Rebirth at the end of the world: I report to the country!

Chapter 111 111· "The hero of Wugan will not die well."

When the followers rushed in behind them, they saw Ali sitting in the chief's seat, reading documents, and next to him was the body of Sith.

Ali heard the sound, raised his head, and said to everyone: "The Sith is dead. We have succeeded. Let us tell everyone."

When everyone left cheering, Ali showed no expression.

He lowered his head.

——The total population of Uganda is more than 30 million, and under the absolute low temperature and hail, without the help of the world, even if the whole country of Uganda is put together, it can only protect 130,000 people at most. Not even one percent can arrive.

And there are only 130,000 people who are still alive. It does not mean that they can be protected from the ice disaster. They just have the "most basic" equipment to survive in the era of natural disasters.

In fact, about 90,000 of them are the capacity of the shelter itself in Wugan. The "nation's power" is just an expansion on this basis.

That is to say - Wu Gan can't actually do anything.

This is the data calculated by the Sith immediately after the arrival of the Era of Natural Disasters.

Ali was unable to find any loopholes in such outrageous and absurd data - as a hot country with an average temperature of no more than 18-29 degrees Celsius throughout the year, this sudden low temperature and hail were indeed fatal.

What's more, it is a poor country with a shortage of food. After he saw clearly the earthquakes in the past, it was difficult for Ali to accept one point——

This country of ours relies entirely on aid.

Without the aid of the World Federation, this country would have fallen apart long ago.

In fact, this is not just the case in Wugan, but also in most places in Heizhou.

Without ‘humanitarian aid’, Black State cannot even reach adulthood.

Ali couldn't understand what a sad place he lived in.

When natural disasters strike, the whole world is still saying that human beings are one family and should help each other.

But Wugan got nothing, and no matter who the Sith prayed to, they got no answer.

After calculating all this and doing all this, Sith chose to give up on himself. He chose to spend the rest of his time with the last entertainment.

This is indeed a very desperate number and country.

It actually made an otherwise good leader choose to escape by falling into darkness.

Ali stood up. He didn't know what his expression was like now, but it must not be good-looking.

Damn the way of heaven, I thought that after the victory of the uprising, it would bring light to Wugan, but now, it seems that I can't do anything and can't change anything.

Just like the Sith.

No, it's different. At least I'm a coward who won't run away.

When he left the building, it was already very dark, but everyone outside was carving up the 'treasures' in the building, singing and dancing to celebrate the victory of the uprising, and enjoying the fruits of victory.

When they saw Ali walking towards them, the excited people wanted to hug him and lift him up, but they were stopped by him.

"I have something to say to everyone, and to us, Ugan," Ali said.

Everyone thought he was finally going to declare victory, so they immediately handed the microphone to him and set up a live broadcast as quickly as possible on their mobile phones.

"Our entire Ugan country has more than 30 million people. At most, only 130,000 people may survive the era of natural disasters." Ali's first words made everyone's festive atmosphere disappear.

"……"explain.

"I feel like I can't hide this data from everyone like the Sith, because we must start the shelter expansion activities immediately, otherwise we won't even reach the 130,000 figure."

"..."

"After a day of thinking, I think I finally made a decision and determined the way to select the 130,000 last Ugan survivors."

"Any method will have its unreasonable and unacceptable aspects, so just leave it to luck - we will decide by drawing lots."

"It is up to me to ensure the legitimacy and rationality of the draw. This is because you trust me, and because I will ensure that I, my family, and the people close to me cannot be drawn - I have determined that I will become Thirteen When the time comes, I will try to lead the remaining Wugan people to survive in the ice."

"As for the lucky ones, you will carry the name of Ugan and continue to burn with the fire of civilization in this country."

"This content will soon be spread to all parts of Wugan, along with our instructions to build shelters. I hope everyone can actively participate in it. When the list of survivors is revealed, I decided to set it during a natural disaster. The third before the era—"

"Bang--" The deafening gunshot interrupted the conversation.

Perhaps not an interruption, Ali looked at the hole and blood on his chest in disbelief. He was short of breath and speechless. He turned his head and looked at the subordinate who shot at him.

"We fought with you, not just to leave our lives to luck! You should make sure that we become part of these 130,000! We are close to you, but you want us to die. What's the point? !Ali, you deserve to die!”

The other party's eyes were red, like an enraged beast, flickering in the firelight at night.

"Bump! Bump!" Ali once again saw his solid supporters shooting at the opponent and fighting back.

The scene was chaotic amid gunfire.

Former comrades-in-arms turned against each other in an instant, fighting each other.

Countless bullet casings flew and screams spread.

Someone picked him up on his back, as if he wanted to send him somewhere.

Maybe a hospital? Ali didn't know that he could feel his life flowing away with his blood, decreasing bit by bit from his body.

Unexpectedly, he didn't feel much about death, or rather, he was a little happy?

After seeing the data, he turned his attention more than once to the pistol used by Sith to commit suicide - he could not accept this result, and he could not find a solution.

Maybe I am still too naive and not a qualified Zhenzhi family. I think that if I choose a hundred thousand out of thirty million, everyone can accept it as long as I draw lots through luck.

But for the 'strong', fairness is not fair to them.

Leave the problem to them, Ali is very tired.

Even if you are going to die, you don't have to think about this headache anymore and make the choice of killing 30 million people.

The shouts and cries of real fans gradually weakened and disappeared.

He saw the Sith waiting for him, his expression seemed to be mocking.

"Look, you came down quickly, and faster than I thought." He said.

Ali was silent.

"This is the tragedy of our country, the tragedy of the land and climate, and the dark blue background that cannot be changed."

"If you want to blame it, blame it on the unfairness of this planet." Sith continued.

Ali shook his head and followed him. He was unable and too lazy to comment on himself and the Sith.