Rise of the Wasteland

Qin Ming was sitting on a stone, and the low table in front of him was a disassembled AK-47M assault rifle. The old rifle was divided into several large parts. He had already maintained it with the gun cleaner in the accessory box, and now he was assembling it with his hands blindfolded.

The fast movements of both hands, the crisp combination of parts, the hand guard, the gun, the re-entry spring, the case cover, the magazine, and the entire rifle were assembled for more than a minute. There was a rattling sound after pulling the gun, and the impact of the metal represented the romance of the man.

Qin Ming just repeatedly disassembled and assembled, killing time. He was very young. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was of ordinary size, wearing a beret of the Cuban People's Army with short hair, and had many deep scars on his face.

While seriously working with his weapon, Qin Ming's walkie-talkie came with an order: "K-zone, K-zone rest staff, please pay attention. Some armed refugees broke into your guarded area, searched immediately, and you can be killed if found."

Upon hearing the call, Qin Ming immediately responded: "Qin Ming received it and acted immediately."

Someone kept replying on the radio, but Qin Ming did not respond quickly. The young man loaded a live ammunition into the rifle and started searching in his area.

Area K is a deserted residential area outside Havana. The ground has been sprouted with green grass buds, but it is a ruin in the sun. Refugees outside the city are generally difficult to enter, but everything is unexpected.

The past of the nuclear winter only gave short-term excitement to the surviving humans, and the disaster did not leave. The Aurora Corps is under tremendous demographic pressure. On the one hand, it lacks labor to work, and on the other hand, it lacks sufficient food to feed more people. Two contradictions exist at the same time.

The Legion's Interior Department is already struggling to feed its own population, but the refugees from the sea will not care how difficult you are. Those guys who are desperate will try their best to smell the food. fragrance.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire suddenly sounded at close range.

After Qin Ming calmly pointed his muzzle at the window of a building, there was a trap he set up and a broken pot of instant noodle oil. The scent of oil makes the hungry refugees and moths flutter.

Breaking into Zone K were four refugees, unkempt and immature. One of the shots fell to the window, apparently being killed by a hungry associate. Another with a weapon was mad drinking soup, and two lascivious men who were frightened by their gun-mates could only beg aside to stay a little.

"Every time." Qin Ming's muzzle first aimed at the one holding the gun, and a slamming bullet smashed the opponent's head, then the muzzle turned and pointed at the remaining two.

"No, No, No ..." The sudden death made the remaining two refugees shake their hands again and again, begging.

Qin Ming narrowed his eyes, the other one was a man and a woman, and they looked like they were Mexicans ashore from Batawano Bay in the south. All refugees think that this place is the easiest to go ashore, but in fact the army is the most guarded.

The Legion needs women, and their wombs give birth to good offspring for themselves. But the woman in front of her was too thin and injured, and her leg was broken. As for that man, watching the honest Pakistani is just an ordinary farmer.

"Do you have any special skills?" Qin Ming asked in Spanish. The current official languages ​​of the Legion are English and Spanish. Can't learn? If you want to have a full stomach, you must learn. As for Chinese, the number is too small and not widely used.

Winemaking? Growing corn? Livestock?

The two Mexican men and women knew subconsciously that their answers would determine their own destiny, and constantly gestured to show their abilities. But Qin Ming listened for a long time but gave them a shuttle mercilessly, "We already have too many farmers, we don't lack farmers."

The sound of gunfire was sharp and bloody, and Qin Ming's partner quickly rushed over. They were all discrete children in the cataclysm, and remained unmoved by the scene of death and injury, but just shouted coolly to clean up the body.

But for the disfigured Qin Ming, these children still have the least awe, because this seemingly thin Chinese teenager is the most silent and heartfelt among them.

Returning from the K area to the camp, Qin Ming reported to his superiors on the implementation of his task in the morning. The Chinese who heard the report also asked, "I heard that your kid killed four more people?"

"It was three, and one was killed by them." Qin Ming said indifferently.

"I heard you broke the head of one of the refugees?"

"Inadvertently hit."

"This is the seventh time you accidentally smashed the refugee's head. The labor to clean up the body complained to me for a long time."

"Those black coolies are nonsense."

Qin Ming's argument frowned his superior, but he said patiently, "Listen, Qin Ming. We are not killing people for the sake of killing, nor can we deliberately let the enemy die.

Everything we do is to keep ourselves to a minimum. We are not murderers, let alone perverts. The chief of the regiment said that we would rebuild our homes and live normally in the future. "

"I know, I will not kill the enemy in the future." Qin Mingran agreed. His commander only sighed, and didn't know if the child listened to his words.

Zhou Qingfeng landed in Cuba early to occupy Havana, and the first compatriots accepted were collected by Incre. The total number of these people is 15,000. In the following years, the United States and Canada in North America, as well as the countries in the Caribbean and South America, successively rescued more than 10,000 compatriots.

Qin Ming is from Brazil and his father is building a local refinery in Brazil. As a result of the warlord scuffle, his father was forced to refine by the locals. But his father was just a construction engineer, he didn't refine oil at all, and was burned alive.

Qin Ming followed his father to visit Brazil. As a result, he watched the refinery built by his father turn to ashes and watched his father die. He was also regarded as a slave himself until the Aurora Corps made a name for itself in the Caribbean and bought him from the warlord.

Qin Ming couldn't even speak when he was just rescued, and now he's habitually silent. In order to take care of these traumatized children, the adult Chinese in the Legion generally adopt them and take them as their own children.

Qin Ming is very lucky, because his surname is Qin, and he is taken care of by his father, Qin Weidong, who lost his children. The latter is currently the highest-ranking military commander under Zhou Qingfeng, and he regards Qin Ming as his biological son.

"Come back?" At night, Qin Weidong watched his newly recognized son walk into the door and summoned him immediately. Although the four women assigned to the father a year ago had already given birth to children, he still liked the child in front of him who always had a bit of violent gas.

Entrusting Zhou Qingfeng with his wife's blessing, the four women and four babies of the Qin family were a bit noisy ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but also very lively. When Qin Ming first entered the family, he felt the warmth of his family.

Entrusted with Zhou Qingfeng's ruthless policy, he sent all his compatriots to the most difficult front line. After going through the most difficult stages, the oblique care policy was cancelled. If you want to get anything, you have to strive for it, build it, create it, or kill the enemy.

Although this policy caused many complaints and even caused a lot of additional casualties, Zhou Qingfeng did not intend to modify it in the slightest. In the days of suffering, the descendants of Yan and Huang, who are far away in a foreign country, had to erupt a strong sense of competition and cohesion in order to survive.

Steel will only become stronger and tougher, and swords will only become sharper and sharper. It's a dragon or a worm, so you can say nothing to fight for it. If you die unfortunately, it is bad life, but the entire ethnic group will not be bad life, but will only get stronger and stronger.

"Our leader ’s policy is right. Although some people will be eliminated, as long as they live, they are the elite. The number of Han people in the legion is small. It is not so impossible to gain a foothold in this world of weak meat and strong food. Throw it at the youth camp to temper. "

Mr. Qin explained Qin Ming's policies to Qin Ming, and he laughed after saying: "But we will still take care of ourselves, and now there is a chance for you to get more exercise, let you be an adult faster, and take control Greater power. I applied to the head of the army to go to Africa, and I want to take you there. "

Qin Ming nodded subconsciously. He didn't understand the reason, but he knew that his righteous father would not harm himself.

Someone used to talk nonsense ‘A Chinese is a dragon, a group of Chinese is a worm’, oh ... shit!

We use facts to show that a Chinese is a dragon, and a group of Chinese is a dragon!