Apocalyptic Red Alert

Driving on the road to the temporary residence of the survivors, Han Feng asked, "Luna, what went wrong? As early as two months ago, I said in advance that I would try to collect heating equipment as much as possible. How could I still return it?" not enough?"

On the way, Han Feng was a little angry. Even though I had made so many preparations, why was it that I was still "overstretched" and caught off guard in the end? !

"Reporting to Team Han, two months ago... during the zombie craze... a zombie with its whole body on fire rushed into the warehouse by accident... and it caught fire..." Luna told the whole story intermittently.

"Why didn't I know?! Why didn't you tell me?!" Holding the steering wheel, Han Feng felt confused... He didn't know who was responsible for this "accident"... Was it his own responsibility? It's still Luna's responsibility...

"Team Han, you were in a coma at the time. So I didn't notify you of this immediately. I'm sorry..."

After a pause, Luna continued, "After that battle, we collected as many leather jackets as possible from the conscripts. In addition, the main items Tanya collected after that were heating and thermal equipment. I thought..."

"Then you thought these things were enough, right..." At this time, Han Feng's tone became much gentler.

"I'm sorry, Team Korea! I didn't do a good job of statistics! I'm very sorry!"

"Alas..." Han Feng sighed, feeling endless regret...

After thinking for a while, Han Feng asked, "How much heating equipment do we have now?"

"Telling the Korean team, so far, we have 128 electric heaters, 381 small solar heaters, and 8,000 cotton-padded clothes..."

"I don't want to listen to this. Just tell me how many people these equipments are enough for." Han Feng felt that such statistics were too troublesome, so he spoke directly and asked Luna to directly tell how many people were enough for them. At the same time... Han Feng was a little confused. He had collected heating equipment for so long, so why did he only have so few...

"Reporting to the Korean team, the existing heating equipment... is only enough for more than 4,500 people.

"..."

After Luna finished speaking, Han Feng pursed his lips, thinking something bad...

There are more than 7,000 survivors in the temporary residence alone, not counting the supplies of six brigades and four to five hundred Red Police soldiers.

According to the current progress of my development, the heating equipment will cost more than 10,000 yuan, right?

Thinking of this, Han Feng had already driven to the temporary residence of the survivors. After parking the car, Han Feng walked into the colored steel house in front of him.

Once inside, Han Feng felt that the temperature had not increased much. Passing by several single rooms in a row, Han Feng's individual bedroom was empty.

When Han Feng climbed to the second floor, the truth came out...

It turned out that these survivors chose to "squeeze in" because of the cold. In addition, electric heating is limited, so most people carry camp beds to live in their friends' bedrooms.

"Ahem!"

"Ah Ting!!!"

Coughs and sneezes sounded one after another, endlessly.

"It seems that this place has also fallen..." After muttering in a low voice, Han Feng went directly to Brother Wang's bedroom.

Opening the door, Han Feng saw Kong Xiang standing beside Brother Wang's bed. And on the bed... was Wang Man, who couldn't bear the fever.

"Brother Han? You're here!" When he saw Han Feng, Kong Xiang showed a relaxed smile and said at the same time, "The little sun that Brother Peng sent just now is really life-saving~"

Kong Xiang turned his head and looked at Wang Man on the bed, and continued, "Oh... Brother Wang is also stupid! He thought he was strong and could withstand the cold, so he gave away all the heaters to others. He only kept one cotton-padded jacket, but it turned out …”

"Stop talking..." Holding Kong Xiang's shoulders, Han Feng pulled him out of the bedroom...

After a brief inquiry, the situation here was almost as serious as Han Feng thought.

Fortunately, there are enough medicines, so I don’t have to worry about medication.

More than ten minutes later, Han Feng went downstairs and walked out of the colored steel room.

"Luna, prepare troops! Let all the soldiers of the 1, 2, and 3 Brigade assemble! Let's go to the city!" After a pause, Han Feng continued, "Bring all the semi-trailers! I don't believe it. Come back fully loaded with 800 Tons! Let’s see if it’s enough!”

Following Han Feng's order, Luna said, "Okay, Team Han."

But... Luna hesitated and said, "Report to the Korean team... In the urban area, electrical appliance stores, clothing markets... have been visited by Tanya, and everything that can be taken away..."

Hearing what Luna said, Han Feng slowly clenched his fists. After thinking for a while, he said, "Then pry open the door! Go home and get it! By the way...bring ten engineers with you! I'll be of great use!"

"Okay Team Korea, no problem."

Just do it! Tens of minutes later, three brigades with ten semi-trailers were waiting outside the zinc mine gate, ready to go.

"Set off!"

As Han Feng issued this order, the convoy slowly started and headed towards the city...

Due to the cold weather and slippery roads, it took Han Feng four hours to enter the city this time!

When we arrived in the city, it was already around one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Luna, find the nearest community and drive directly there."

"Okay, Team Korea."

In less than ten minutes, the convoy forcibly broke the landing gear at the entrance of the community and entered rampantly.

Pointing at a random building, Han Feng ordered, "Sniper, scout the surroundings! Make sure to ensure safety!"

"Engineer, you are responsible for opening the doors of each resident!"

"American soldiers, you follow the engineer and are responsible for covering the engineer and cleaning up the zombies in the residents!"

"Mobilized soldiers, you also follow the engineer and are responsible for temporary security and transportation of supplies!"

"All...action!"

"Yes! Team Han!"

"Yes! Team Han!"

"Yes! Team Han..."

Orders were issued one after another, and all the Red Police soldiers performed their duties and began to get busy.

Han Feng, who was sitting in the car, was not idle and asked Luna to scan the surrounding area with radar.

It's not good luck... There are no survivors and no supply boxes within the scanning range...

"roar!!!"

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta!"

Soon, the roars of zombies began to be heard in various buildings. But the intense gunfire that followed announced the zombies' fate.

Taking out a cigarette and lighting it, Han Feng held the cigarette in his mouth and watched a line of soldiers coming out of the unit door. In the arms of the remobilized soldiers, there were piles of cotton clothes, quilts and various heating equipment.

"Luna, can the combat laboratory make these heating equipment?" Han Feng exhaled a puff of smoke and felt that the speed of transportation was really "touching", so he asked Luna casually.

"Report to the Korean team that the combat laboratory cannot produce heating equipment..."

"What about the cotton jackets and quilts?"

"No way..."

"Alas..." Han Feng sighed, thinking that this road was "blocked"...

While murmuring, Han Feng said softly, "It would be great if the Red Alert System could make these things..."

"Report to the Korean team, please build main buildings and unlock more functions."

"Aha?! Ahem!" Hearing Luna say these words, Han Feng choked on a puff of cigarette...

"Can the Red Alert System really build heating equipment?!!!" Han Feng asked again and again in disbelief.

"Sorry, Team Han, I can't answer this question before you unlock the main building."

After hearing this, Han Feng clenched his fist and waved it excitedly!

Based on his knowledge of having been with the red alert system for so long, Han Feng knew... since the system said so, there must be a solution!

There is no way~Who allowed himself to "decipher" the "urinary nature" of this system~

When you have something to look forward to in your heart, time goes by faster. In the blink of an eye, four hours passed...

During these four hours, gunfire