Next Steps

Zhao Tianlei was overjoyed when he heard Fu Yingdong's words. "Director Fu, are you really willing to step in and help? If we can have your assistance, that would be wonderful."

Fu Yingdong said courteously, "My brothers and I have been under tremendous pressure during this period, but the dozen or so of us can still lend a hand."

"No problem. Leave this to me."

After Zhao Tianlei finished speaking, he immediately walked over to the vehicle and said to Zheng Bingyan inside, "Bingyan, we just rescued a group of soldiers from the base, and their condition is terrible. Quickly prepare some heat-energy food and water for them so they can replenish their strength. Then help us clear the passage."

"Okay."

Zheng Bingyan never hesitated when it came to Zhao Tianlei's orders. She immediately nodded and began directing the people around her to take food and water from the storage compartment at the back of the vehicle. Though the food looked simple, it consisted of sturdy compressed biscuits, beef jerky, and pure milk, along with other supplies.

Zheng Bingyan and the others quickly prepared more than a dozen portions and handed them all to Fu Yingdong and the others. Facing the food and water handed over by Zheng Bingyan and the others, Fu Yingdong's group was deeply moved, and even somewhat shaken.

One had to know that even before the base's disaster, Fu Yingdong and the others had only eaten ordinary food and drunk ordinary water for their three daily meals. The food and water Zheng Bingyan had just handed them had completely exceeded their imagination.

The food even included beef jerky and pure milk. It was almost unbelievable. In the apocalypse, such things were worth an astronomical price—luxuries that ordinary survivors could never afford.

Especially meat and milk. Even