The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies
Chapter 174 - 172 Lovely people always develop slower than hateful people.

Chapter 174: 172 Lovely people always develop slower than hateful people.

Chen Hu over there already had ten thousand people, which was twice as many as Boss Gong, who only had five thousand in the Garrison.

Moreover, Boss Gong didn’t bring many people to City A; he left three thousand to maintain order in Xiang City and assigned over a thousand to City B, the Xiang B Highway, and the resource depot of City B.

Perhaps the Garrison that Gong Yi took to City A was only a couple hundred.

Hua Mi’s heart sank; she had some confidence in Gong Yi initially and thought he could definitely nip Chen Hu in the bud this time.

However, just in terms of troop numbers, the disparity between the two, ten thousand versus a couple hundred, was staggering—how could they possibly fight?

The Garrison in City A continued,

"Chen Hu has an industrial park in City A with over thirty thousand laborers. Since he took control of the City A resource depot, he selected ten thousand sturdy laborers from these thirty thousand."

"Before Captain Liu decided to raid Chen Hu’s villa complex, Chen Hu had already taken over the resource and armory depot of City E."

So, it was not difficult to imagine that a few thousand of the City A Garrison defecting was inconsequential to Chen Hu.

Because Chen Hu had already armed the ten thousand strong laborers he had.

Lovely people always develop slower than despicable ones.

Because Gong Yi spent his time saving people, while Chen Hu spent his time plundering.

Everyone said Chen Hu was a conscientious entrepreneur, but in fact, Chen Hu’s industries had already infiltrated every aspect of City B.

He also had many food processing plants.

These food processing plants were all located within the industrial park.

"His ambitions are significant; every day, he gathers a substantial amount of resources from his underlings to sustain his troops."

The Garrison in City A, evidently had investigated Chen Hu thoroughly.

That is to say, besides the ten thousand armed forces Chen Hu had, he also had countless underlings.

And those who set up the roadblocks on the Xiang B Highway last time were Chen Hu’s underlings.

This was just one of the ways Chen Hu acquired resources.

Chen Hu’s tentacles had spread throughout the lower stratum of various industries.

Even behind Fang Huai’s gambling syndicate, there stood the shadow of Chen Hu.

The more chaotic the world, the better the stage for people like Chen Hu to perform.

Hua Mi felt vaguely worried for Gong Yi, uncertain if Gong Yi could defeat Chen Hu this time.

She held the little baby in her arms and looked towards Tang You,

"So we just do nothing and guard the resource depot of City B here?"

That wouldn’t be good, what if Gong Yi fell?

Tang You also had a heavy heart, but entrenched thinking told him that without the Commander’s order, he couldn’t go anywhere or do anything.

Now, guarding the resource depot of City B and protecting Sister Hua were his life’s missions.

Hua Mi furrowed her brow looking at Tang You, okay, she couldn’t talk sense into Tang You.

Hua Mi, holding the child, walked back deep into the resource depot of City B to a secluded spot and placed down a dozen rolled mats.

These mats, tightly woven and an inch thick by Ye Rong’s people, served perfectly as tatami or mattresses without any issue.

Hua Mi placed the baby boy sent by the City A Garrison on the dry tatami and then placed a bathtub, a large pile of big mineral water barrels, ethanol, Painkillers, sterile gauze, Hemostatic gel, Protective goggles, Condoms, Resin Gloves, Protective Clothing...

After preparing everything, Hua Mi then brought over a medical Garrison, asking them to boil some hot water to clean up the child and those who were from the City A Garrison lying on the ground.

The straw mat mattresses were all laid out, covered with cloth, and a temporary medical station was set up—it didn’t take Hua Mi much time.

While everyone was busy, Hua Mi piled up AK47X10000 and PKMX10000 in a dark corner of the B City supply depot.

Fearing that Gong Yi wouldn’t have enough firepower, she called Tang You over and pointed to the two piles of guns behind her,

"I know you have a way to contact your boss. Take these two piles of guns to him, 10000 AK47s and 10000 PKMs, ask him to distribute them."

Tang You exaggeratedly tilted his head back and swallowed hard...

"Sister Hua, Boss Gong only brought 100 people, and each carrying 201 guns to fight might be a bit difficult."

Hearing this, Hua Mi worried,

"Ah, only 201 guns per person, that’s too few. A magazine of bullets really isn’t much."

Especially when facing a Zombie Tide or densely packed mutated animal tide, a magazine of bullets would be gone in a flash, completely ineffective.

She waved her hands, somewhat passionately saying,

"You should establish a complete supply chain of firepower, allowing everyone to seamlessly connect when they run out of firepower and easily access weapons."

"When people are fighting fiercely at the front lines, someone must hand them weapons from behind. Since you’re busy, I’ll deliver the guns to your boss. Just tell me where he is."

Right now, Gong Yi was too busy to reply to her messages. She tried calling him, but Gong Yi wouldn’t pick up.

His phone was set to silent mode.

Therefore, Hua Mi couldn’t contact Gong Yi at all—probably only Tang You knew where Gong Yi was.

Tang You straightened his legs and stood rigidly in front of Hua Mi, lips tight like a clamshell, not uttering a word.

With such a stance, he silently refused Sister Hua’s suggestion.

It was the same old story—if Sister Hua wanted to go to the front line, she’d have to step over Tang You’s dead body.

Hua Mi was about to speak when suddenly a garrison came running up behind Tang You,

"Captain Tang, a group of people is approaching us. They are coming from behind the supply depot, and they seem to be ordinary survivors."

Each garrison wore protective goggles, made by Hua Mi’s Level 15 factory.

These goggles not only allowed the garrisons to clearly see distant views in rainy and foggy weather but also enabled them to see at night.

So they could clearly see that people coming towards the B City supply depot, laden with large and small bags, were just ordinary survivors.

Why had these ordinary survivors come here?

Both Hua Mi and Tang You found it unusual.

This supply depot in B City wasn’t located near any national highways or expressways.

Even though now the national highways and expressways were mostly ruined, survivors would usually start from some city towards Xiang City or B City.

To avoid getting lost, they would choose to travel by the old national highways or expressways.

There were also scattered survivors who would by chance stumble upon the B City supply depot, but they would be stopped by the garrisons posted hundreds of meters away, who would direct them to the correct path.

It wouldn’t be such a large group of survivors, navigating precisely as if guided.

"How many survivors do you estimate there are?" Tang You asked.

"Can’t tell, a large group, definitely about 2000."

The reporting garrison furrowed his brow. As garrisons, they would never slaughter civilians.

But with 2000 survivors, the garrisons at B City supply depot, numbering less than 100, simply couldn’t stop them.