Apocalypse Supermarket System

Chapter 399 For the Continuation of Civilization ([-])

For the Templars, the humans in the occupied area are slaves, working, serving, venting, and even eating.

However, after seeing the crops on the earth, the Templars learned that humans have unparalleled technology in growing food, so they issued a fasting order, warning all ethnic groups not to eat slaves, and concentrated slaves in one area An area is raised in captivity, food is grown, and livestock are herded.

To tell the truth, the Protoss are already superior and have no desires, but they are still very picky when it comes to appetite, but they are conquered by the rich ingredients of the earth and the superb cooking skills of various chefs. They have begun to pay attention to the scarce number of human beings. Killed.

But during the occupation process, not surprisingly, half of them were killed as a joke.

During the negotiations, Quan Bosong proposed to return the captives to human captives, but Dunst disagreed. The soldiers of the God-Servant Alliance who only know how to fight and are not outstanding, at this critical moment when they just occupied the earth, Really not as useful as these farmers.

But following Quan Bosong's thirty complete godheads, he couldn't refuse.

That is the lifeblood of the God Race, the treasure that can be continued. It can be said that if the God Race fighters fall, the loss is only a matter of face. If the godhead can be recovered, it is equivalent to no loss at all.

As long as it takes time, the same number of Protoss will appear again. After all, there are tens of millions of Protoss who have not reached the god level.

Therefore, in the end, after a day of detailed negotiations, human beings exchanged 55 captured god-servant coalition forces and 32 intact godheads for eight beetle-class transport ships to enter the occupied area of ​​​​the Templar Star and randomly select 70 people.

These eight warships can fly over the occupied area at will, and all Templars except the Gate of Heaven are unimpeded. The premise is that there must be no weapons of mass destruction on these eight warships. All races will cooperate.

Without further ado, after the contract was signed, countless talents from all walks of life boarded the eight transport ships that had been emptied. They would serve as a scale for selecting talents and enter the enemy-occupied area.

For the continuation of human civilization and for thousands of years of human cultural heritage not to be ruined, they have a heavy responsibility on their shoulders.

The culture of the earth is not a country, the inheritance of a race, only the world composed of countless bright nations is the world of the earth.

Therefore, if only the Chinese civilization is passed on, it would be an irreparable regret for Chu Heng and the scholars.

A beetle-class transport ship numbered five slowly landed on the water next to the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. People of all ethnic groups wandering around in downtown San Francisco looked at this human spaceship in surprise, but they had already received instructions from above. , Knowing that this will not hurt them, they can do what they are doing with peace of mind.

All the hatches of the Beetle-class transport ship are open, and the inside is full of small landing ships on standby. There are less than 300 people here who are soldiers of the Army of Hope, and the remaining 500 people are people who have made achievements in various fields. One is the most conspicuous.

A fat man in blue and black engineering uniform with the rank of colonel on his shoulders.

Yang Zhao.

Guangmingcheng, Deputy Chief Engineer of Electronic Information of the General Science and Technology Department of the Research Center.

The development of the special mecha that he and Lu Miao were in charge of has come to an end. When he learned that there was a matter of selecting talents, he volunteered to be responsible for the selection of talents in the field of electronic technology. Chu Heng also knew that this little fat man was exhausted, so he also filmed it. Out.

A lieutenant captain said: "You all have your own purpose for this trip. My request is that within three days, I will screen people from the whole of northern California. You guys, go to Stanford, San Francisco, California, Wait for the libraries of various universities to evacuate other people for me, and screen people one by one according to the points on the map."

Countless landing pods spread out like bees.

This map is taken by satellite and the latest information given by Dunst. In order to allow these humans to graze and grow crops, they divided human beings into groups ranging from 5000 to 3000 people to take charge of an area. Therefore, the entire California is dominated by San Francisco and Los Angeles is the center, and it is divided into north and south. There are only less than 500 million people left in the United States, and here is a full [-] million people, so it became the first stop.

San Francisco belongs to the 1101 Reclamation Group.

This regiment has a full 4000 people and 200 tall and big centaurs. They are based on an abandoned small village as the center and are responsible for the cultivation of a surrounding land. Now these lands are barely planted with barley, but there are few suitable for the whole of California. Although they worked every day on the land they planted, they were always worried that if they didn't turn in enough food, they would be in danger of being wiped out again.

There are only about 4000 buildings in this small village, most of these buildings are occupied by centaurs, only three small buildings are used by humans, and they are also occupied by a gang of gangsters among the [-] people, most of which are built by humans Shacks and tents, mixed.

It was noon, when everyone went home from work, a small group of centaurs pressed the area, and 100 people left after throwing down two crazy black bread.

In every area, because of the centaur's treatment, a captain was gradually elected to be in charge of distributing the bread.

Old Hud called some young lads to come over and carry two baskets of bread in, but just as these lads put their hands on the dusty baskets, several black men came over and held out their hands politely. Go in, fish out a few of the most complete and clean breads, and walk away.

"Didn't you pay this week's tax! Give it back to me!" A mixed-race young man punched him, but because of his long-term nutritional imbalance and the whole morning's work, he, who was originally a big man, unexpectedly The punch was empty, and a few black people reacted, kicked him to the ground, and then beat him severely. After the beating, he said, "Master Bedokko, I am not full, so tax increase! Who has any objections!"

A few young men wanted to rush forward reluctantly, but they were stopped by Old Hadra and shook their heads.

A few black boys didn't want to make too much noise, and if they attracted centaurs, they would have no good fruit to eat, and walked away with a mocking look on their faces.

"Uncle Harder!" Several young men shouted in dissatisfaction with the bruised Suokes.

Those people just took away the bread for ten people!
"Forget it, they have more than [-] strong men, they can eat every meal, what about us? Every meal is half full, we can't beat them all the way, and if there is a big noise and centaurs are drawn, they don't ask The reason is to cut it with a knife, bear with it."

"Forbearance! Forbearance! When is the head!"

A few people who came over heard these young people's words, and they all sighed, but there was no way, people were already the lowest in this world.

More than 100 people gathered around two baskets of bread, which was enough to barely feed thirty or forty adults. It was already pitifully small to share among 120 people, not to mention a few pieces were robbed. No one can get [-] to [-] grams of bread, and now it is just over [-] grams, mixed with water, I can only say that I am not hungry, and I don’t know the feeling of fullness at all.

"On a day like this, no matter how hard you live, you will starve to death if you don't get killed sooner or later." A young man complained.

"I heard that the entire United States has fallen, and I don't know what the world looks like."

A red-haired woman in her thirties gathered people together and said, "Keep going, let me tell you, human beings are not extinct."

This woman is in her thirties, and her whole body looks a bit shriveled due to long-term malnutrition and lack of food, but look at that face, if she eats better, she is also a beauty.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they said, "That's right, Barbera, you are a linguist, have you heard anything these days?"

"I can barely understand these centaurs these days. I learned from their conversations that they are trying to occupy the whole earth."

"We all know, I just know, where there is resistance."

The red-haired woman said with hope on her face: "It's not as simple as resistance. They said that they killed and injured more than 200 million people in one battle, and suffered heavy losses."

"Damn it! Such a powerful centaur killed and injured 200 million people. Where is it so powerful, I say, human beings cannot be wiped out so easily!"

"I don't understand very well, but the two names they repeat over and over again."

"Hope, capital city."

The red-haired woman spit out these two words in Chinese, and said: "Hope means hope in Chinese, and the capital is the capital of the Chinese people! I guess, the Chinese people are still resisting!"

Everyone became less interested when they heard it, but Harder said firmly: "No matter where! As long as human beings' will to resist is still there, we have hope!"

"HOPE!"

"Yes! HOPE!"

After finishing their lunch with a sliver of hope, everyone hurried to sleep, and had to go to work in the afternoon, but not long after they lay down, they were woken up by the loudspeaker in the village.

"Everyone, everyone gather at the highway intersection immediately, remember, everyone, after half an hour, those who don't arrive will be killed without mercy."

It was shouted in broken English, which everyone could understand.

"What kind of wind do these centaurs have?"

"That's right! If we still work in the afternoon, we won't be able to let us have a good rest."

But complaints are complaints, and the last killing without mercy made them smart, and they all got up and went to the intersection of the original village to gather.

At the intersection of the highway, more than 4000 people crowded the place, but the centaurs around them didn't speak, they just circled around them, so that they didn't dare to move around.

"Isn't it because we want to gather and kill us? Don't they stop eating people?"

"Who knows, if they meant to kill, I would just touch my neck myself, so I won't be punished."

"Wait, look, what is that!"

Just as people were talking, two landing ships came flying from afar.

One, two, everyone found it, they raised their hopeful eyes and looked at the two landing ships flying out of the sky

"Such a strong sense of technology must belong to us humans!"

"Could it be that they picked us up?"

The two landing ships parked side by side on the road, the hatch opened, and two mechs more than three meters high came down.

"Why is this so similar to that mecha in Avatar!"

"Did you see it? There are people inside, human beings!"

Under the guard of two mechs, several people came down. They talked to the centaur, but they couldn't understand the language.

The red-haired woman Barbera suppressed the excitement in her heart, squeezed out of the crowd with all her strength, ran forward, and shouted in Chinese: "I understand Chinese, and I understand the language of centaurs!"

The centaurs didn't understand, so they pretended to kill the woman with their javelins.

The mecha had a sharp eye and a quick hand, and blocked the centaur's weapon, and then the driver inside looked at the centaur viciously, and the centaur gave up.

I saw a fat man hooking his hands to let the red-haired woman pass.

Barbera knew that if she could get out of the clutches, she only had to watch it once!

She never wanted to live such a life of being exhausted every day, not having enough food and clothing, and having no guarantee of life.

Don't look at these weapons that are so advanced that they are so advanced, and just look at that fat man with a fat body, she knows that going with them will definitely not suffer!
"What's your name, can you speak Templar's common language?"

Yang Zhao is worrying. There are not many students trained by Libeya, and even fewer students can be independent. This time, two of them came with the transport ship. How could it be possible to follow him, a small landing ship? I thought that the people in charge of the management would not get the news. It will embarrass them, but who knows what these centaurs seem to be doing.

At this time, a skinny woman covered in mud suddenly appeared and said that she could speak their words, and Yang Zhao was of course very happy.

"My name is Barbera Genolin. I am Mexican-American. I have a Ph.D. in Linguistics from Stanford University. I can speak Chinese, English, French, and Japanese. These days, they babble for a long time, and I can understand it roughly. No problem communicating!"

Yang Zhao could see that although this woman was very thin, her brows were still beautiful. He was a person who liked big plates of foreign girls. He brushed the woman's red hair, and then pulled out a box like a conjuring. Inside were still steaming dumplings, which had just been cooked on the landing ship.

"It's unreasonable for a doctor to be so miserable. You look thin. Eat something." Yang Zhao handed it over. Barbera saw the dumplings, which were still hot, and her eyes straightened on the spot, ignoring the handed over. The chopsticks were grasped by those black hands that could not tell the color of the skin and stuffed into his mouth.

"Meat, stuffed with meat~" Barbera ate three or four dumplings in her mouth, and the pork and green onion stuffing in her mouth made her cry out of happiness.

She didn't expect that in this life, she could still eat such delicious food.

"This woman, a starving ghost reincarnated." Yang Zhao smiled and unscrewed his water bottle, rolled his eyes and was reluctant to spit out Barbella, knowing that he couldn't persuade her, so he grabbed the woman's mouth, Pour hard water into it.

"Ah~" This woman swallowed what was in her mouth.

Everyone watched Barbera devour the food made of white flour, and subconsciously swallowed their saliva, but they couldn't understand what they said, after all, no one knew Chinese.

After Barbera ate more than a dozen without panting, Yang Zhao grabbed the lunch box and said, "Don't eat any more, don't spoil it."

Yang Zhao was afraid that this beauty would suddenly overeat and cause a bad stomach.

Then he smiled and pointed to the dumplings with black marks everywhere in the lunch box, and said, "It's all like this, it's all yours, don't worry."

Barbera regained her strength, and wiped the oil from her mouth and the tears of happiness left behind in embarrassment.

"Yes, bring her a basin of water and wash her."

After Babela was washed, Yang Zhao was even more amazed. This woman, as long as she eats for ten days and half a month, she is a big beauty. I like it.

"Who are you?" asked Barbera.

"You will know who we are after a while. As long as you can speak the words of this group of people, I guarantee that you will have meat to eat in the days to come!"

Barbera patted the still big round, and said, "I promise to complete the task."

Yang Zhao didn't say rightly: "Tell these nondescript things that I am a member of the Army of Hope. I have negotiated with their superiors and come to pick someone. Why are you embarrassing us!"

Yang Zhao was originally an unscrupulous person, and he devoted himself to learning in Guangming City. The clothes of Guangming City on his body can be said to be respected wherever he goes, and he is already a little flattered.So of course, these centaurs will not be taken seriously for this task of letting go.

The Suguang-level mechs I designed, not to mention these centaurs, even those protoss, are all chopped up in one fell swoop.

Barbera's eyes brightened, the meaning in these words couldn't be more obvious, they are saved!
But after all, she didn't speak coherently in the common language of the Templar Star, so she made a few words, gestured and said, and expressed the meaning clearly.

Listening to what the centaur said, Barbera turned her head and said, "He said that they got the order, but they have a production task. If you pick one person away, they will lose a share of production, and they want compensation."

"Fucking nonsense!" Yang Zhao said hurriedly after scolding, "Don't read this."

"Of course not." Barbera covered her mouth and smiled as she looked at the burly fat man.

"It's really beautiful." Yang Zhao praised directly, and Barbera blushed, Yang Zhao said: "Fortunately, I was prepared, you tell these bastards, I didn't pick a single person, and left them fifty kilograms of flour .”

After Barbera translated, the centaur smiled, stood on both sides, and signaled Yang Zhao to do whatever he wanted, and they would count the number.

"Take it, stand aside and eat, I'm going to get down to business." Yang Zhao handed the lunch box with more than [-] dumplings left to Barbera, and then stood on the cabin door watching countless eager eyes from that one. The lunch box of dumplings moved up to him, and he felt a chill for a while.

How is it like a hungry wolf watching a little sheep without eating for three days.

But he was also dejected, he knew that he was destined to only take away a small number of people today, and most of them would stay here.

this is the truth.

The reality is both beautiful and cruel.

(End of this chapter)