50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 790 Dilemma
Early morning, on a street leading to the embassy district, the two sides of the road are occupied by their respective sides in the battle.

For the past few days, the two sides have been firing at each other across this main road, making it impossible for anyone to stop on this road.

It was breakfast time for both sides, and they had reached an understanding that they would not start cooking at this time and would eat breakfast together.

Just as they were holding their rice bowls, the deep roar of an engine came from afar, and the personnel on both sides looked toward the road in the distance.

Further away, there was a thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

However, the sound soon drew closer. The first thing to emerge from the thick fog was a bright red flag, followed by a massive truck cab towing a long blue container.

It was clear that this was a transport vehicle carrying supplies to an embassy, ​​and it was moving at a steady speed toward the embassy district.

Some people had already identified the country to which the flag belonged and had notified their companions.

The roadside fell silent, with only the roar of trucks driving by.

Although it was about to enter the combat zone, the truck with the red flag showed no sign of slowing down and continued to drive resolutely toward the embassy district.

They clearly saw that the cars they occasionally encountered along the way that were wrecked on the side of the road were either forcibly pushed to the side of the road by heavy trucks or crushed under the huge wheels.

Neither side fired on either side of the road. Sun Zhiwei's spatial ability had long since enveloped the combatants on both sides, allowing him to observe their every move.

The situation on both sides is quite interesting. They really want to stop this truckload of supplies, but they don't seem to want to be the first to fire. They're both waiting for the other side to fire first.

After all, this involves foreign embassies, and even if the supplies are successfully intercepted, there will definitely be international disputes.

No matter how much their superiors let them get away with it, someone will eventually have to take the blame, but nobody wants to be the one to shoulder that responsibility.

So both sides wanted the other to fire the first shot, but the other side wanted the same thing, and so the situation remained deadlocked.

Sun Zhiwei didn't care about their dilemmas. He was ready to annihilate whichever side dared to fire first.

But until he drove the truck out of the street where the fighting was taking place, neither side of the armed forces fired the first shot, and that's when things got really interesting.

As soon as Sun Zhiwei drove away from that street, gunshots suddenly rang out from both sides of the street.

The intensity of the firepower from both sides this time was significantly greater than yesterday, as if both sides were holding back a lot of anger and wanted to vent it.

Sun Zhiwei glanced back at the two sides exchanging fire, pursed his lips, and uttered a single sentence: "They're all cowards."

Soon, the truck drove into the embassy district, and before long it approached our embassy.

Ahead, on either side of a large gate, stood a tank, its menacing cannons pointing menacingly at the road, threatening enemies from both directions.

The embassy staff also experienced the same strong sense of security as the Russian embassy.

Even several nearby embassies were protected by these two tanks, and no more stragglers dared to approach the street as they had a few days before.

As Sun Zhiwei's truck drew closer, the tank's turret began to rotate, its cannon pointing in the direction the truck was coming from.

The atmosphere immediately eased when they saw trucks with red flags emerging from the thick fog.

Soon, Sun Zhiwei parked the truck at the embassy gate. He rolled down the window and shouted inside, "Open the gate, I'm driving the truck in." Soon, the embassy's large iron gate slowly opened to both sides, and Sun Zhiwei drove the truck into the embassy.

As soon as he parked his car, a group of people surrounded him, asking him what he had brought back.

Sun Zhiwei smiled, got out of the car, and opened all three doors of the container.

The container, filled with supplies, came into view, and everyone cheered.

Food rationing was a last resort. While it could help people get through difficult times, it increased tension for everyone.

The embassy is not just full of staff now; there are also many Chinese citizens who have taken refuge there.

They are all ordinary people who do business, run shops, and work here, and they certainly cannot compare to civil servants and soldiers in terms of discipline.

It's okay for a short time, but if you're in a state of food rationing for a long time, you're likely to experience various psychological and physiological problems.

If a few hundred more people squeezed in later, the situation would become even more serious. It can be said that Sun Zhiwei's truckload of supplies arrived at just the right time.

The tense atmosphere in the embassy eased for the first time after the tanks arrived yesterday, and the arrival of this truckload of supplies today has basically brought the embassy back to a peaceful atmosphere.

The staff quickly organized a group of people to start moving the supplies, and every ordinary person moving the supplies was smiling.

Sun Zhiwei then summoned Wu Yanming, the captain of the guard team, and handed him several boxes of weapons and ammunition from the driver's cab for distribution.

The weapons and ammunition he brought out this time included two boxes of Type 56 assault rifles, one box of hand grenades, two boxes of RPGs, and two boxes of bullets. Although the quantity was not large, it was more than enough to arm the guard team.

At this point, Sun Zhiwei had completed his arrangements in the embassy district. Next, he would pick up the staff from the other two combat zones to join him.

The medical team in Abyan province is relatively easy to work with.

The medical team only has a few dozen doctors and nurses. Although it's nearly 100 kilometers away, it's easy for him to personally drive and escort them.

If all else fails, he can use a Black Hawk helicopter to airlift people directly, picking up six or seven at a time, and after a few trips, he can bring them back.

But the situation in the Hel Muksa community is much more complicated.

The Hel Muksa community is located in the northern suburbs of Aden City. The situation is relatively good now, but the fighting zone between the two sides is spreading towards them, and they don't have much time left to evacuate.

Sun Zhiwei had already learned about the situation along the way from that side. Although the distance was only a dozen kilometers, they were traveling from the suburbs to the city, and there were multiple combat zones in between.

If there are dozens of people, it's manageable. If one car can fit them all, and if he drives himself and there's space to give advance warning, he can safely pick them up.

But he heard that there was a construction team of more than 200 people in the Hel Muksa community. How the hell was he supposed to take on that?
More than 200 people would need to be packed into seven or eight buses. It would be almost impossible for such a bus convoy to pass through the combat zone without any casualties.

He didn't know how the embassy in his previous life managed to get these two groups of people to meet safely with only one casualty; it was practically a mission of hellish difficulty.

He thought it over and realized that unless he was allowed to go on a killing spree along the way, he really didn't know how he could safely bring so many people back.

(End of this chapter)