After reviewing dozens more company resumes, another particularly interesting one popped up.
[Company: Helen Disability Treatment Company]
[Company Scale: Market Capitalization 890 Billion]
[Company Reputation: Excellent]
[Remarks: Helen Disability Treatment Company is a medical company dedicated to the rehabilitation of disabled individuals. The disabilities it can treat include congenital and acquired conditions, covering brain damage, limb disabilities, facial disfigurement, sensory deprivation, and more. It also has professional teams to help disabled individuals adapt to normal life after rehabilitation. For specific cooperation matters, please click "Agree" in the bottom right corner to add my contact information for communication. We look forward to cooperating with you.]
Jiang Ye decisively agreed. A company with such benevolent intentions, he was willing to introduce it even if it didn't make money, even if he had to pay out of his own pocket.
The ability to cure disabilities was something the Binhai City Hospital also possessed to some extent. For instance, the life support pods could print various human limbs.
However, this kind of printing could only repair acquired limb damage. Brain disabilities, for example, could not be treated. One couldn't just dig out a brain and print a new one, could they? That wouldn't even be the same person anymore, with all memories gone.
Furthermore, some congenital disabilities caused by genetic defects also couldn't be treated. For example, some children were born with only four fingers because their genes dictated four fingers. Since the life support pods printed and replicated based on a person's genes, if you chopped off the hand of a four-fingered child and reprinted it, the new hand would still have four fingers.
This was where Helen Disability Treatment Company could come into play. Moreover, introducing such a medical enterprise would also serve to supplement the colony's weak medical conditions.
The space age did indeed have its advantages. Technology had truly advanced, and medical standards were exceptionally impressive.
Next, a large number of manufacturing companies were approved, covering a wide range of products. From small office supplies like A4 paper and staplers to large companies producing spaceship components, capable of manufacturing parts for spaceships up to a kilometer long.
All company resumes had been reviewed, and Jiang Ye temporarily had no pending work.
However, he couldn't afford to be idle; two soldiers were still missing, and he was searching for them. If people died during wartime, it was easier to accept psychologically. But Jiang Ye didn't want anyone to sacrifice their lives during peacetime; that would be truly regrettable.
He clicked on the screen a few times, maximizing the holographic projection.
The first batch of air force units had already taken off and arrived over the third continent, dropping survival packs.
The planes were displayed as small green dots on the satellite map. Jiang Ye clicked on one at random, and he could see the real-time scene inside the cabin.
The entire cabin was packed with large red survival packs, bulging with contents. Inside were the various items Jiang Ye had requested.
Two soldiers were tying smoke canisters to the edges of the packs. The canisters, resembling grenades, had the character "烟" (smoke) printed in red paint on them.
After tying a smoke canister, they pulled the igniter, and thick red smoke immediately spewed out. The soldiers then kicked the smoking survival pack overboard, completing another drop.
Jiang Ye was momentarily stunned. He recalled playing battle royale games as a child and seeing countless airdrop boxes. The only difference was that in the game, the airdrop boxes only started smoking after landing, whereas now, the dropped survival packs were already smoking in mid-air.
He hoped that Wu Junmin and Wan Xiucheng, who had crashed, were still alive and could see the red smoking survival packs.
For three consecutive days, the troops continuously manufactured survival packs, and air force formations took off repeatedly to drop them on the third continent.
In three days and three nights, a total of sixty thousand survival packs were dropped!
The sandstorm had ended, and most survival packs were dropped in the sandstorm zone. However, the desert was vast, and the distance between each survival pack was still tens of kilometers. They were like scattered coconuts floating in a vast ocean, barely noticeable.
Ground troops were also advancing relentlessly, searching rapidly. But they still hadn't found any trace.
The temperature had risen to summer levels, reaching thirty degrees Celsius at one o'clock in the afternoon. In some water-scarce areas, the ground was scorched by the sun, with temperatures approaching seventy degrees Celsius.
The massive sandstorm was gone, but small-scale strong winds continued to rage. The third continent lacked vegetation, and sand and stones were constantly being whipped around.
Thousands of personnel were exhausted and covered in dust and grime, but thinking of their comrades and military orders, they could only grit their teeth and persevere. They endured hardship in the wilderness, eating and sleeping in the open, advancing in shifts.
Meanwhile, a lot of unfavorable data was being transmitted back.
Especially the humidity data. While the humidity on the outskirts of the desert was still around 40%, the humidity in the former sandstorm zone was only 17%!
Some individual officers in the troops were immigrants from desert planets, having grown up in desert regions with extensive experience. Several officers wrote reports to Jiang Ye, unanimously stating that in such harsh, low-humidity environments, a person could only survive for about 19 hours without water. By the 20th hour, they would start seeing lights and experiencing various hallucinations that would torment their will, leading to their imminent demise. Within three days, their bodies would dehydrate, shrivel, and severely decompose, becoming a shriveled pile drier than a mummy.
This meant that after three days of searching with no news, it was highly probable that Wu Junmin and Wan Xiucheng were already gone. Perhaps they had died in the crash itself.
Jiang Ye insisted that the troops continue searching.
However, he was also acutely aware that the chances of survival were slim. He had flown a rotorcraft before; those cheap small planes offered no safety whatsoever. A crash would definitely result in an explosion, killing the occupants. Even if it didn't explode, it was easy to be ejected from the cabin. At high speeds, being thrown to the ground would leave very few intact bones.
During these three days, Jiang Ye had not been idle. He had contacted Xu Yan and established four new military bases on the third continent, all near the mining areas.
Each new military base was equipped with a military factory, including factories for wing-flapping aircraft and spider armored vehicles. Equipment could be produced and replenished directly, eliminating the need for long-distance transportation from the first or second continent.
On the fourth night, at one o'clock in the morning, Jiang Ye had just fallen asleep when his office door was violently kicked open. Liu Jizi burst in, her eyes blazing.
"We found the plane! Commander, wake up! We found the plane!" Liu Jizi lunged onto the bed, shaking him desperately.
Jiang Ye suddenly sat up, his forehead colliding with hers with a loud "bang."
Liu Jizi clutched her forehead and rolled off the bed, groaning in pain.
Jiang Ye's vision was also filled with stars. He was definitely going to have a lump on his head. He quickly shook his head to clear his mind.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Are you hurt?" Jiang Ye helped her up.
"It's fine... it hurts a bit, but it's not serious." Liu Jizi, still holding her head, quickly returned to the main point. "The forward units just sent back a message saying they spotted something resembling a rotorcraft and are heading over."
"Turn on the projection." Jiang Ye's spirits lifted.
Liu Jizi swayed as she walked to the desk, propping herself up with one hand on the edge of the table and activating the holographic projection with the other.
The situation at the front lines immediately appeared in the office.
The roar of the wind, sand flying everywhere, and small sandstorms were raging. Many lights flickered within the sand curtain, resembling the eyes of large beasts. These were spider armored vehicles advancing in formation. Such armored vehicles were particularly advantageous in desert regions; their long legs allowed for fast movement, and there was no fear of being buried by sand. Tracked armored vehicles, on the other hand, could easily get stuck in sandstorms.