Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 2147 Grain Transport Cart in the Underground Tunnel
Just as Li Yu arrived in the oil city.

maritime.

Xiao Jun and his team were piloting a permanent helicopter, concluding their reconnaissance mission and returning to headquarters.

They have a fixed flight route. Each time, they fly to the eastern coast, stay at an observation point on the eastern coast for a few hours, and then head to Taiwan Island before heading south to the Philippines.

On the return trip, they also followed the same route.

Each time, it flies over the Taiwan Strait.

This time is no exception.

This time, however, was different from usual. From the helicopter, they saw thick black smoke rising from Taiwan below.

Black smoke billowed as large swathes of forest were engulfed in flames.

"Captain Xiao, there's black smoke coming from down below. Should we go down and take a look?" the co-pilot asked Xiao Jun in the rear cabin via communicator.

Upon hearing the news, Xiao Jun looked down and indeed saw black smoke rising into the sky.

And as time went on, the black smoke grew thicker and thicker.

It hasn't rained for a year, the weather is dry, and it's normal for forests to catch fire.

Besides, they had just come from the sea fog and were still quite tired.

Xiao Jun then replied:
"Never mind, there's no need to get off. Just drive normally. Hmm? Wait a minute!"

His gaze suddenly sharpened; on a patch of open ground to the right of the black smoke, there appeared to be a line of letters.

He picked up his binoculars and looked down carefully, and sure enough, he saw three letters displayed on the open ground: SOS!

This is an internationally recognized emergency distress signal.

Around the letters, there are several small black dots, which look like survivors.

A question mark appeared in Xiao Jun's mind.

???

It's been nine years since the apocalypse, and there are still survivors on Taiwan calling for help, and they actually believe that calling for help will work!
This is truly something new.

However, Xiao Jun recalled the current policy being implemented in Dazhangshu, which focused on increasing the population and recruiting survivors.

Furthermore, before the apocalypse, Taiwan still had many well-developed industries, such as semiconductors.

I just happened to see it; I might as well go down and check it out.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jun notified another helicopter to follow him and lower its altitude.

buzzing-

The helicopter flew to an altitude of 200 meters above the ground.

At this point, the view below from the helicopter was already very clear.

There were seven or eight men and women on the ground who waved their hands vigorously after seeing the helicopter.

It seemed to be shouting for help.

"Captain Xiao, should we go down? Isn't that against the rules?" asked Su Bing, a reconnaissance team member sitting next to Xiao Jun.

This reconnaissance team member also came from the commando unit and had extremely rich combat experience.

He was temporarily transferred here from the commando team because he needed to investigate the movement of the sea fog.

Xiao Jun shook his head and called out to someone behind him:
“We won’t go down, but we can establish contact with them. Xiao Wang, get a walkie-talkie, wrap it up, and use a drone to take the walkie-talkie down.”

"Yes." Xiao Wang quickly prepared.

The open space below.

Seven or eight emaciated survivors looked at the helicopter in the sky, their faces filled with extreme excitement.

"See? See? I told you, the helicopter I saw before wasn't fake!"

"Save us!"

"They're flying towards us! Great, they must have seen us."

"Why are they just standing there? Why aren't they moving? Do they not want to get down?"

"They didn't want to save us, just as I expected."

"No, look what's flying out of the helicopter."

A drone flew out of the helicopter and headed straight for the group of people below.

Through the drone's footage, Xiao Jun was able to see the faces of these seven or eight people more clearly.

Five men and two women, all of whom appeared to be between their twenties and fifties.

After the drone flew down, it was remotely controlled, and the package on the drone fell in front of the group three meters above them.

Boom!
These people looked at the two large characters written on the package: "Open!"

A man rushed forward and quickly opened the package.

The walkie-talkie inside was exposed.

Xiao Jun, inside the helicopter, saw the man pick up the walkie-talkie through the drone's feed, and asked:
"Just the seven of you?"

"There's sound! There's sound!" the middle-aged man exclaimed excitedly, then pressed the intercom button and said:
"Yes, yes, there are only seven of us. There aren't many people. Just take the seven of us."

Xiao Jun narrowed his eyes, then changed the subject and said:
"So few people?"

The middle-aged man holding the walkie-talkie was momentarily confused about what Xiao Jun was thinking.

However, it was also clear that Xiao Jun was not entirely satisfied with the number of people.

He quickly replied:
"What I mean is, there are only seven of us here right now, but there are some others elsewhere."

"How many are there? Where are they?" Xiao Jun asked.

The middle-aged man replied:
There should be about a hundred people scattered around, all in Jiaxian Township, just down the mountain.

Jiaxian Township?
Xiao Jun used an offline map to search and found Jiaxian Township, which was only a dozen kilometers away from here.

He thought for a moment and then said:
Do you know anything about the situation at TSMC's factories? How well have the equipment been preserved there?

The middle-aged man was somewhat surprised by what he heard, but upon closer reflection, it made sense.

He guessed that the helicopter had flown in from the mainland, as there was simplified Chinese text on the fuselage.

The entire order on the island of Taiwan has collapsed, but the mainland side may be able to hold on.

They even have helicopters, so it seems normal for them to develop semiconductors.

Judging from this, the force to which this helicopter flew from the mainland must belong is quite powerful.

So he quickly replied:

"Of course I know. Before the apocalypse, I worked at TSMC, stationed at the Tainan Advanced Research Lab. I was in charge of researching the 2-nanometer process, which was the most cutting-edge project at the time."

"Oh?" Xiao Jun was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

Originally, he only wanted to contact the people below and report the matter after returning to the headquarters, so that the headquarters could send a special team to handle it.

But now I hear that the man below actually works at TSMC and even spent time in the cutting-edge research lab.

If we wait for the team sent out from headquarters later, there might be some complications, and this middle-aged man might die during the waiting period.

Thinking of this, he turned to Su Bing behind him and instructed him:

"Immediately contact headquarters, inform them of the situation here, and inquire whether it is possible to go down and bring these survivors back to headquarters."

Su Bing did not approve of going on; it was too dangerous.

If there are only these seven people on the surface below, and there are ambushes in the shadows, they will be in danger if they go down.

But Xiao Jun was, after all, the commander of their reconnaissance team, and he could only obey orders.

He immediately went to the radio station and quickly contacted headquarters.

While he was contacting the headquarters, Xiao Jun was also communicating with the middle-aged men below him, trying to get more information from them.

Headquarters Base Communications Department.

Upon receiving the message, Wu Xingchen immediately used the internal communicator at the Dazhangshu headquarters base to directly contact his second uncle, the chairman of the Dazhangshu Management Committee.

After hearing Xiao Jun and the others' questions, the second uncle went out, turned right, and headed to the office of Liu Jianwen, the deputy minister of the military department.

The two men's offices were next to each other, and Liu Jianwen, the eldest uncle, happened to be there as well. "Xiaoyu and the minister aren't here, so I had to come to you to discuss this. What do you think?" the second uncle asked Liu Jianwen.

After pondering for a moment, Liu Jianwen said:

"My thinking is rather conservative. The safety of the helicopters and reconnaissance teams is the top priority. Although the factories and resources on Taiwan are also important, this is something that cannot be rushed."

"As for the expert that Xiao Jun and the others mentioned, since he has survived until now, he must at least have the ability to protect himself. It's impossible that he couldn't wait until someone was sent over later."

"Besides, it's still uncertain whether they are experts or not. I think we should let Xiao Jun and the others come back first."

"Once communication is established, just get them to provide a radio station for those people."

Li Hongda nodded:
"My thoughts are similar to yours, so let's settle on that."

The two finalized the matter in a few words, and Li Hongda quickly relayed the order to Wu Xingchen in the communications department, who then relayed it to Xiao Jun.

After receiving the orders from headquarters, Xiao Jun instructed Su Bing to transport a portable radio down using a large drone.

Since the last incident where the judges' team encountered trouble in the sea fog, with lightning striking the helicopter and causing the onboard radio to malfunction and lose contact, each helicopter in the reconnaissance team has been equipped with three radios.

One airborne unit and two portable, mobile versions.

Soon, they placed a fully charged radio in front of the group via drone.

Subsequently, a box of dry rations was airdropped.

Xiao Jun explained to the group below that they had a mission and could not go down to rescue them.

So they were given some food and allowed to contact each other via radio. A special team would be sent over later.

After explaining these things, Xiao Jun and his group left.

on the ground.

As the helicopter drove away, the light in the eyes of those people dimmed considerably.

"Wow!" A girl in her early twenties used a knife to cut open the box that Xiao Jun and his team had just airdropped.

"It really is food!"

She tore open the packaging and popped it directly into her mouth, exclaiming, "Delicious, delicious!"

Seeing this, the others quickly stepped forward to distribute the food.

They all looked like starving ghosts reincarnated, constantly stuffing food into their mouths.

They weren't unaware that there were many bad people in the post-apocalyptic world, but a force possessing helicopters must be quite powerful.

Even if I were captured by this force and forced into hard labor, it would still be much better than staying here and starving to death.

"Brother Zhang, you should eat too." A young man tossed a bag of dry food to the middle-aged man.

Zhang Dongting took the dry food, and just as he was about to open the packaging, he was drawn to the packaging itself.

Manufacturing plant: Dazhangshu Food Factory No. 2

Several hours later, the sky darkened.

Xiao Jun led his reconnaissance team in a helicopter to the northern part of the Dazhangshu headquarters base.

The helicopter flew over the No. 1 plantation in the northwest of the headquarters base.

The No. 1 City Outside Plantation covers an area of ​​2 mu and is located in Qiaotou Township, 15 kilometers away from the headquarters base, at a relatively high altitude.

Inside the plantation, a mid-level agronomist who had just come out of the greenhouse looked up and saw two helicopters flying overhead.

The two helicopters gradually disappeared into the sunset.

He stood in the setting sun, gazing at it for a long time.

Just then, a young man came out of the greenhouse and asked the man:

"Master Zhang, the grain crops in greenhouses 344, 350, and 345 should be ready for harvest in a couple of days, right?"

Upon hearing the young man's voice, Zhang Qian snapped out of his reverie and nodded, saying:
"Okay, you, Xiao Cai, Xiao Sun and the others can harvest all the grain here. I'll notify the grain transport team to come and take the grain away in a few days."

The young man, seeing Zhang Qian's exhausted expression, said:

"Okay, Master Zhang, you should go home early today. Brother Cai and I are keeping an eye on things here."

"Okay." Zhang Qian nodded, walked to the charging station, and rode his electric scooter towards the Wen Nongyi office building at the No. 1 City Plantation.

The camphor tree has five branch bases, with a total of over 100,000 mu of greenhouses. He is just an ordinary intermediate agronomist from the Ministry of Agriculture.

Above him are senior agronomists, master agronomists, and professor-level agronomists.

Below him are technicians and junior agronomists.

Within the entire camphor tree region, the Ministry of Agriculture alone employs over ten thousand planting personnel.

Each technician is responsible for one greenhouse, and each greenhouse covers ten acres.

A junior agronomist is responsible for five technicians and five greenhouses.

An intermediate agronomist is responsible for leading five junior agronomists and overseeing twenty-five greenhouses.

And so on, the higher the level, the more greenhouses they are responsible for.

Zhang Qian has worked at the headquarters base for many years and is now a mid-level agronomist, in charge of hundreds of acres of greenhouses.

Although the planting of camphor trees has now been mechanized and intelligent, ...
The camphor trees are also planted using a refined and efficient planting method, with grain harvested two to three times a year. In addition, they need to be rotated for planting according to instructions from above.

They look relaxed, but they are actually very busy.

Because we've been busy with sowing these past two days, we'll probably be busy harvesting from the other greenhouses in a couple of days.

Throughout the year, they have to harvest almost every few weeks.
When Zhang Qian arrived at the office building on his electric scooter, the sun was already high in the sky and about to set.

He mechanically walked into the office building, found his locker, changed out of his work clothes, and put on his usual clothes.

He grabbed a flashlight, slung a small shoulder bag over his shoulder, closed the locker, and headed out of the office building.

Across from the office building is a huge entrance, somewhat resembling a subway station entrance before the apocalypse.

The difference is that at this entrance, a small section on the right is a set of steps, while a large portion on the left is a ramp for vehicles to enter and exit.

He walked down the steps and passed through a spacious underground space.

In the underground space, some cars come and go.

These vehicles are all electric mini-trucks, loaded with freshly harvested grain.

Someone saw Zhang Qian and greeted him:
"Old Zhang, are you off work?"

Zhang Qian nodded. "Just finished harvesting?"

"Hey, yeah, we have to finish harvesting tonight, or my boss will hang me."

"Alright, I'll head back now."

"Talk to you later."

After chatting with his acquaintance, Zhang Qian took out an MP3 player from his small shoulder bag, put on his headphones, and started playing some light music.

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After walking through a long underground passage, he arrived at the tunnel leading to the headquarters base.

This passageway, stretching for fifteen kilometers, is the lifeline of the plantation outside City No. 1.

The seeds, water, electricity, fertilizer, and other necessities needed for Plantation No. 1 are all transported from the headquarters base via this underground tunnel.

The grain harvested from Plantation No. 1 was also transported to the headquarters via this underground tunnel.

The reason for not walking on the ground is that the underground passage is more convenient.

The underground passageway is equipped with rail-guided trolleys, which can transport food and various other supplies 24 hours a day.

These planting workers also returned to the headquarters base in this cart.

On the other hand, the design of the underground tunnels was also to ensure that, even after the arrival of the sea fog disaster and zombies, they could still ensure that Plantation No. 1 could continue to be planted and harvested normally.

Zhang Qian waited in line behind the track cart for about five minutes.

It's rush hour now, so there are a lot of people.

Five minutes later, he sat on a railcart, which was loaded with potatoes.

He sat beside the potatoes, staring blankly into the deep passageway, while melodious music drifted from his headphones.
"Dawn breaks, awakens, echoes, wind stirs, trembles..."

(End of this chapter)