Read Novel Full Chapter 517: Evacuation Crisis (2)
Chapter 517: Evacuation Crisis (2)
He Tianming looked at the soldier in front of him, but he had no impression. “Do we know each other?”
“I’m from the Rong family in Fengcheng.” Rong Sanshao hurriedly searched in the crowd, but he did not find any trace of the Rong family. He could not help but feel a huge loss in his heart.
He Tianming had some impression. Wasn’t this the spoiled third son of the Rong family?
Rong Sanshao’s hope faded, but he still couldn’t help but ask, “Deputy Mayor He, have you seen my family in Jiacheng?”
He Tianming shook his head. “I haven’t seen them, but the Jiacheng base is very large. Before the land sank, there were more than 300,000 people living there. It’s normal not to run into them. We survived in the Arctic, so I believe your family is still alive, and one day, you’ll reunite.”
Life is unpredictable. Only with hope can you go further.
When Yang Weimin learned who the soldier in front of him was, his eyes lit up, and he quickly squeezed over. “Hello, Third Young Master, I am Yang Jie’s father. Yang Jie and the others used to work as security in the New Town Villa District. Have you seen him in the New Homeland?”
Rong Sanshao was comforted by He Tianming’s words and spoke more cautiously. “I haven’t seen him, but New Homeland is large and divided into several zones. He might be in one of them.”
After a few simple greetings, Rong Sanshao regained his composure and focused on his work. He started verifying their identities one by one.
No issues were found, so they were instructed to line up and board the assault boat, which would then transport them to the warship.
Next were the 219 survivors on the ship. Despite Zhou Zhijie’s guarantee, all the proper procedures still had to be followed.
Those with identification or proof of identity were prioritized for verification and allowed to pass.
The scene grew chaotic, and many survivors were anxious. “It’s been ten years since the natural disaster. Who still has their ID? They’ve probably been lost by now.”
Zhou Zhijie helped calm the crowd. “Everyone, don’t panic. Please line up properly. Even without documents, as long as you’re Chinese, your identity can be verified.”
There weren’t many people with ID, so the remaining 10 formed a team, with two teams standing back to back.
The evacuation protocol began with the National Anthem.
The soldiers watched their lip movements, while Vice Captain Liao asked Zhou Zhijie and the staff to see if anyone looked unfamiliar.
Surprisingly, some couldn’t sing the anthem completely.
They asked for nationality and province, and then selected survivors who passed to engage in conversations with their fellow countrymen.
Most of the survivors from Sichuan Province were originally from Sichuan, even if some were from other provinces. After being on the same boat for so long, it was easy for them to understand and speak the language, so it wasn’t hard to identify them.
Survivors on the ship always traveled in groups, and it was hard for someone to sneak in and pretend to be someone else.
The next crisis came. Vice Captain Liao had already learned from Zhao Quan that there were over 300 Chinese survivors in the Arctic.
This number was given by the Russians and might not be entirely accurate.
The coastline was chaotic, and people died every day. Zhou Zhijie couldn’t give an exact number, but he estimated it was probably fewer than 300.
In other words, of the three to four hundred people present, only a few dozen were Chinese; the rest were impostors.
However, they pushed forward desperately, shouting that they were Chinese and asking why they couldn’t board the ship.
Not only did they have to identify the Chinese survivors, but they also had to guard against malicious individuals taking advantage of the chaos. The task was quite difficult!
If they were not careful, they would be used by people with ulterior motives.
Zhou Zhijie selected a batch of survivors to help, while the rest were transferred to the warship.
The survivors at the scene were loud and desperately pushed against the human barrier formed by the soldiers, trying to get in.
Those with ill intentions sneaked into the crowd and continued to incite the masses, urging them to charge at the Chinese soldiers in order to take advantage of the situation.
Rong Sanshao, who was maintaining order at the scene, was almost trampled by others, and his temper flared instantly.
He took a few steps back, unbuttoned his military coat, and revealed the detonators and explosives tied around his waist. “You want to push through? Fine, whether we live or die, I’ll go with you today!”
Zhou Zhijie was so scared that his eyes fell out. “Vice Captain Liao, this, this…”
Vice Captain Liao cleared his throat. “Ahem, you’ll get used to it.”
Not just Rong Sanshao, but several other soldiers stepped forward, all with explosives strapped around their waists.
One every ten meters, forcing the crowd to continually retreat.
Rong Sanshao shouted, “Those who think they are Chinese, come to the front in groups of 20.”
There were really some who came in without hesitation, and soon there were 20 people.
Rong Sanshao led them forward, walking 50 meters away from the crowd, and they lined up in two rows, back to back.
Many of them were confident, silently reciting the national anthem in their hearts…
Rong Sanshao circled around them, observing everyone’s expressions carefully. “Get ready, ‘A great river, the waves are wide…'”
In an instant, two-thirds of the people sang it wrong.
Rong Sanshao called to stop, “Try again.”
All 20 opened their mouths, but only seven or eight of them actually sang, and their voices grew quieter until they were completely silent.
Several soldiers were sharp-eyed and accurately picked out the ones who sing. “You, stand in another team.”
When they stepped out, the other soldiers aimed their guns at those who were pretending.
Several of them protested, “What are you doing? It’s been ten years since the disaster, who still remembers the song? Didn’t we agree to sing the national anthem?”
Rong Sanshao rolled his eyes and scolded, “What are you shouting for? Even if you forget your mother, you can never forget this song.”
However, those who were picked out could not pass easily and needed to proceed to the next level.
Rong Sanshao faced the first person. “Palace Jade Liquor.”
The other person blurted out subconsciously, “One hundred and eighty per cup.”
The code matched, and they successfully passed the level.
Next was the second person. Rong Sanshao smiled at him, “Selling fake goods.”
The person hesitated, then responded, “Selling trafficked goods.”
One by one, those who couldn’t answer had to face more difficult questions.
As long as they were Chinese, there was always one that they could answer.
The people who didn’t pass at first were dissatisfied, but later they didn’t dare to say anything.
Rong Sanshao’s cold face appeared in front of them as he pulled out his handgun and shouted, “All of you squat down with your heads in your hands, otherwise, don’t blame my gun for not having eyes.”
Everyone was frightened and immediately squatted down with their heads in their hands.
Damn it, they thought it was enough to sing the national anthem, but who knew they’d have to answer other questions after singing.
Damn, these Chinese are really cunning!
Several groups of criminals of different ethnicities were dissatisfied, and someone quietly drew a gun, intending to kill those crouching and covering their heads in the distance.
Misunderstandings broke out between the two sides and caused unrest.
So what if the warships came? They only had more than 100 soldiers, but there were over three thousand survivors in the Arctic.
If all the impostors were killed, it would certainly anger the entire Arctic survivor population, and more than three thousand would rush in…
Just as they were about to act, a loud “bang” rang out.
Many people were startled and looked into the distance, only to be shocked to find that more than 20 cannons stuck out of the warship.
A shell landed in the distance and blew up a small ice island into the air.
Those who had ended up in the Arctic were either ordinary people or had become demons.
They’re not military, but once they gain power, they start thinking they’re unstoppable, fearless even in the face of the highest authority.
But when they really witnessed it with their own eyes, they fully understood that, in the face of overwhelming power, they were just ants in front of an elephant.
The so-called 3,000 against more than 100 soldiers…
With just two cannon shots, the three thousand could be wiped out.
Vice Captain Liao picked up the megaphone and spoke with a calm and polite voice, “Fellow countrymen, please come out and line up.”
The shells were irreplaceable, and he truly felt pained.
He had thought it would be a peaceful evacuation, that they would just need a few fake detonators and explosives for a demonstration, as that was how they usually handled pirates. But the Arctic waters turned out to be much deeper than expected, with various forces that couldn’t stand others’ success trying to shake an immovable tree.
Once the cannon fired, all the impostors gave way.
No one dared to cause any more trouble. The impostors quietly retreated, and the real compatriots, squeezed to the back, were able to pass smoothly.
“Comrade, I’m from Qing Province.”
“Comrade, I’m from Liaoning Province.”
“Comrade, I’m from Han Province.”
The crowd scattered like birds and beasts, and the verification was quickly completed. 296 survivors boarded the warship.
They lined up in the cold wind and received fish cakes issued by the soldiers to fill their stomachs, as well as steaming hot water.
Vice Captain Liao continued making announcements through the megaphone for half an hour, ensuring there were no remaining survivors before the boat returned to the warship.
With a blast of the horn, the warship set sail.
Rong Sanshao stood against the cold, watching the Arctic gradually disappear.
He had heard that the military plane sent to the Arctic had malfunctioned, and he received help from a few Chinese survivors in the area. They were the ones who coordinated with the Russians to hand over their plane and allow the pilot to return.
The person who made the arrangements was mysterious, and even when the pilot asked, they never left a name.
But from their voice, it seemed to be a young man and woman, and the Russians called the woman “Jiang.”
The cold wind bit sharply. Rong Sanshao took a sharp breath. Could it be his sister?
His only sister!