Read Novel Full Chapter 601: Are They Still Alive?
Chapter 601: Are They Still Alive?
Huang Mao froze for a moment. “Sister Ning, you know her?”
Jiang Ning was excited. “She’s one of us! Let go of her!”
Huang Mao quickly released his grip, and Zheng Weili started coughing violently.
Jiang Ning couldn’t believe she’d run into her here, in this new continent.
There were so many things she wanted to say, but nothing came out.
She handed her water bottle to Zheng Weili.
Zheng Weili took a couple of sips to stop the coughing, while Jiang Ning wiped the makeup off her face.
Staring at the familiar face, Zheng Weili was stunned for a while before she finally reacted, pulling Jiang Ning into a hug. “Anning.”
She had always believed that Jiang Ning was alive and doing well.
But she never expected to meet her like this.
Huang Mao and the others, realizing what just happened, suddenly felt awkward. They had nearly turned their own people into meat paste just now.
Yes, everyone here was from China, and quite a few of them were Fire Seed Plan members, including some survivors they would meet later.
Jiang Ning took a deep breath, her voice slightly tense. “Where are Lu Yu and Zhang Chao?”
Zheng Weili hesitated. “They…”
Jiang Ning’s heart sank. “W-What happened to them?”
“We fought with the Americans a few days ago. The two of them were seriously injured. I’m afraid…”
Jiang Ning frowned. “How did you end up fighting the Americans?”
It’s a long story. Since the misunderstanding was cleared, Zheng Weili didn’t want to waste time. They needed to get back to the camp as quickly as possible.
As it turned out, Zheng Weili had led her team to set up traps and ambushes in hopes of capturing the Americans. By coincidence, Jiang Ning had stumbled right into it.
The environment was harsh, and the traps were flawless, so the special forces didn’t notice.
Thankfully, they realized something was off just in time. Otherwise, there would’ve been a bloodbath today—and the ones dying would have been their own people.
Especially the Fire Seed Plan members, who were also from the southern military base.
Everyone in the group let out a breath of relief and silently praised Zheng Weili and the others. Despite their equipment being subpar, their stealth and traps were top-notch.
It was exactly like that saying: “The flood washed away the Dragon King’s temple, and the Dragon King’s own people didn’t recognize each other.”
When they first set foot on the new continent, Jiang Ning’s biggest joy was meeting Zheng Weili again.
She hoped that Zhang Chao and Lu Yu were okay, and that it wasn’t too late to help them.
The camp was still a long way away, a few hours on foot.
Without overthinking it, Jiang Ning decided to drive her back. “There’s medicine in the car.”
So, two armored vehicles sped through the desert with Zheng Weili onboard.
To avoid further misunderstandings and conflict, they also took a few survivors along. The vehicles were full, so the survivors had to ride on the rooftops.
Inside the car, Zheng Weili briefly explained everything.
After the land sank, their submarine drifted aimlessly through the ocean, enduring countless dangers.
Eventually, they ran into some companions, picking up more people along the way.
The group grew larger, with seven submarines in total.
No matter how much they tried to conserve supplies, they eventually ran out of food.
They had to catch fish. Worried about ancient viruses, they only kept the clean parts of the fish and cooked it for several hours before eating.
Later, they came across other survivors from different countries, and they fought each other over resources.
Desperate and brutal, they survived, waiting for the land to rise again.
Once they reached land, they met more survivors. As long as they weren’t losing their humanity, they banded together to fend off external threats.
They endured for years like this, and their group grew to over a thousand people.
Eventually, they discovered an open oil field and settled nearby for fire sources—only to be targeted by the Americans a few months ago.
They didn’t expect that the Americans’ national base was also on this continent, and that they were sending people out to gather resources.
Not only did the Americans target the oil field, but they also wanted to enslave them to extract it.
Zheng Weili and the others refused—and naturally, a fight broke out.
The American base was far away, and they looked down on them, so they didn’t send many soldiers. But they had superior weapons.
Zheng Weili and the others didn’t have many weapons, so they had to rely on ancestral tactics—fighting in scattered guerrilla warfare.
They had been at it for half a year.
They had calculated that the American oil transport team would pass through here, so Zheng Weili led the team to dig pits and lay in ambush, intending to attack the oil tankers and kill them. But they were accidentally ambushed by Jiang Ning and the others.
Jiang Ning couldn’t believe it. How could a group with just a few guns have kept up with the American for half a year?
Fengcheng only had a little over 12,000 people, but Zheng Weili’s team had over a thousand. It wasn’t small by any means.
When Huang Mao and the others heard that the oil field had been discovered by their own people first, and the Americans had just forcefully seized it, they were immediately furious.
How could this be? They had to take it back!
But Jiang Ning couldn’t focus on that. She was more worried about Zhang Chao and Lu Yu.
She’d grown up in the orphanage with them, and they were more like family than anything else.
They rushed through the dust, pushing as fast as they could.
After about two hours, they finally reached the camp.
As expected, the appearance of the Hummer immediately made the camp alert. They were about to issue an emergency signal to disperse when they realized that there were their own people sitting on the roof of the vehicle.
They waved their hands desperately to signal: It’s us.
They had probably won this time against the Americans and even seized their weapons.
Sister Zheng was amazing—she’d even brought back two armored vehicles.
The Hummer rushed into the dilapidated camp, and Zheng Weili hurriedly got out of the car, nervously asking, “How are Zhang Chao and Lu Yu?”
A skinny woman stepped forward. “Sister Zheng, they’ve been unconscious with a fever. It’s not looking good…”
Seeing that everyone coming down from the car was wearing American uniforms, the others immediately became tense. What was going on?
Huang Mao and the others had already wiped off their face paint and rushed to greet them. “Don’t worry, it’s us.”
With the American gear, Eastern faces, and familiar language, everyone was stunned.
Jiang Ning, not caring about anything else, quickly followed Zheng Weili into the tent.
Inside, there were two skeletal figures lying on the ground. They were so thin their cheeks had sunk in, and it didn’t seem like they were moving.
Jiang Ning instinctively slowed her pace, worried she might disturb them or scare them.
Lu Yu, who had once had a face so pretty it made other women jealous, now looked like a coal lump. His once delicate, doll-like features were now rough, cracked, and gaunt.
There was no trace of life left in him.
Zhang Chao was no better. He was unrecognizable—he not only looked older but also had a worn-out appearance, as if he were over ten years older.
Jiang Ning’s heart tightened.
She couldn’t imagine how much they had suffered, how many hardships they had gone through.
The laughter and warmth of their past times together, the memories from the 18th floor, echoed in her mind.
She never thought it would come to this.
With a heavy heart, she stepped forward and gently placed her hand on Zhang Chao’s forehead.
After living in a submarine for so long, her skin was as pale as a steamed bun compared to his.
His forehead was burning hot, and his breathing was erratic.
Both of them had bullet wounds, but thankfully, none were fatal.
However, without proper medical supplies, they had to dig out the bullets with a heated knife. Whether they lived or died depended on luck—if they made it through, it was a win.
The past six months had been brutal. Constantly fighting guerrilla warfare with Americans didn’t leave time for survival, let alone farming. Everyone’s body was weak, and getting shot made things worse.
As expected, both of them had infections.
Huo Yishen came in, holding a medical kit, and quietly handed it to Jiang Ning.
She gave both of them anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing shots, then had Zheng Weili feed them half a bowl of glucose before giving them antibiotics.
She cleaned their wounds again, disinfected them, and dug out the rotting flesh before stitching and bandaging them up.
It wasn’t just these two who were injured—she treated the others as well.
When people saw the medicine, their eyes lit up.
One of them, unable to hold back, asked shakily, “Comrade, where did you come from?”
Not only were they wearing American military uniforms, but they also had a lot of meat on them.
Compared to them, they felt like they were living ghosts.