group of snow sculptures standing still.

Tago, Xinsko, Xito and Luo Luo's eyes instantly turned red and tears burst out like a dam breaking.

Luo Luo forgot that his throat was broken from talking too much a few days ago. He shouted: "What should I do? God, I really hope they are still alive!"

The unpleasant voice scraped his eardrums and made Tago's head hurt. He couldn't think of anything and just shouted out of instinct: "Colonel, there are people in front of our car, they may still be alive!"

"Are you sure he's still alive?"

Another magnetic voice said, "Okay, Huanu, since we can see someone with our eyes, we can't pretend not to see it. Let the convoy stop to complete the final work, and we will taxi the plane to meet up with the convoy."

Huanu: "Okay, teacher."

Hua Nu: "Liang's rescue team, you can stop the car to accept people within your sight. I repeat, you can only accept people within your sight. The plane will meet you there."

Luo Luo: "I can see the city in my sight!"

Hua Nu: "Uh! Can you please stop talking? Can you let your co-pilot or someone with a better voice speak? It's like ten thousand broken gongs beating in my ears."

After hearing this, Luo Luo shouted even more vigorously: "Let's go to the city, okay? Otherwise, I will keep talking."

A magnetic voice: "Hello, children, I am Colonel Atov, yes, I am myself. I was a retired soldier, and now I am an active soldier again. I know you are not soldiers and have no concept of following orders, but please understand this. There are critically ill patients in the sleeping cabin of our plane. They need to arrive at the base a moment earlier and be handed over to the corresponding doctors. We dare not delay them all the way. What about you? Do you intend to delay the lives of others who will definitely survive if they arrive at the base earlier with a population of hundreds of thousands who may not care about your rescue at all?"

Luo Luo was completely speechless.

Only Tagore was talking: "Stop the car, we are going to park here!"

Then it was Xituo who said, "Hello, Colonel, I agree with you. We also have critically ill patients in our car, and we also hope to send them to the doctors at the base as soon as possible. However, I am the father of three sons. I am not a child anymore."

Colonel Atov: "Hello, you are not a child's child, thank you for agreeing with me. Huh? You said you have three sons? Well, I am really tired after this flight, well, you are a brother."

Luo Luo's spirits revived by these warm words: "Colonel, why can I understand what you say? I was hoarse from asking people to get on the bus two days ago. I can't speak and can only think. Why can I understand what the pilots say?"

Hua Nu: "This sound quality! Someone please save me, my ears are failing."

Luo Luo smiled wickedly: "Hehe."

Colonel Atov: "Let me ask you first, are you a child or a brother?"

Luo Luo said proudly: "I have a child!"

Xituo: "Don't listen to his colonel, his child is still in his girlfriend's belly, and he and his girlfriend haven't married yet."

Colonel Atov: "Okay, kid, our company's communicator can automatically translate languages."

Luo Luo yelled: "Ahhh, I want to keep this communicator, who has a good idea?"

Hua Nu: "As long as you keep your mouth shut from now on until your voice is restored, I will find a way to make a fake model for you to play with."

Luo Luo continued to yell: "Ahhh! I don't want to be fake. Sometimes I am really proud that I parked my car well. I will get out of the car and talk later."

Huanu: "Boy! You hurt me again, but I suddenly want to help you."

Colonel Atov: "Then shut up for now. The communicator in the company is very tense."

Hua Nu: "Teacher, when the snowstorm comes, there is nothing we are not nervous about. Time is tight, planes are tight, and personnel are tight, so the civilian rescue team appears, and communicators and protective clothing are tight."

Colonel Atov: "We landed safely, that's great. I'm also short of coffee, if anyone can get away, please make some for me."

Hua Nu: "Teacher, of course it's me."

Colonel Atov: "Thank you for not being too nervous."

In the snow, there was no more introduction, no more explanation, and people getting off the bus were busy helping people in the snow into the bus.

The fleet still has luxurious extended RVs, buses with thermal insulation or super-long buses, which can accommodate more people. RVs have heating and air exchange equipment, and buses and heavy trucks that are mainly used to carry supplies are also equipped with heating and air exchange equipment. If the RV is full, they will take the bus, and if the bus is full, they will take the heavy truck.

When the last person was sent to the truck compartment, the person who came in first finally regained the strength to speak in the warmth. Trembling, he said, "My cousin said that a group of people are coming to pick us up. Go to the base. His name is Pero. He called me on a landline before getting on the truck to the base. The cell phone doesn't work, but the wire buried underground can still work. I've been waiting for you. I come out to look for you every day."

Tago looked confusedly at the urban area about ten miles away. Luo Luo said that he saw the urban area, but Tago had good eyesight but could not see anything at all. In the distance, wind and snow covered the sky and the earth, and there was only a haze.

Maybe Luo Luo wanted to save people, so he said something nonsense.

Tagore shouted back to the survivors: "Everyone sit down, let's get on the plane and go to the base!"

He turned around and ran back to the cab, picked up the car communicator and spoke in one breath: "Do they have to wait for us to come over and talk until our mouths are hoarse, and even have to fight a few times before they can be rescued? They can still save themselves. There is no one in the city to deliver vegetables, and they can walk dozens of miles in zero-degree weather and pull them back with a cart themselves. We can't save everyone! Let's go, get on the plane and go home!"

Wiping the tears from his face, Tago was the first to start the car.

Not far away, more than one plane was taxiing over.

Colonel Atov: "Well said, kid, you're always a kid, right?"

Tagore choked up: "Just treat me as a child. I'm in a bad mood right now. I want to cry and make a scene. I need a parent to stop me."

Colonel Atov: "Okay, don't cry, kids. Thank you for thinking of the word self-rescue. I wanted to say it when I was talking to you just now, but you stopped the car to rescue, so I didn't say it. Listen carefully, the city in front of you is the same as most areas on this planet. The suspension of logistics has caused fresh vegetables and replenished food to disappear, but there is still a kind of material called reserve food. Even the city hall with the worst sense of responsibility will not allow the territory to be without three months of reserve food. As long as they use the reserve food carefully, they can at least last for more than a year."

Xituo sighed, "Colonel, when the snowstorm comes, order changes, or even disappears. We have seen supermarkets and shops being smashed and looted in many places. In the process of looting, food was trampled into the snow and scattered everywhere. It's a waste and a pity. Human lives are also in danger at any time."

Colonel Atov: "These are not things we can control. We can't change the global order with a single blow, nor can we ensure that people around the world who don't enter the base get enough food. But there is one thing I want to ask them. In the past twenty days, there were ten days with zero degrees, ten days with minus 30 degrees, and a few days with advance warning from our company. What are these people who are still stuck in the snow doing?"

Xinsike was at a loss: "They are hesitating, not believing, wandering, watching, and even laughing."

Colonel Atov: "Seriously speaking, it's not their fault. Everyone has hesitation, disbelief, wandering, and waiting emotions. It's normal to show up. But we can't take everyone to a base without wind and snow, and it can't be considered our fault. Okay, kids, that's all. Thank you for thinking it through. If you can't figure it out, keep thinking about it. Now the plane has arrived and we are opening the door. You can get on board by turning around."

Tago yelled, "Turn around, board the plane, and go home!"

As the car turned, he roared again: "They are all alive! They are all alive and well!"

The heavy truck sped away towards the plane.

Xituo followed closely and looked towards the invisible city area: "They are all alive!"

Xinsko: "Live well!"

Luo Luo's last one: "Alive!"

The hoarse voice managed to shout out the tragic tone of iron horses.

In front, there was more than one plane and more than one crew, but all the planes were emitting bright internal lights, and the doors of the transport planes were all open.

Heavy trucks, RVs, and buses go up one by one towards the nearest plane until the flight crew indicates that they are full, and then turn to the next plane.

This is the flight home.

From the previous collaborations with airplanes, the car team leaders knew that as long as the supplies and people were on board the plane, there would be someone in charge of the rest, including hunger, thirst, illness, etc.

Of course, they didn't board the plane at all in the first few times, and there was no way they could be responsible for it, but they always knew that the arrangements on the plane were in place.

Thirteen team leaders were in a plane. They walked out of the cockpit and headed for the rest area according to the pilot's instructions, without caring about supplies at all.

Following the instructions on the wall, everyone took out hot coffee and hot bread and sausage from the machine, sat around a small table fixed on the ground in the cabin, and started to munch on them.

The thirteen people ate with heavy expressions, as if they were worried. They were probably thinking about the people in the city ten miles away.

A mechanical sound rang out.

"Liang's rescue team, please note that a letter from home has arrived."

They all became more energetic and smiles appeared naturally on their faces.

Without much searching, I saw a projection unfolding in a beam of light above my head and a picture appearing on the wall next to me.

Each of them waved to their family, relatives and friends: "Don't worry, we are on the plane and will be back soon."

There were happy faces both inside and outside the projection.

Two days later.

The snowstorm blew hard, attacking the dome.

Princess Helen, dressed in a gorgeous and solemn dress, walked solemnly to a microphone and raised her right hand.

"Dear fellow base members, just ten minutes ago, the respected Miss Forecast once again proved her powerful ability, and a stronger snowstorm really came. Fortunately, we recovered all the ground rescue team members in time. Fortunately, we replaced the plane for the pilot in time. Fortunately, we have the brave Colonel Atov Morton, who is now practicing in the snowstorm. According to the news just sent back, the performance of the new plane is completely up to standard. Fortunately, we have a group of brave pilots who followed the colonel and formed a severe weather rescue team. They are now heading to various parts of the world in the snowstorm. We have never stopped the pace of rescue. Fortunately! We have a wise president and base commander. When we did not realize that the danger was coming, he used his personal wisdom to prompt us to relocate and save the lives, work and lives of all of us. Now, let us swear from the bottom of our hearts for the respected Miss Forecast, the respected president, the respected colonel and his rescue team."

Under her leadership, work in all parts of the base was suspended. Everyone, whether in the office or cleaning the streets, stopped and raised their right hands. The sound of shouting could be heard everywhere.

"I pledge to embrace others with love and to build a beautiful home together with survivors around the world."

"I pledge to work hard and love our common beautiful base."

"I swear to cherish myself and cherish life. Everyone can create their own value. I am not a burden or responsibility to others."

See you tomorrow.