Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 190 Evacuation, quick!

The more than 100 people who moved into Baifeng Town are just the first batch; more elderly people will move into the town later.

Perhaps it was because humans were too aggressive, or perhaps it was a natural law, but as the town grew, the wolf packs disappeared as if they had never existed. It's unclear whether they were all wiped out by Old Mi or fled in fear of humans.

As more and more elderly people moved into Baifeng Town, the limited housing stock quickly became insufficient, and later elderly people had to live in tents.

The forests surrounding the town suffered greatly, as Old Mi cut them down on a large scale to supply the town's needs.

With hundreds of people eating three meals a day plus heating, the consumption of firewood is not a small amount.

Baifeng Town gradually regained some vitality, but Ouyang was frustrated: "I was thinking of finding a place to hide away for the winter and leaving as soon as the weather warmed up. I thought no one was keeping an eye on this place. But as soon as one group of Americans left, another group came. Why can such a small town like Baifeng attract so many Americans?"

In the frying pan on the stove, several slices of meat, half a centimeter thick, were sizzling in a thin layer of fat. Zhu Yiming picked up his chopsticks and skillfully flipped the meat over: "Hey, stop complaining. You know why, don't you?"

Jiang Yuwei said, "I guess the situation in several cities in Xiongzhou is probably not very good."

By considering the situation when the group left the brown bear, one can roughly guess the situation in other cities.

Although winter has some negative effects on the development of the epidemic, based on the current situation, the suppression is very limited.

As the pandemic has progressed, the most terrifying thing is neither the spores nor the infected people, but the spore cloud that even the immune cannot escape!

Imagine what would happen if spore clouds appeared in various cities one after another?
It's no exaggeration to say that it was hell on earth, and the more people there were, the more dangerous it became.

Given the chance to leave, who would want to stay?

Furthermore, as the pandemic continues to develop, the infrastructure of various cities has been severely damaged, and water, electricity, gas, internet, and communications—everything that modern people take for granted—is no longer available.

The countryside might be a little better, but in the city, there will definitely be a shortage of food and water, making survival extremely difficult.

Is it better to stay in the city and struggle with no tomorrow, or to leave the city and take a gamble?
It's a very simple choice between two options.

Ouyang rubbed his temples and said worriedly, "The camp is too close to the town. The more people come, the greater the chance of us being exposed."

Zhu Yiming picked out the fried meat, placed it on a plate, and pushed it in front of Ou Yang: "Things will work themselves out. Don't think about it anymore, just eat."

Ouyang barely managed to finish his meal, then put down his chopsticks and said, "No, I need to go take another look!"

After saying that, he took the drone and walked out.

Zhu Yiming and Jiang Yuwei exchanged glances, neither of them intending to stop it.

After Ou Yang left, Zhu Yiming whispered, "Ou Yang is obsessed."

Jiang Yuwei glanced at him: "Aren't you worried at all?"

"What's the use of worrying?" Zhu Yiming stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth. "Fate is predetermined. You can't die in a ditch or a river."

Jiang Yuwei paused slightly: "So negative?"

"This isn't being passive, it's called taking things as they come!" Zhu Yiming reassured himself. "I've long since come to terms with it. We're all just small people, unable to control the general trend of the world. No matter what, just try to live well."

He paused and added, "When the day comes that you really can't go on living, die a quick and painless death, don't drag it out and die a miserable death."

"For example, if I fall into the hands of the Blood Alliance or some other force, and I'm in a situation where I can neither live nor die," Zhu Yiming said, pointing to his temple, "you should ask Ouyang to do me a favor and give me a quick death."

Jiang Yuwei had initially just sensed something was wrong, but now she was even more worried: Was Zhu Yiming under too much pressure and developing self-destructive tendencies?

Ouyang did not leave the campsite after getting out of the RV, but instead launched his drone at the exit.

With so many people around, Ouyang deliberately kept the drone at a low altitude to avoid being spotted by Lao Mi. The drone flew almost close to the ground, heading west over the ridge, circling around to the north side and then approaching Baifeng Town. It hovered at the edge of a forest, using the trees to cover the drone.

Baifeng Town comes into view, with people coming and going on the streets that have been cleared out.

The camera pans, and Ouyang soon discovers a group of elderly people gathered at the station. They are carrying various tools, some cutting and some welding, looking very professional.

A small truck drove into the station, and a group of elderly people unloaded two pairs of iron wheels from the truck.

The kind used on trains.

Ouyang immediately became curious and kept his eyes fixed on the station.

The old Americans all got to work together. First, they welded something onto the axle, then moved the wheel onto the rails, fixed the newly welded frame and wheel together, and finally laid a layer of wooden planks on the frame.

A miniature flatbed train, no more than five meters long, appeared on the tracks.

Ouyang thought that was the end of it, but in reality it wasn't.

Old Mi then cut a hole in the wooden board and installed a seesaw-like device.

The appearance of this thing touched Ouyang's memory: he had seen it in old movies, and it was the kind of track inspection vehicle that could move on the railway by pressing down with your hand!
Sure enough, a few old Americans tested the vehicle, and with a strong push, the rudimentary track inspection vehicle moved a short distance on the tracks.

A group of elderly people cheered and jumped for joy, immediately throwing themselves into another round of intense work.

Before long, they installed an engine, along with a steering wheel, brakes, clutch, and other accessories, on the patrol vehicle.

After a second test run, the newly assembled internal combustion engine version of the track inspection vehicle moved freely on the tracks.

Except for the lack of a cockpit, everything else is perfect.

Even if Ouyang was stupid, he would know that Old Mi was preparing to open up the railway.

He couldn't help but feel a little worried. The US military had laid a lot of landmines on the highways, but what about the railways? They couldn't just blow up a section and leave it alone, could they?

If he weren't unsure whether the old man in town was friend or foe, he would have stood up and said a few words of advice.

It's not about meddling, but whether it's a railway or a highway, no matter which one is opened up, the trio can take the opportunity to escape the huge fire pit of Xiongzhou!
Pneumocystis pneumoniae has spread throughout the American continent, and the epidemic area has long been spread all over the world. It is neither appropriate nor accurate to say that we have left the epidemic area.

However, Xiongzhou was the first region to experience an outbreak, and it is true that the situation there is the most severe and serious.

Is calling it a pit of fire an exaggeration?

Unable to contain his thoughts, Ou Yang immediately rushed into the car: "Quick, do you have a rope?"

Zhu Yiming was completely confused: "Why are you looking for a rope?"

“I need to measure the wheelbase of this car!” Ouyang said.

Zhu Yiming froze, searching his memory carefully: "There shouldn't be a ruler in this car, right?"

“I know there’s no ruler, I’m looking for a rope.”

Zhu Yiming was a little confused: "Wait, what do you need a rope for?"

Ou Yang looked at Jiang Yuwei: "How tall are you?"

"1.67 meters tall, what's wrong?"

"Why don't we measure her height first, calculate the proportions, and then measure the wheelbase?" Ou Yang said.

"Hey, what is it?" Zhu Yiming slapped his forehead. "No need to go to all that trouble, I wear size 42 shoes, so it's exactly 26 centimeters!"

“That’s inaccurate,” Ou Yang refused.

Zhu Yiming was furious, his neck stiffening: "Where is it inaccurate? Explain it to me clearly!" "Is 26 centimeters the foot length or the shoe length?" Ou Yang asked.

Zhu Yiming was momentarily speechless, scratching his head: "I really didn't think of that... Hey, why did you measure the wheelbase?"

Ou Yang explained the situation, and Zhu and Jiang looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zhu Yiming reached out and touched Ou Yang's forehead: "Are you alright? Do you have a fever?"

Ou Yang raised his hand to block the mountain-splitting claw: "What are you doing?"

Zhu Yiming: "You said it yourself, Lao Mi came from the railway. Since they can drive cars on the tracks, why don't we just drive the car over there when necessary? What are you measuring the wheel track for?"

Ou Yang paused for a moment before remembering.

Yeah, why not just go directly to the railway?

The wheelbase of a motorhome is definitely much wider than that of a railway track, but it can't be wider than a railway sleeper, right?
Jiang Yuwei observed, "Ou Yang, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Ou Yang was silent for a moment, then rubbed his temples: "Hey, I was confused too. I saw Old Mi making a railcar, and I thought I should put the car on the rails too."

At this point, he couldn't help but smile wryly: "I misunderstood."

That's what he said, but he still couldn't put his mind at ease, so he left the RV again after a short while to continue observing the situation in the town.

However, in a short while, a new change occurred in the town. A truck drove into the station, and a large group of old Americans jumped off.

These old Americans were clearly much less energetic and spirited, and there were also armed American guards nearby.

Under the threat of gunfire, they numbly moved onto the railway tracks and used their hands, arms, feet, or stones picked up from the roadside, or whatever they could find, to clear the snow from the rails.

Ouyang felt a pang of anxiety upon witnessing this scene.

Both groups were Americans, but their social status was vastly different, like slave owners and slaves.

However, the team included both Black and White people, which was completely different from the slave system in the United States in the past. So what exactly caused the difference in status between the two sides?

He temporarily referred to those of higher status as "superior rice" and those of lower status as "inferior rice."

The superiors were indeed as harsh as slave owners, forcing the inferiors to travel west along the railway tracks, clearing away all the snow along the way. Dozens of inferiors mechanically carried out orders like puppets.

Old Mi also knows how to slack off and take advantage of the chaos. Many lower-ranking Mi are present but not working, and some of them are discovered by higher-ranking Mi who are armed, and they are hit with a rifle butt without saying a word.

Those who successfully fooled the culprits all wore innocent expressions.

Ou Yang was even more confused. What was going on?

There were no signs of infection in the upper-level rice, but no infected individuals were found in the lower-level rice either, which is quite intriguing.

Are all Americans immune? When did immunity become so worthless?
It wasn't until dusk that the guards brought the lower-grade rice back to town, stuffed it into the warehouse, gave them some water haphazardly, and locked the gate.

There is no food.

If Ouyang remembers correctly, there were no heating facilities in the warehouse.

The next morning, more than a dozen stiff corpses were carried out of the warehouse.

The higher-ranking rice ignored the snow and immediately drove the surviving lower-ranking rice onto the railway to continue clearing the snow.

After several rounds of reinforcements and hundreds of people freezing to death from exhaustion, they finally cleared the section of road that had been destroyed.

The lower-level workers then became laborers, filling in the large pits, placing the sleepers, and repaving the rails under the direction of the higher-level workers.

Ouyang also discovered that although the old Americans had arrived in Baifeng Town by rail, the excavation in the direction of the tunnel had not ended, and a large number of old Americans were still clearing the tunnel under the guns of the guards.

He had the illusion that the whole town was immune.

Soon after, Ouyang's fears came true.

The lower-ranking Americans continued westward along the railway. When they reached the vicinity of the highway minefield, a short but loud explosion suddenly occurred. A landmine instantly killed four Americans and injured two others.

Well, minefields have also been set up on the railway.

Ouyang was eagerly anticipating Mi's next move, but Mi chose to continue driving out the next Mi to take over.

Not only the railway, but also half of the manpower was used to clean the highway.

Back in the fall, at least you could still see landmines.

Now they are all hidden under the snow, completely invisible to the naked eye. Groups of lower rice advance slowly like wooden stakes until they trigger a landmine.

Ouyang was at a loss for words; death, for them, was more like a relief.

But why don't the lower-ranking Americans resist? Aren't the older generation the most rebellious?
Despite Ouyang's extreme caution, his continuous reconnaissance over several days inevitably led to his discovery by Old Mi.

When he was operating the drone again to observe the town, a black dot suddenly shot into the sky in the camera's view.

Drones?
At this moment, Ou Yang still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that the other party was most likely not targeting him.

But after the other drone reached a certain altitude, it suddenly swooped down, clearly heading straight for Ouyang's drone.

I go!

Ouyang dared not take any chances anymore and immediately manipulated the drone to hide under a tree, less than a meter high.

The rice-making machine from the air had to slow down, or it would crash headlong into the snow.

The Mi machine quickly changed its strategy, lowering its altitude and flying towards the Ou machine... Ouyang's drone.

The European plane nimbly dodged, flying close to the ground at high speed.

The rice machine relentlessly pursued, clinging tightly to the European machine's rear.

Ouyang had some talent in drones, but he couldn't shake off Miji behind him and immediately realized that he had met a master.

He immediately changed tactics, and the drone suddenly took off.

The two drones were locked in a tug-of-war in the air, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Many Americans noticed the anomaly in the sky, stopped in their tracks, looked up at the heavens, and whispered among themselves.

I can't defeat my opponent anytime soon. If this stalemate continues, the drone's battery will run out of power before long.

At that point, the control system will force the drones to be retrieved, and if things go wrong, the camp could be exposed.

Just as they were thinking about whether to simply crash into it and perish together with the enemy plane, the briefly stable camera suddenly captured a group of old Americans on the snowfield west of Baifeng Town.

They stood in a line, each holding a gun, in front of the minefield marker, seemingly hesitant.

However, after only a short while, the group of Americans continued to advance, getting closer and closer to Base One.

Ou Yang's hair stood on end. He could no longer care about the drone and ripped off his mask: "Evacuate immediately, quick, quick, quick!"

(End of this chapter)