There was a crisp sound of "clang~".

With a pained expression on his face, Hu Biao threw the iron bowl in his hand on the ground, and let the food in it, which he didn't know whether to describe as lunch or dinner, splashed all over the surrounding ground.

By the way, this guy was still in his mouth, and he cursed: "What the hell! Is this thing edible?"

And I saw Hu Biao’s obvious waste of food under the current circumstances.

Sitting in the surrounding seats, there was no one among the members of the Central Continent team who planned to confront their die-hard commander for this matter.

Also, with suspicious expressions on their faces, they put down the food in their hands.

By the way! It was already around 5 o'clock in the afternoon on the third day when Hu Biao and his party arrived in the small town of Immokalee.

After Hu Biao went to the headquarters and returned to join Lao Yang and others.

At that time, I didn't even sit down and warm up, and I didn't explain clearly to the melon-eating team members what I saw along the way. Major James and others swore that the so-called proper arrangements were in place.

Approximately one company of military policemen, armed with live ammunition, appeared with an order from the headquarters.

In this order from the headquarters, first of all, the ten large DIY tractor-trailer trucks that had bullet holes all over their bodies but could actually be driven were forcibly confiscated by them.

Compensation after expropriation? There is no such thing.

Also forcibly confiscated were the three twin 37mm anti-aircraft guns and five 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine guns that were previously installed on the trailer and still survive today.

And related ammunition, equipped with gun barrels and so on.

On the other hand, the large-caliber submachine guns seized from the orcs, as well as the various weapons they had on them, were probably allowed to be carried by Hu Biao and others because they did not pay attention to them.

Secondly, according to the order of the headquarters, this group of people in the convoy need to go to a certain military camp to settle down and wait for some subsequent orders.

Therefore, along with the injured among the natives, Hu Biao and his party were unable to even enter the small town of Immokalee.

Being escorted rather than escorted by hundreds of military police, they made a large circle around the town and arrived at a military camp about ten kilometers away from the rear.

There are quite a few people in this military camp, at least 10,000 or 20,000 people.

It's a pity that they are all poorly equipped with shabby guns. They don't even have unified military uniforms, let alone any organization. They look like shabby armed civilians.

It is said that there are as many as ten or twenty such military camps around the town.

In order to deal with the attack of the orcs, the humans in California have now reached the point where all the people are in arms.

As soon as they entered the military camp, Hu Biao and the others discovered that they could only enter but not exit.

Perhaps because they were worried about the large number of mobs in the military camp, or that the cannon fodder had escaped secretly, they were strictly guarded by the military police.

It is said that if you go out without passing the necessary procedures, you will be forcibly shot to death, so there is no way to go out at will...

After joining the team for a long time, everyone in the Zhongzhou Team was influenced by Hu Biao.

Just like Hu Biao, as long as he doesn't take advantage of the natives in the mission world, he will feel uncomfortable all over, which can be regarded as a big loss.

What's more, the current situation where this kind of equipment is forcibly confiscated and personal freedom is restricted is completely equivalent to being slapped in the face with the sole of someone's shoe.

The problem is that the situation in the world of this mission is somewhat special, and it is completely different from the previous background.

All we can do is hold back the anger in our hearts and wait until we know more about the situation.

The only thing that Hu Biao could do at that time was to open two strips of sand cigarettes in succession and give at least one to each of the grandchildren in the gendarmerie.

The platoon commander and company commander each came directly with a pack.

I hope that in the future, I can see something that makes him happy.

As for whether it has any effect? ​​Who knows about this thing, that is, if there are dates, just hit one shot without dates.

So in the past few days, Hu Biao and the others could only stay in this camp and wait patiently.

Let Dahuang, Dichlorvos, Chengzi and other team members who are socially awkward and good at interpersonal communication go to the military camp to inquire about information.

We will wait until the mission world and more situations are clear before we make any more calculations.

The result? As time went by, because some nonsense things kept happening around me, I became more and more angry.

For example:

It's not because in the modern dimension, Hu Biao and the other members of the Zhongzhou team have already become rich one by one.

Even if you join Dinosaur and other workers in the later stage, you can now easily withdraw tens of millions of funds; Xiling and others who joined in the early stage have a small goal in their accounts.

Because of the above reasons, these people can no longer endure hardship.

As long as they can survive and complete the mission, Hu Biao and the others can still eat it no matter how bad the food is.

But they really couldn't stand the food in this mission.

For example, the portion of food thrown away by Hu Biao just now was actually a portion of mashed potatoes with no other condiments except a little salt, weighing about 200 grams.

Such food is provided twice a day in the military camp.

For an adult, it is impossible to be full on such a small amount of food, which is to ensure that you will not starve to death.

But logically speaking, such precious food was still thrown away by Hu Biao out of disgust.

The main reason is because this thing is too confusing.

The leaders of the human side in California, because the amount of food stored on hand was seriously insufficient, so they made some cunning operations when processing these mashed potatoes.

Even some of the potatoes that sprouted were not selected and the sprouted parts were cut off.

Instead, it was directly made into mashed potatoes, because it seemed too heavy and could fool some cannon fodder civilians.

So much so that in the military camp here, people often suffer from various symptoms of discomfort after eating mashed potatoes with this sprouted part.

Symptoms include vomiting and diarrhea, dizziness, headache, and even heart failure, central nervous system paralysis and death.

There is no need for the shady Chinese medicine doctor and surgeon Lao Qi. The doctors from these two teams can explain why this happens?

Hu Biao knew that this was the solanine from sprouted potatoes, which was the result of human poisoning after being eaten.

So, if it's just food that tastes terrible, it would be Maozi's black leba with sawdust added.

Even after simmering it for a long time on a high fire, the cowhide leather was still hard to chew. Hu Biao and the others were able to eat it with all their might.

Because although these things are unpalatable, eating them can fill your stomach and will not be life-threatening.

But when it came to sprouted mashed potatoes, Hu Biao couldn't stand it no matter how powerful he was.

Damn it! What if you didn't die in the hands of those brutal orcs, but were eaten to death by a bit of mashed potatoes? How can you explain such a thing?

Another point is the natives who escaped from the prison camp with them.

When we first arrived in the small town of Immokalee, there were more than 160 people there, but now there are only 125 people left.

Among them, 87 were men and 38 were women, and the most serious injuries were minor injuries.

The dozens of missing people were all seriously injured. After arriving at this military camp, they were all taken to the so-called hospital by some lazy-looking medical soldiers.

According to the news that Dahuang and others have heard in the military camp in recent days.

Given the serious lack of medical treatment and medicine in the hospital, these people will not receive any treatment at all after they go there, and they will basically end up dead.

The remaining people, because they had witnessed the powerful combat effectiveness of the Zhongzhou team along the way, were now driven by instinct to hang out with Hu Biao and others.

Hu Biao and others obeyed some of their instructions quite well.

For these natives who took the initiative to seek refuge, the Central Continent team accepted them without much hesitation.

They even subsidized a little food for them every day so that they would not suffer from serious physical and mental problems when they were hungry.

The main reason is that based on their previous experience and understanding of the system, they can basically be sure that they will be able to use these natives in the second phase of the mission.

The problem is, with the burden of these people, Hu Biao and the others' food reserves are depleted faster...

******

I took a look at Zhu Xiulian, whose palm-sized face seemed to have shrunk from hunger in just a few days due to lack of food and mental stress.

Hu Biao knew that he could not continue like this and had to do something quickly.

Therefore, facing Brother Zhange, who had always been in the team and was in charge of supplies and trophies, and was regarded as a logistics manager, Hu Biao asked this sentence:

"Zhan Song, how much food do we have in stock now? Can we still eat for two days?"

Since arriving at the military camp, just like every previous mission, all the food has been collected and handed over to Hu Zhange for distribution.

So now Hu Biao wants to know how long they can last with the remaining food; and there are also some other situations in the team.

Only then can we make some targeted arrangements.

After hearing this, I wanted to sing a war song ten times or eight times with everything I had on hand. I didn’t even need to look at any statistical tables. The relevant data came directly from my mouth:

“Originally, we carried a lot of food, enough for everyone in the team plus the remaining 9 netizens to eat for 10 days in total.

However, the food subsidies given to the indigenous people every day, although the amount for each person is not much, the total amount is still quite scary when added up.

So now there are 47 cans, 98 pieces of compressed biscuits, 81 pieces of chocolate, and some ham sausages, beef jerky, dehydrated vegetables and other foods.

If you save on eating, you can still last about a day.

If you let your belly go, based on everyone’s appetite, twice as much food would not be enough for a full meal.”

Upon hearing this, Hu Biao immediately frowned deeply; considering that this system mission has just begun, everyone in the team cannot go hungry.
To be continued...