Apocalypse: I rescued the big boss with millions of supplies

The sudden arrival of extreme cold caught everyone off guard.

"Boss."

Long Yuanchen nodded and asked, "How is the situation in the military region?"

"Report: 125 people died in the military region. They were all ordinary people who had not awakened their superpowers, but some people with superpowers below level two suffered frostbite."

There are many superhumans in the army, so the death toll is not high. However, the majority of them are low-level superhumans, and many suffer from frostbite, making treatment a major problem.

The freezing weather is not suitable for the growth of herbs, and their base also has limited reserves of medicines.

Long Yuanchen met the other person's worried gaze and clenched his fist inwardly. "Organize the able-bodied soldiers to distribute the winter clothing we have to the survivors first."

The entire base is now covered in ice and snow, and the temperature has plummeted to minus twenty degrees Celsius.

Long Yuanchen led a team of soldiers through wind and snow to deliver winter supplies to the survivors at the base.

They traversed snow-covered roads, leaving deep footprints with every step. The soldiers carried heavy supplies, their faces covered in a thick layer of frost, yet they pressed on resolutely.

Along the way, they heard the cries of many survivors.

Many people felt sorry for them. Zombies, extreme heat, mutated plants and animals—the extremely hot weather had finally come down, but in less than ten days, they were greeted by extreme cold.

The harsh environment seemed to offer no hope of survival for humankind.

As Long Yuanchen and his soldiers struggled through the wind and snow, they saw many people with numb and blank stares.

Finally, under the cold moonlight, they arrived at the dormitory building for ordinary people in the outer city.

"Boom-"

The dormitory building door was opened, and Long Yuanchen saw a dense crowd of survivors huddled together for warmth in the lobby.

"You, you are..."

Under the moonlight, that patch of green brought hope to the survivors in the base.

When the survivors saw the soldiers braving the wind and snow to deliver supplies, their hearts were filled with gratitude and respect. They knew that these soldiers were risking their lives to travel through this frigid weather so that they could survive.

"Child, hang in there a little longer, we're saved!"

"Dad, wake up! The soldiers are rescuing us!"

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The survivors stood up and struggled to move their frozen legs, trying to get closer to Long Yuanchen and the others.

"Everyone, don't move! Lei Zi, Da Bing, quickly distribute the supplies to everyone!"

The base had limited cold-weather supplies. Even with Long Yangyang's reminder and the base's advance preparations, there were too many people at the base, and the extreme cold came too early. There simply weren't enough cold-weather supplies, so three to five people had to share a single quilt.

“One fire-type ability user will stay behind; we’ll go to the next building.”

"Thank you so much, you are our saviors!" one of the survivors said excitedly, his eyes welling up with tears.

He gripped a soldier's hand tightly, his voice trembling, and said, "We are truly grateful. You braved such terrible weather to deliver these supplies to us. We will cherish them and we will definitely live well!"

Other survivors also rushed forward to express their gratitude to the soldiers. Some hugged, some shook hands, and some saluted.

Their faces were filled with smiles of gratitude and respect; at that moment, they seemed to have forgotten that they were in the freezing cold.

Those who are alive are all moved to tears of gratitude.

Long Yuanchen waved to the soldiers, remaining silent, but their gazes fell on the motionless figures on the ground, the sight of which broke their hearts.

These survivors had long since frozen to death; their bodies lay stiff on the ground, their faces still bearing the painful expressions of their lives.

A pang of grief flashed in Long Yuanchen's eyes. He gripped the winter supplies tightly in his hands, his heart filled with guilt and self-reproach. He knew that if they had obtained these supplies sooner, perhaps these innocent lives could have been saved.

The surrounding survivors followed their gaze and fell silent, their eyes filled with sorrow and helplessness.

Some people walked over silently, gently picked up their deceased compatriots, and wept softly.

Long Yuanchen took a deep breath, trying to calm his grief. He looked around and saw many survivors still trembling, their bodies covered in ice and snow, their faces pale and haggard. He knew they needed help as soon as possible, or they would face the same fate.

"Dashan, you'll have to work hard tonight. Please accept these purification crystal cores." Long Yuanchen took out a handful of level three and four fire-type crystal cores purified by Long Yangyang and handed them to the tall fire-type ability user who stayed behind.

The base has limited supplies, so in order to ensure that more people can survive tonight, the base has arranged for a fire-type ability user to stay behind in an area with a large number of survivors.

The task of fire-type ability users is to ignite a fireball and keep it burning so that everyone can stay warm.

Then, Long Yuanchen turned to the soldiers behind him and said, "We need to speed things up and distribute the supplies to the other survivors."

The soldiers sprang into action, distributing supplies to the surrounding survivor quarters.

Long Yuanchen saw a young mother holding her child; their faces were red from the cold, and tears streamed down their faces. He went over to them, wrapped them in a warm blanket, and gave them ginger soup and food.

Long Yuanchen felt a pang of pain in his heart as he listened to the other party's words of gratitude.

He looked around. In this dormitory building, many other survivors had also perished. Their bodies were covered in ice and snow, their faces pale and stiff. Their faces bore endless pain and helplessness, as if they were still calling for life to continue.

"Let's go, to the next place." Suppressing his emotions, Long Yuanchen turned and left. These innocent lives were lost because they hadn't received the winter supplies in time. He had to hurry; he couldn't let more people lose their lives.

Long Yuanchen and his soldiers continued their journey. As they passed through a snow-covered area, the sight before them stunned them. In the extreme cold, most of the survivors had frozen to death, their bodies lying stiffly on the ground, their faces still bearing the painful expressions of their lives.

"Boss, this is the slums. People who don't want to pay the dormitory points fee live here. They just live in makeshift tents or wooden shacks. It's hot, so it's not a big deal..."

It's estimated that a sudden heavy snowfall destroyed the tents and wooden sheds, and these people simply froze to death here.

After all, they were just ordinary people, whose physical abilities couldn't compare to those of people with superpowers. Moreover, the temperature dropped suddenly in the middle of the night, so these people probably didn't even realize the temperature had dropped and froze to death in their sleep.

“Leave a fire-type ability user for their burial.”