Chapter 1868 Businessman
Half a month has passed.
Even the major was a little unbelievable that the fortress could hold on for so long.
There are still enough bullets, but there is not much food.
The reason is very simple. Some cockroaches have leaked in. They do not attack people, but they go looking for food first, sweeping away canned food, dry bread, beef jerky...
Moreover, after eating, they will give birth to babies. One cockroach will give birth to one hundred thousand, and they will take shape in ten days. Who can withstand this?
Cleaning out ordinary cockroaches is very difficult, let alone cleaning out these radioactive cockroaches in a fortress?
And many soldiers began to suffer from radiation sickness and fell one after another.
There were more than seven hundred people, but now only more than half are left.
For this major, I would also like to thank the cockroaches for not being too aggressive, and their combat power is still very weak compared to humans.
If the same number of ghouls entered the fortress, there would probably be no one left.
“I want to go home.” A soldier who was infected with radiation sickness and had a high fever said.
"Hold on, there will be an order to retreat soon." The person next to him comforted.
"Is it really possible? The officers have given up on us! There will be no rescue at all! We are dead!" A soldier said desperately.
“Don’t say anything depressing, we will definitely be able to go back alive!” The major came over and said to everyone.
There are also signs of radiation sickness on his body, and the corners of his mouth and eyes have begun to fester. It's just that he is in better health and has timely treatment from medical soldiers around him, so he looks lighter than others.
In fact, he knew very well that the telegram he received was "Hold on, hold on, hold on to TMD!"
The rank of major is already very high, and he is a middle-level officer. Even he Abandoned, let alone other soldiers.
Even so, he still used false words to comfort the soldiers.
At least let them die with the hope of going back instead of going crazy in despair.
Another half month has passed.
The soldiers broke out in riots twice. It is impossible to expect these 19th-century soldiers to act like wooden men without breaking out in riots in their desperate persistence.
During World War I, the French army refused to attack the German trenches and continued to charge to the death, even marching into Paris for this purpose.
The young master led the guards to suppress the commotion, but there were only more than 80 soldiers left.
Some people choose to run away, and some people choose to stick to it.
The reason they persisted is because the major promised them that their families would receive extra pensions after their death. The major had already sent a telegram asking his family to send extra money to the soldiers' families.
As for reinforcements, there are still none.
In fact, the major can already retreat.
More than a month later, the cockroaches have been greatly evacuated, and only a handful of them are still in the fortress.
They are not soldiers who obey orders. For such a small fortress, they will naturally retreat when they run out of food.
The few remaining living people were gathered in a few rooms that were too sturdy, and the cost of obtaining food was too high.
Now they only have very little dry food left, but there is no shortage of drinking water, because there is a tap well in the fortress, and there are no cockroaches occupying it.
Cockroaches don’t know how to block wells.
"Major, let's retreat, the food is running out." The logistics staff begged bitterly.
"The supplies will arrive soon." The major didn't lie this time.
Because they miraculously held on for more than a month, after constantly sending telegrams, they finally remembered that there was such a nail, so a team of trucks was on their way here.
Three days later, five damaged trucks arrived at the fortress, unloading ammunition, fuel, and the most important food, sausages, dry bread, beef jerky, canned fruits...
In addition A thousand body bags.
"Guys, how did you hold on? Also, it seems that body bags are no longer needed?" the truck leader said with admiration.
"Yes, the only good news in the face of these monsters is that there is no need to produce body bags, because they can even swallow bones." The major coughed and pointed to one in the distance. Said the radioactive cockroach that was chewing on his head. He felt like he was going to die, the radiation had damaged his internal organs.
People in the 19th century did not understand what radiation was. Even in the 20th century, there was still the tragic group of radium girls.
When radium was first discovered, people thought it could cure all diseases. Radium was added to everything, cosmetics, drinks, children's toys...
Nuclear drinks in radiation, in fact Not a satire, but a documentary, that is, the period when radiation was just discovered.
Fortunately, in the recent telegram reply, it was mentioned that they should pay attention to preventing new plagues, avoid close contact with cockroaches, and after killing them, they should quickly clean them up and burn them far away.
People in the 19th century didn't know it, but their gods did.
It just describes radiation as a plague.
"It seems that your illness is very serious, but it doesn't matter. Drink this glass of tranquil water and you will be fine." The truck leader said, moving a box of cans from the compartment, which contained dark brown cans. drinks.
The major had no doubts and drank directly.
Who else would harm him?
He will die soon.
After drinking the dark brown drink, he only felt that something was churning inside his body, and it was a bit itchy and fleshy.
After a while, he felt that the ulcers and terrible sore spores on his body were receding rapidly.
"Such a powerful drug! I want to give it to the soldiers to drink quickly!"
"Well, yes, this is proof that God has not given up on us yet." The truck leader said meaningfully Said.
The morale of the soldiers was soon restored. Only a few disabled soldiers were still very depressed, but they were also treated as being sent to the rear.
This made everyone happy.
Until the next day.
The truck drivers slept in the fortress for a whole night before leaving.
When they woke up in the morning, they found that the fortress was surrounded again!
This time it was a group of mutated hunting dogs. Their gray-brown bodies were covered with scars and rashes, which made people feel their scalp numb after looking at them.
"Haha, we have dog meat to eat!" A soldier laughed crazily, and then fired the first bullet.
Fortunately, there are not enough of these hunting dogs, and they are far less difficult to deal with than cockroaches.
The shell of a cockroach is hard, and if you hit it, ricochet will often appear.
The hunting dogs are not so difficult to kill, basically one shot will kill them.
After more than an hour, most of the hunting dogs ran away with their tails between their legs, and only a few died under the fortress.
"Okay, you can bring one or two fresh corpses back and let the gentlemen study them carefully." The major said with a smile.
"Yeah, I hope they won't intercept us on the road."
"I sent ten people to escort you. They don't have to come back after they arrive at the place, they can directly ask for our troops in the rear. Support.”
The truckers are on the road.
The major watched them go with heavy eyes.
The soldiers escorting the truck didn't think so much. They just felt that they could get out of this hell temporarily.
A few days later, a group of two-headed cows came.
The soldiers did not fire because there were people behind and there were goods on the cattle.
"We are businessmen of XX company. What do you need? Food, bottle caps, or women's illustrated magazines? We accept everything, bullets, guns, food, women?" A big man with a dusty face shouted .
(End of this chapter)