Nine Hundred and Forty-Five 1 Truck Supplies

A truck slowly stopped at the entrance of the village, where several soldiers were already waiting.

Being able to reach this position at this time shows that these soldiers have already started marching here more than ten days ago.

The roads are rough. In fact, nine out of ten of the roads in the southern region are rugged third-class roads. That is, according to the standards used by the Alan Hill Empire military, the level of travel here is "off-road".

The new trucks are still very confident in off-roading. The technology used by Alan Hill's military trucks comes from the Mercedes-Benz company in the earth civilization. It can carry several tons of cargo and fly on the roughest roads. Ben.

The alien version of this military truck also uses the most advanced magic technology. For example, it can use magic spar to increase its defense level when necessary, and eventually reach the minimum bulletproof level.

In addition, its most advanced model can also be equipped with floating magic technology. Using this technology can reduce the weight and load of the car, so that a car can double the transportation of materials without worrying about crushing the road or having adverse effects on the car body.

This brand-new military car is still produced by Mansgar Motor Company, and it is still a royal industry, but it is a subsidiary company that produces this car, and its name is Mercedes.

Chris, who is full of bad humor and doesn't like thinking about names very much, even shamelessly copied the Mercedes-Benz logo, and didn't even bother to change it.

Presumably, if Mercedes-Benz knew about it, Chris would send the advertisements to another world, so he wouldn't care about it, would he?

"It's been a hard journey." A soldier walked to the side of the car and said to his comrades who had just opened the door and jumped out of the truck.

"I hope there's still time!" The soldier who jumped off the truck pointed to a load of supplies behind him and said, "There's something for them, and there's something for you too!"

"Spare batteries, tents, disinfection equipment..." he said, and handed a loading form to the other party: "There are vaccines for two thousand people... specific medicines, vitamins, and other messy prescription drugs... ..."

He pointed to the cargo compartment behind his truck with self-deprecation, and said confidently: "If you save a little, these supplies are enough for you to save a city."

"Then come and help!" The soldier waiting at the entrance of the village with a weapon on his back didn't waste any time. He walked to the back of the truck and opened the cargo door at the back, revealing the neatly stacked brown cardboard boxes inside.

Didn't even have time to take a break,

The truck drivers and the soldiers escorting the vehicles began to help move the goods pulled by these vehicles off the trucks one by one.

Although it was mid-winter, they were still sweating profusely. Some soldiers even rolled up their sleeves, exposing their tendon-filled arms.

"Bob! Bob! Come and help!" After moving several heavy material boxes, the leader of the squad seemed to have thought of something, and shouted loudly to the village.

Following his shout, a soldier came out. He quickly walked to the side of the truck, rolled up his sleeves, and showed a trivial expression.

Indeed, looking at his arms, one can tell that carrying boxes is really a trivial matter for him.

Because, his arm is a metal puppet prosthesis with magic runes engraved on it.

This prosthesis has been specially adjusted to have greater strength, and it is also harder than ordinary civilian prostheses.

It is precisely because of this kind of prosthesis that the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire don't care about the so-called "injury". This new type of prosthetic limb is more flexible than a real arm and can grant mortals the ability to use simple magic, making it popular among mortal soldiers.

A large number of wounded were able to return to life because of this prosthesis, and some even returned to the battlefield just like the Bob in front of them.

If necessary, insert a piece of magic spar into the prosthesis, and you can temporarily have extraordinary strength and the ability to use some low-level magic. For an ordinary soldier, this is not a slight improvement. .

On a cruel battlefield, being able to use a magic defense barrier once, or having ten times the power, is an advantage that can save one's life in an instant.

For those wounded who have lost their arms or legs, it is undoubtedly a blessing to be able to live as conveniently as they used to be.

Similarly, for the Alan Hill Empire, the significance of puppet prosthetics is even more extraordinary: You must know that for the rapid development of the entire country, countless workers have lost their fingers, palms, arms, thighs, and even half of their bodies.

Now, with puppet prosthetics, they can stand up again, not only for themselves, but for their families as well.

According to statistics, from the time the puppet prosthetics were developed until now, the Ellandhill Empire has fitted more than 300,000 people with prosthetics, and among these people, 70,000 have returned to their jobs, and more than 10,000 have returned to their jobs. Serve and become the backbone of the army!

"It's a piece of cake!" Bob walked to the side of the truck, and easily took down a box of goods, while holding the box, he said, "Fortunately, you arrived in time, and serious patients have already begun to appear in this village. "

This team has been here for more than 5 hours. They briefly dealt with the sick civilians, and then they are waiting for the rescue supplies.

With these supplies, the rescue work resumed soon. Medical soldiers went door-to-door to help clean up the source of infection, and sprayed some insecticides to eliminate some mosquitoes.

It takes a lot of time to save a village, and the workload is naturally unimaginable. Everything here is too troublesome, so troublesome that it makes people feel dizzy.

First of all, there is no such thing as glass in these impoverished areas, and the windows are basically wooden frames. It is very difficult to expect these rooms, which are almost as small as prisons, to isolate mosquitoes.

The medicines used to repel mosquitoes can be effective, but these medicines themselves are not many, and it is impossible for every room to enjoy the treatment without mosquito bites.

In addition, the drinking water here is not up to standard. Although there are many disinfection tablets delivered by trucks, it is still not enough.

People generally do not have the awareness of boiling water for drinking, do not pay attention to personal hygiene, and even take clothes from the dead. This is the main reason why the plague can spread rapidly here.

What is even more depressing is that it is already the midwinter season, and the local food is basically in a state of failure. The lack of food has become another major reason for the decline in the physical fitness of the local people.

If you can't get enough to eat, and expect these people to have a good physique, that's foolishness.

This time, the Alan Hill Empire focused on deploying enough grain to the south, which was actually solving the most serious problem in the southern region.

"It's stabbed..." The scotch tape on a cardboard box was torn off, revealing neat white boxes one by one.

Open a white box, inside are prefabricated syringes neatly packed in blister material. Each syringe has been filled with a sufficient amount of vaccine.

"The method of use is very simple! Do you see this position? Don't worry about the mess, just stick it in, and then push all the liquid inside into the opponent's body! Do you understand?" the medic demonstrated to the two soldiers , even if it taught these two apprentices how to cure diseases and save lives.

There are not so many poor things here, and being able to inject the vaccine into everyone's body as quickly as possible is saving lives!

Just in the city of Briben, when the officers and soldiers of the 116th Heavy Grenadier Division of the Ireland Hill Empire were coming to arrest people, soldiers in more places were trying their best to save the most lives with the fastest speed .

Another truck with mud on its fenders bumped past the entrance of the village. It was going to a village farther away, where there were still living beings waiting to be rescued.

These trucks belong to the transport unit of the 6th Army Group, so the doors of these trucks have white letters on them, and a number "6" is written in a big way, and on the front engine compartment covers of these trucks, there are obvious Yellow IFF color.

Because there is no complementary color for too long, the edges of these numbers are a little blurred, and they are full of mottled marks. Although some of these cars have only been used for less than half a year, they can be used in the army, and their appearance will soon become vicissitudes. Get up, whether it's a person or a vehicle...

Overhead, a UH-60 helicopter engine roared and hurried past, fully loaded with supplies, heading for a farther and more rugged place. Alan Hill is mobilizing all the power it can mobilize to save the refugees in the south.

This is a more thrilling battle than a war, and it is also a practical test to test the dispatching ability of the Alan Hill Empire.

"Line up! Line up! Don't make a mess!" Soon, all the people in the village were assembled, and these ragged civilians were shoving and shoving without any order. A few soldiers with weapons on their backs maintained order on the scene, and the rest tried to distribute supplies to these undisciplined illiterates.

Only those who have been vaccinated can receive bread and instant noodles. A huge gasoline drum was used as a container, with firewood under it, and the water that was not clean inside was being boiled.

"Everyone must kill insects! Then you can only come here to drink water! Do you understand?" Next to the pushing crowd, a sergeant in a new digital camouflage uniform shouted loudly.

It seemed that no one listened to his advice at all, and those people were staring at the bread piled on the ground eagerly.

If there were not two soldiers with AK-47 assault rifles standing there, maybe these refugees would rush forward and use actual actions to perform a performance of looting supplies——

I have restored a 3000 word update, hehe.