On New Year''s Eve, the host was cheering Tianhe at the Spring Festival Gala on TV.
Wu Mian sat under the stone tablet of laogua mountain and silently watched the heavy snow all over the sky. He didn''t know what he was thinking.
The personnel are ready and the most basic training has been assessed.
He is waiting for the accompanying epidemic prevention materials and a cargo plane large enough.
Flesh and blood may play a certain role in cold weapon combat, but in modern history, the bravery of a single person is less and less worth mentioning.
What''s more, this time we have to face an invisible unknown virus. As far as Wu Mian knows, it is an almost perfect virus.
A careless medical worker who went to Tianhe City to support had to fall before it worked.
No matter how urgent it is, we should take materials with us.
Wu Mian knows that Tianhe City is in a critical situation and is out of ammunition and food. He will never have any ability to provide materials for supporting medical staff. They are looking forward to the support team to bring materials. It is estimated that they have been looking forward to it.
Even at this moment, the importance of supporting medical staff is not even as important as one or two sets of protective clothing, masks and goggles.
No matter how urgent, you have to wait.
Jianxie hospital is not an army. Although the quality is high enough, it is still a grass-roots hospital with few staff. The materials are not sorted out so quickly.
Taking advantage of time, Wu Mian began to clean up the incident from the beginning and look for a way to break the situation.
Break the game
easier said than done.
If we fail to catch up with the new year, with China''s production capacity and epidemic prevention materials, everything will be fine.
But everything backfired.
Even Wu Mian occasionally thought about whether the national luck was gone.
Over the years, it seems that there is a force protecting China, which is called National luck by good people. Wu Mian also joked with Taoist Lin, and things like 2040 were regarded as jokes.
The more people understand the current situation, the more desperate they feel.
The perfect virus, the transportation network extending in all directions, spread the virus to the whole country at an almost instantaneous speed during the Spring Festival transportation.
Professionals study the virus day and night, but there is still no news about effective means.
And the American fleet is rushing to the South China Sea.
There is a virus raging inside and a strong enemy eyeing it outside. It has no good intentions.
Today, the wind on laogua mountain has a desolate feeling.
The wind is rustling~
Even if all threads are fully open, Wu Mian still can''t think of a way to break the game. Under the wheel of the times, a person''s power is so weak.
No matter how powerful Wu Mian is at ordinary times, in the face of the situation at this moment, all he can do is throw himself into the melting pot like a moth to the fire and try his best to do what he can do.
A military uniform was covered with snow, like wearing protective clothing in advance.
An electric car slowly drove up the mountain road. It was snowy and the road was not slippery. Taoist Lin drove very steadily and carefully.
"Little martial uncle, master fan wants to see you."
"No." Wu Mian leaned back on the stone tablet and said decisively without looking at Taoist Lin.
"Boy, are you counselled?" fan Zhongzhi''s voice came over.
"..." Wu Mian frowned slightly, and several ice beads fell on her long eyelashes.
"I heard what Taoist priest Lin said." Fan Zhong got off the electric car, copied his hands in his military coat, and wore a northeast dog skin hat. He looked like Matthew, fat and funny.
"Old man, you have a warm rest. The wind is hard on the mountain." Wu Mian hurriedly got up.
"This wind is nothing," said fan Zhongzhi contemptuously. "I ambushed in the snow for four hours."
If in the past, Wu Mian would certainly talk to master fan about the past. He likes these. Even if he doesn''t gossip, he is willing to listen.
But now Wu Mian is really in no mood.
Tianhe''s situation is very dangerous. It collapses at any time, or the dike has broken. Now the flood is choppy, and all the employees are carrying it.
"Give me a cigarette," said Fan Zhong.
"You are old..."
"Fart." fan Zhongzhi scolded, "boy who has never seen the world, fart big things scare you like this."
Wu Mian couldn''t laugh or cry, so he had to light a cigarette for fan Zhongzhi.
"When I was a soldier, I was paid enough. Our people''s Liberation Army... It was also called Dongye at that time. My monthly salary was about a piece of silver."
Fan Zhongzhi took a cigarette and said with a smile, "our regiment is a sharp knife regiment, which is best at geotechnical operation and blasting. Other regiments in other positions can''t take it down. Let''s go up and dig trenches in 24 hours to 50 meters in front of the enemy."
"Hey." Wu Mian smiled bitterly.
"Everyone knows that charging dead people. I was an elder brother at that time. I didn''t even have a mother-in-law. I don''t want money for meals in the army. I buy cigarettes when I give money. Cigarettes are good things. Smoking one seems to make the gun less loud."
"Old man, I''m facing different things this time."
"I heard from Lin Dao Chang that it was said to be plague?" Fan Zhong, who was only hand copied in the sleeves of a military coat, was smoking with one hand. The collar of the dress stood up and connected with the dog skin hat to keep out the cold wind.
"Well, almost," said Wu Mian. "It may be even more dangerous now."
"It''s not that I haven''t met it." fan Zhongzhi said contemptuously, "RB devils used it, and American devils used it when we were in North Korea."
"I heard about it, but I couldn''t find the details."
"The infected comrades are gathered together, and only young military doctors and nurses are there. They have some medicine, but not much. They can only carry it by themselves. If they can''t carry it, they will come out alive. It''s better than the enemy''s gasoline bomb."
“……”
"There is no one who will not die in war."
“……”
Wu Mian was speechless.
"Old man, this is an era of peace." Wu Mian said against his heart.
"The same." Fan Zhong said, "do you know Wu Liande?"
Wu Mian was surprised, "old man, do you know Wu Liande?"
"At that time, the American Ghost spread plague, and the documents issued by Chi Si mentioned what symptoms were found and reported them in time." what I heard the health workers said, the task force said that the plague could be contained in the late Qing Dynasty, which is no big deal. "
Wu Mian smiled.
"Old man, it spread slowly and the traffic was inconvenient at that time."
"That''s special Niang''s Manchu!" fan Zhongzhi said contemptuously. "How many years have it been liberated now? Life is getting better and better. I don''t believe it. It can''t compare with Manchu."
This comparison
"Don''t counselle." fan Zhongzhi said, "I know what you think. Now you fly in the sky and run on the ground, which is different from that in the Manchu Dynasty. It took more than ten days to reach Zalantun at that time. Now there may be one day in the whole country."
Wu Gong nodded. "This disease is more fierce than the plague. There is no symptom in the incubation period. It spreads everywhere. Once the symptoms appear, the progress is very fast."
"I don''t understand," said fan Zhongzhi. "Boy, I really don''t believe we can''t compare with Manchu."