50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 794 Collection
Over the years, Sun Zhiwei has seen many ups and downs, and he has thoroughly understood the application scope of his spatial ring.

In summary, he is really not suited to show off on the front lines, because there are two types of attacks that are his nemesis: one is a large-area coverage attack, and the other is a high-speed attack beyond visual range.

If he doesn't take precautions or avoid these two types of attacks in advance, they would be fatal to him.

Therefore, he could only warn himself that he should stay as far away from such environments as possible in the future.

After he reached a safe area, he estimated the distance from Zinjibar City to Aden City, then took out the motorcycle from his spatial storage and sped towards Aden.

The distance between the embassy in Aden and the hospital is nearly 100 kilometers. Road conditions in Yemen are not good, so it's better to take a motorcycle than to drive.

Along the way, Sun Zhiwei made full use of space detection capabilities to avoid combat zones in advance. After more than three hours of winding and circuitous travel, he successfully returned to the vicinity of the embassy district in Aden.

Once you get here, you've basically entered a safe zone.

Previously, when there was a tank in front of the Russian embassy in the embassy district, the street on the east side of the embassy district was no longer harassed by armed men.

Now, two more tanks have appeared in front of our embassy, ​​similarly dispelling the threat from the west side of the embassy district.

This means that the two embassies directly protect the east and west ends of the embassy district, while the other embassies located in the middle also indirectly gain security protection.

After riding his motorcycle around into the embassy district, Sun Zhiwei found a quiet place to retrieve his motorcycle and then took out the two medical vehicles that his hospital had confiscated.

He placed the medical bus in front and the smaller ambulance behind it, then connected the two vehicles with a cable.

He then got into the driver's seat of the medical bus and drove it slowly into Embassy Street, towing the ambulance behind it.

Five minutes later, when Sun Zhiwei drove the two medical vehicles into the embassy compound, it seemed that the entire embassy was in an uproar.

Upon hearing the news, the embassy leaders, along with the head of the medical team, rushed to the scene to express their sincere gratitude to Sun Zhiwei. Sun Zhiwei accepted their thanks readily, stating that they, too, deserved their thanks.

When he collected the two medical vehicles, he discovered that the cargo compartments were already filled with a large amount of medicine.

Sun Zhiwei's return with these items was equivalent to bringing back two truckloads of medicine. In this war-torn and underdeveloped country, medicine was the second most valuable form of currency after arms, and its value was immeasurable.

It must have been someone who transferred it from the hospital pharmacy while Sun Zhiwei was seeing off the first batch of nurses, but no one told him about it.

If there's nothing fishy going on here, he'd be willing to eat shit while standing on his head.

He simply couldn't be bothered with the scheming behind the matter, so he didn't show much joy when faced with the hospital director's enthusiasm.

After all, anyone who has gone through gunfire would be in a bad mood, and everyone can understand that.

Before he returned, the last batch of evacuated medical personnel had already spread the word about Sun Zhiwei's act of voluntarily staying behind to block the enemy.

That's why the people in the know at the embassy were so excited when they saw Sun Zhiwei return safely.

In particular, when everyone learned that the two medical vehicles were filled with precious medicines, their gratitude towards Sun Zhiwei became even more sincere.

It was almost evening, and Sun Zhiwei, exhausted from a long day, was too tired to say anything more. He hurriedly went to the canteen to get some hot food to fill his stomach, then found a room and went to sleep.

He slept for more than ten hours, and when he woke up it was the next morning. It was the third day since he departed from Malacca. In a little over three days, the escort fleet would arrive at the Gulf of Aden, and that would be the time for their evacuation.

He must bring another group of hundreds of people trapped in the Helmuksai neighborhood back to the embassy within three days.

They also had to lead all 800-plus people through several kilometers of the battle zone to the port to board the ship.

Time is running out, he needs to hurry.

After breakfast, he summoned Wu Yanming, the captain of the guard team, and explained his rescue plan.

"I need all the soldiers who can drive tanks to come with me to the Helmuksai neighborhood to pick up people."

“Okay, I’ll join you on this escort mission.” Wu Yanming knew how difficult this task would be, and without any hesitation, he gave his full support.

"If you're going too, you'd better make sure to arrange the embassy's defenses properly."

"Understood, I've thought it all out. There can't be no one in the tanks at the entrance. I'll arrange for a few soldiers who can fire the cannons to stay inside the tanks and guard them."

"Although they can't drive tanks, they can still use them as fixed artillery platforms without any problem."

"Alright, you have more experience than me in guarding, so I won't interfere. Just tell me what you need, and I'll try my best to get it for you before we leave."

Although the Helmuksai community he was going to was not as far away as the medical team, there were too many people there who needed to be transferred, and it would definitely take a long time. Therefore, he preferred to take care of his home first before setting off.

After these few days of getting to know each other, Wu Yanming already knew that Sun Zhiwei was a capable person.

Although he declined to reveal his name, his abilities were truly remarkable. The fact that he managed to acquire tanks in Aden was enough to earn his admiration.

Upon hearing Sun Zhiwei ask him what he lacked, he immediately began to calculate, and soon a simple list appeared in front of Sun Zhiwei.

The requirements list above includes a large number of practical weapons and ammunition such as long-range sniper rifles, mortars, and smoke grenades.

Sun Zhiwei really wanted to slap him when he saw it. Only someone like him, Sun Zhiwei, could get his hands on this thing in a place like Yemen.

He gave Wu Yanming, who seemed a little guilty, a deep look, then said nothing more, simply putting the list into his pocket and continuing to eat.

Seeing that Sun Zhiwei had accepted the list of requirements, Wu Yanming's initial anxiety subsided, and he began to chat and laugh with him as they continued eating.

After finishing breakfast, Sun Zhiwei asked the embassy to notify the Hel Muksa community to prepare for evacuation. He then walked out of the embassy alone and disappeared at the end of the street.

Before lunch, Sun Zhiwei drove the second container truck back to the embassy. This time, one-third of the container was filled with weapons and ammunition that Wu Yanming needed, while the other two-thirds were still various food items.

There are now 600 people in the embassy, ​​and the daily consumption of supplies weighs one or two tons.

Fortunately, the time was short, and with the food delivered by Sun Zhiwei on these two occasions, the embassy no longer had to worry about food and drink before the evacuation.

(End of this chapter)