377: See you at home

Jiang Fei told Su Liuyuan, "Only Huaxia people are allowed on the vehicles."

Supplies were so precious, why should they help other countries rescue their survivors?

Especially since there were also the thieving countries of Kimchi Country and Country Y.

It was already good that they hadn't taken the opportunity to kill them.

Su Liuyuan had a difficult expression, "Country Y people are easy to identify with their blonde hair and blue eyes, but Kimchi Country and Country T are both Asian, and there are some similarities."

"What if survivors from these two countries know Chinese and pretend to be Huaxia people?"

Jiang Fei thought for a moment, then whispered a few words to Su Liuyuan.

After listening, Su Liuyuan silently gave her a thumbs up.

The Captain really had a lot of tricks up her sleeve!

No wonder she and Lu Yu were a family!

Su Liuyuan told Xu Qianyao and the others about Jiang Fei's plan.

The few of them returned to the RV to get their weapons.

Jiang Fei, Lu Yu, Su Liuyuan, Xu Qianyao, and Yan Tianjie each took charge of one truck.

Zhu Xiaowu and Uncle Liu were responsible for maintaining order.

Taking a handheld megaphone from the vehicle, Jiang Fei addressed the crowd:

"Now, divide into five teams and line up for identity verification."

"As long as you answer our Comrade's questions correctly, you can board the truck and head to Huaxia Base."

"We only take Huaxia people on the vehicles. Survivors from other countries, please voluntarily withdraw from the line."

"If anyone is found to be concealing their identity, they will be killed on the spot."

More than a dozen people withdrew from the crowd, which didn't match the number Uncle Liu had mentioned.

Jiang Fei wasn't worried and began verifying identities, asking the first survivor:

"What is the last line of our national anthem?"

The survivor quickly sang it in his heart: "March on! March on! March on! On!"

"Get on the vehicle."

The second survivor confidently raised his head, ready to sing the national anthem, but Jiang Fei changed the question.

"Which region are you from?"

"Northeast."

"Do you eat salty or sweet tofu pudding?"

"Definitely salty!"

"Get on the vehicle."

When it was the third survivor's turn, Jiang Fei had just started to say:

"Nod yes, shake head no..."

The person reflexively replied, "Come is come, go is go!"

"Get on the vehicle."

The questions Jiang Fei and the others asked were basically lyrics from the national anthem, local specialties, regional tastes, classic skit memes, and significant Huaxia holidays.

More and more people withdrew from the line; they were survivors from other countries trying to fish in troubled waters.

Upon hearing the questions, there were no loopholes to exploit, and not wanting to be shot, they could only leave voluntarily.

Just as Jiang Fei was about to verify the identity of the next survivor, she looked up and saw a slightly familiar face.

Jiang Fei tentatively called out a name:

"Feng Chenlu?"

"Miss Jiang, long time no see."

Feng Chenlu smiled and greeted Jiang Fei.

In a trance, she was back in Yulan Garden in Lincheng.

At that time, Feng Chenlu was a grid member of the community, and she hadn't officially formed a team with Lu Yu and the others... And behind Feng Chenlu was another acquaintance.

Qiu Qiu, the manager of Mos Hotel and Shao Ziyue's good friend.

The two were holding hands, looking like very good friends.

"How did you two end up together?"

Qiu Qiu glanced at Feng Chenlu and smiled, "Fate, I guess."

"The day I was wandering in Ling Province and almost starved to death, Chenlu shared half of her food with me and saved my life."

"Later, I found out she was from the Qingyang City Safety Shelter and also knew you."

"That's how we became good friends."

Fate truly is wonderful.

Jiang Fei thought.

"What about Xiao Jia?"

Feng Chenlu sighed, "Xiao Jia died in the gray fog disaster."

"That child was foolish; he gave his protective gear to someone else and lost his own life forever."

Jiang Fei had some impression of Xiao Jia.

She remembered Xiao Jia was a year or two younger than her.

Their first meeting was during the extreme cold, when the city was frozen. Xiao Jia's nose was red from the cold, and he was wearing a Lei Feng hat, coming to inform her to collect official supplies.

He had always diligently performed his duties.

What a pity.

"Get on the vehicle, both of you."

"Shao Ziyue and Mo Yanan are both at Huaxia Base. Once you arrive, you can find them at the Agricultural Park or the Administration Bureau."

"Thank you, Miss Jiang." Qiu Qiu helped Feng Chenlu into the back of the truck.

Jiang Fei then noticed that Feng Chenlu's right leg was splinted with a wooden board.

She had clearly suffered a fracture.

"Chenlu, I have splints in my vehicle. Come find me later, and I'll change it for you..."

Suddenly, a shout rang out.

"I am a Huaxia person! Why won't you let me on the vehicle!"

"Everyone, come and see! To save supplies, they're slandering me as a person from Kimchi Country! This is outrageous!"

A quarrel broke out at Xu Qianyao's truck next door.

A man with a plastic bucket over his head was pointing at Xu Qianyao's nose and cursing.

Jiang Fei walked over with her gun.

"What's going on?"

Xu Qianyao was helpless, "I asked him which country kimchi originated from, and he said Kimchi Country. This is clearly not someone from our country."

"Who doesn't know that kimchi originated in Huaxia?"

"Back then, kimchi wasn't called kimchi; it was called 'zu,' meaning pickled vegetables."

The man was indignant, "But I sang our national anthem completely!"

"And I speak Chinese so well, why do you doubt me?!"

Jiang Fei raised her hand and made a gesture similar to pinching.

The man, who had been calmly arguing just a second ago, instantly broke down: "Xi ba, who are you calling small?!"

Bang—!

"Ah!"

One shot hit the man's arm.

Jiang Fei immediately fired another shot, hitting the man's ear, shoulder, thigh, and ankle... until the man died in agony. Jiang Fei coldly scanned the crowd:

"Whoever pretends to be a Huaxia person again will suffer the same fate as him."

"Don't even think about dying painlessly."

This time, nearly half of the people in the line withdrew.

With the number of people significantly reduced, Jiang Fei and the others verified the identities of all survivors in less than an hour.

There were a total of 372 Huaxia survivors, divided among 5 truck compartments.

Everyone was unwilling to stay in Ling Province and wanted to depart that very night.

After Jiang Fei replaced the wooden splint on Feng Chenlu's leg with a proper one, she selected 14 people from the group who could drive.

They were all former soldiers from various Safety Shelter military units.

Trustworthy and reliable.

Taking a map, three backpacks containing guns and ammunition, and 7 truck keys, Jiang Fei handed them to the 14 Comrades:

"The supplies in the truck compartments are enough for you to reach Yang City."

"Divide the guns and ammunition among yourselves. Two people per vehicle, taking turns driving."

"If anyone causes trouble along the way or disobeys orders, kill them directly. Don't delay the journey."

"Have a safe trip."

The fourteen people saluted Jiang Fei in unison:

"We guarantee to complete the mission! We will safely escort the survivors home!"

Jiang Fei returned the salute: "See you at home."