The building leaders of each unit building sent people over and took the food back in an orderly manner.
Zhang Yi also distributed food to the people in his own unit building and returned home as usual.
On the second day, except for Li Jian, the building leaders of other unit buildings still did not distribute any food to ordinary residents.
So on this night, seeing that the last hope was completely destroyed, the residents of the community completely went crazy!
The community became extremely lively.
No one knew when it started. In each unit building, the sounds of fighting came one after another.
Desperate shouts and desperate roars echoed in the corridor. Even the north wind could not completely cover them up.
The dark night was their only cover. When these timid ordinary people didn't even care about their lives, the rulers of each unit building who held power realized how powerful they were!
After all, not everyone is like Zhang Yi, who has a perfect defensive fortress and terrifying firepower.
For them who are still in the cold weapon era, the advantage of numbers will have a huge impact on the battle situation.
Zhang Yi sat on his warm and comfortable white velvet quilt and quietly looked out of the window.
The light was off. There was a comfortable silence, which formed a sharp contrast with the howling wind and snow and the shrill shouts of fighting outside.
He didn't know what stage it had reached outside.
But he understood that the more people died tonight, the more beneficial it would be for him.
Before going to bed, Zhang Yi finally checked the safety of the entire room again, filled the bullets of the pistol and assault rifle, and then lay down comfortably.
...
The third day.
In the morning.
Zhang Yi walked out of the unit building. The scene in front of him made him couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The snowfield that was still white originally was now covered with bright red everywhere.
In the center of the courtyard, fifty or sixty corpses were lying in disorder!
And looking at their appearance, it seemed that they were forced to jump down from a height.
Some people curled up into a ball before they died. Although they were not killed by the fall, they were also frozen to death in the cold ice and snow after being seriously injured.
Zhang Yi raised his head and scanned the surrounding unit buildings.
He saw congealed and blackened bloodstains on many windows.
One can imagine how cruel a battle it was last night!
So that this morning, no one came out to shovel snow, and even this large pile of corpses was not dragged away.
The residents of Building 25# stood at the door, one by one frightened and didn't dare to breathe loudly.
At this time, they were extremely glad that they were following Zhang Yi.
Otherwise, most of them would surely die now!
Uncle You came over and asked: "Zhang Yi, do we still need to work today?"
Zhang Yi took a look at Uncle You and then at those neighbors behind him.
He said faintly: "If you want to have food in the future, you have to work!"
"Unless," he pointed to the corpses on the ground. "You want to be like them."
Everyone's hearts shuddered.
Compared to these dead people, they were extremely happy!
At least they didn't need to fight for the scarce food and didn't have to fight desperately.
It's just work. As long as they can live!
"Yes, yes, yes. We will start working right away, right away!"
Stimulated by this tragic situation, a group of neighbors took tools and started shoveling snow vigorously.
Uncle You looked at the surrounding scene and asked Zhang Yi: "No one seems to come out to shovel snow in other unit buildings. Should we notify them to come out?"
Zhang Yi glanced at him faintly and suddenly asked with a smile: "Do you think they have time now?"
Uncle You looked puzzled: "Huh?"
Zhang Yi said: "Last night was just the beginning. This conflict occurred between the people in power of each unit building and ordinary residents."
"Unless they can solve the problem of food distribution, one side must be completely destroyed!"
"It's only been one night. How can it be finished so quickly!"
After hearing Zhang Yi's words, Uncle You instantly felt a chill all over his body.
Is this the story of "two peaches kill three warriors"?
"Then what should we do next..."
Zhang Yi said faintly: "It has nothing to do with us. Let them kill slowly!"
The right time has not come yet. He is not in a hurry.
When Zhang Yi came back in the afternoon, he distributed food to them as usual.
However, he found that the people who came from several buildings had changed. They were not members of the groups he was familiar with before.
It seemed that in the struggle for food acquisition rights, the control of some unit buildings had changed hands.
But it didn't matter to him. No matter who was the building leader, he would cooperate according to the previous agreement.
However, after Zhang Yi went back that night, he sent a message in the building leader group of each unit.
"If I don't see the results of labor tomorrow, then I can't guarantee the food including cigarettes."
So the next day, when Zhang Yi went out, he saw the lively scene of everyone coming out to work collectively again.
But today, compared to two days ago, the number has been reduced by at least one-third!
In other words, because of the unfair distribution of food, at least 400 people died in the community in two days!
Uncle You couldn't understand the scene in front of him.
He asked Zhang Yi: "These people clearly know that the ten portions of food for each building will not be their turn at all. But why don't they resist and fight for their chance to survive?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yi suddenly smiled playfully.
He pointed to the snow in front of him with his chin. "Do you still remember how many corpses were here yesterday?"
Uncle You frowned slightly. "There are seventy or eighty corpses just outside. Counting those inside the unit building, there must be at least several hundred!"
Zhang Yi spread his hands: "Look, the reason is right here! The food problem has been well solved."
Uncle You suddenly realized: "It can be like this!"
Zhang Yi said faintly: "As long as they have something to eat, they don't dare to fight desperately. Most ordinary people in China don't have the courage to resist unless they are completely forced to have no way out."
Uncle You shook his head in confusion: "But this is not a long-term solution! What if they run out of food?"
Zhang Yi said without hesitation: "Then kill another wave!"
Uncle You swallowed and didn't know what to say anymore.
At this time, a woman in fur waded through the snow in the wind and snow and came over.
"Zhang Yi, I want to talk to you about cooperation again."
The person who came was Chen Lingyu, the building leader of Building 9#.
Her body was covered in bloodstains. Obviously, she also experienced a very cruel massacre last night.
But she survived.
Zhang Yi smiled slightly, with a hint of disdain in his expression.
"You? What can you talk to me about?"
Chen Lingyu stared into Zhang Yi's eyes and tried to apply her skills of being a wechat businesswoman for many years to him.
"If the community continues to develop like this, it will collapse sooner or later! There are many internal contradictions and it is impossible to manage effectively."
"Even if you can bring back more food, there will definitely be people who take more by force in the future. In this way, contradictions will always be aroused and then more and more people will die!" mǒＭ.
Zhang Yi looked at her calmly. "Oh. And then?"
Nonsense, could he not know that this would be the result?
Because the current situation was caused by him alone.