Rise of the Wasteland

A large fleet appeared on the ice-covered sea. The signal flag on the ship crackled in the biting cold wind, but looked extremely lonely.

The icy cabin was crowded like canned sardines, with a foul smell from the apathetic crowd. Charles covered his nose and held an assault rifle to open the hatch, immediately causing a commotion in the cabin.

"Sir, please. My child is dying. Please find a doctor for him."

"Give us something to eat. You haven't given us anything for two days."

"Even if we want to be slaves, feed us, otherwise you might as well throw us into the sea."

The rioting crowd rushed towards the hatch, and Charles swept a shuttle into the cabin without hesitation, spotting a woman in the pool of blood on the spot. But the woman was lying on the cold floor, and she stretched out her hand and crawled forward. "Please save my child, please find a doctor for him."

Watching the horrified crowd receding quickly, Charles hummed and sneered, "Want to live? No problem. But I have to obey my orders. I have said before that the world is ruined, and now I am your master . "

Charles' words were like the blade of a cold wind, leaving more than a hundred people in the cabin frozen. After a moment of silence, a middle-aged man stood in the crowd, and Shen Sheng said, "No matter what you want us to do, if your purpose is not to die, you must give us food and medicine. There is a child here He has a high fever, and he needs a little antipyretics. "

Looking at the body of a woman who was rapidly cooling on the floor, Charles sneered without mercy, "I can give you something to eat, but I don't need any children, so there is no antipyretic medicine." The attendant shouted, "Tony Xu, come and distribute food to them. Be careful not to let them eat too much. They will resist."

Immediately behind Charles, there was an Asian face with his head bowed and a waist down, carrying a large bucket of cold gruel, and sternly cursed at the people in the cabin: "If you want to live, come up and eat something. Hog. "

Charles stepped back and looked at the farce in front of his gun. There are a dozen more cabins in the same cabin, all crowded like before. He is the captain of this ship, and is thinking about how to build a kingdom with these slaves. "Damn, why can't these Chinese people be tamed like niggas? They don't always know gratitude."

The middle-aged man who had just stood out slowly walked forward to Tony Xu, who helped distribute food to others in the same cabin. But in this cold weather, a bowl of gruel is not enough for the people in the cabin.

"Let those who are old and weak eat more, especially the sick one. We are all troubled people and we should unite with each other." The middle-aged man said to others.

The people in the same cabin were mixed with grief and indignation. In the face of this desperate living situation, they roared, resisted, and fought. All kinds of ugly and kind things happen alternately. Now facing the muzzle of the wicked, they can only survive if they help each other.

Tony Xu, who distributed the food, felt extremely uncomfortable with the heavy, depressed atmosphere in the cabin. He fluttered the grueling spoon and yelled in English: "Why do you look at me like this? Don't think I am long Similar to you, I feel like I am your compatriot. I have said many times that I am Singaporean and now I am American. "

Helpless and hidden hatred, more than a hundred pairs of eyes in the cabin stared at Tony Xu outside the cabin door. This made Tony Xu even more annoyed. He slammed his feet on the vat of cold porridge and drank: "It doesn't matter, you drink it yourself."

The crackling gruel flowed down the gangway of the cabin, followed by a closing of the cabin door, and Tony Xu cursed and left. The light in the cabin was suddenly dim, but the middle-aged man hurriedly reached out to gather these cold porridges, and greeted other compatriots, "Hurry up and don't waste it."

There is more than a hundred people in the cabin, and this porridge is not enough. An old man simply shook his head and said, "Little Deng, the old guys of ours have discussed it. It will not work like this. Everyone will not be starved to death.

The next time we opened the door, we rushed out to block the bullets. The group of foreign devils blocked four or five guns at the door every time. Some of us old guys said that we should make a living for everyone. "

The middle-aged man dubbed 'Little Deng' snorted for a while, still nodded, and said resentfully: "We are all rushing out and we won't be affected by the **** of these bastards.

The middle-aged man is called Deng Chengwen. He and the people in the cabin have an identity. All are Chinese who stay in the United States for reasons such as travel, business, and studying abroad. After the catastrophe, they were lucky enough to survive but were unable to integrate into the American society after the disaster.

Some of these alien Chinese do not even speak English, and everyone can only survive in groups. If no one helped, they would die silently like the Chinese workers who built railways in the United States.

However, Zhou Qingfeng founded the 'Aurora Army' and cooperated with 'Inkley'. In order to show Zhou Qingfeng's goodwill, "Inkley" captured the Chinese who had been thrown into the concentration camp, and then shipped them to Zhou Qingfeng.

Nominally 10,000 Chinese and beauties were given. In fact, these people are all authentic Chinese, and the number is more than 20,000. With so many people crowding in a dozen boats, living conditions are extremely poor.

The most terrible thing was that after the nuclear bomb washes the ground, the Americans who controlled the more than a dozen ships found that they were no longer dependent, and they were delayed in the sea for several days during the noise.

Now no one dares to return to the United States where the nuclear bomb washes the ground. As a result of the discussion on the ship, they continued to find the overseas Aurora Corps. The Americans in charge of the fleet remember that the Aurora Corps was a white group. ~ www.readwn.com ~ But they don't know that the leader of the Aurora Corps is an authentic Chinese.

The eschatological situation has made the mentality of many white people on board extremely distorted. Some people are mentally broken, some are bursting with self-confidence, and some are drinking and living. In this case, more than 20,000 Chinese people were transported.

More than 20,000 Chinese people floated slowly on the Gulf of Mexico for a week like piglets. The Americans on board also established radio links with the Aurora Corps in Nassau.

However, I heard that the status of more than 20,000 Chinese on board was not very good. Raymond, who was responsible for arranging this, also specially cared for the fleet to dock closer to Matanzas, Cuba, because Nassau is also suffering now. It is really impossible to arrange another 20,000 people.

Just when Zhou Qingfeng had just established a foothold in Matanzas, the fleet appeared off the coast of Matanzas. Charles, who was one of the leaders before docking, also prepared a new suit and asked his chief officer, "How do you think of me? Can you give a good impression to Your Excellency?"

The Lieutenant immediately slaps: "Captain, your image is so good, Your Excellency the Corps will definitely reuse you." (To be continued.)