Rise of the Wasteland

The Brotherhood of the Iron and Steel Brotherhood is still in its infancy, and many places are not regular, especially the newly formed cannon fodder battalion, which lacks many facilities and equipment. ＞ One small ≯ say ≤ ≦ ≤ ≦ For example, there is no perfect logistics system. Even the simplest eating problem is not solved.

This is also the reason why the Brotherhood of Steel can't wait to bring this team to the battlefield. It has been too long, and this team is afraid that it will collapse.

For now, soldiers in the cannon fodder have trouble eating. After the cooks in the cooking class are done, let each class send someone to pick them up. If someone does something bad, a class may not get their own food.

Zhou Qingfeng led the team to join the cannon fodder battalion and had a tense day. He wanted to unite sixteen people, which was really not enough time. It can only make everyone more confident and familiar with each other. Anyway, if they can pull it out, don't leave behind.

So Hugo class people don't go out all day, they are all nested in tents and don't know what they are doing? In contrast, the other cannon fodder classes are really the last madness. They all feel that they will be on the battlefield tomorrow. The mad madness, the right to eat and drink, it does n’t matter if you exhaust all your physical strength, it will probably die tomorrow , But be a dead ghost!

When it was dark and night, the white officer ran out of serious military discipline and asked all soldiers to return to the tent without any more noise. And because of lack of electricity and fuel, the entire barracks was completely dark, except that a little hazy moonlight passed through the clouds, and the whole world was very cold.

On this quiet night, the tent of 'Hugo Ban' was suddenly opened, and Qi Guangrong emerged quietly, walking silently to the back door of 'Puma'. The "dog meat" guarding the "cougar" suddenly snarled and emerged from the roof.

Qi Guangrong immediately raised his finger and shouted, "It's me, I'll get something."

The rear door of 'Puma' opened and Roma leaned out of it. Looking at the silence of the entire barracks, he held a wooden box and handed it to Qi Guangrong, telling him, "Be careful, don't let people show up. It's too easy to attract hatred if we do this."

Qi Guangrong nodded, took the wooden box and ran towards the corner of the barracks. During the whole process, Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher with night vision goggles stayed in the distance, using radio commanders to avoid white soldiers on patrol.

Qi Guangrong took the lead, and the entire Hugo squad sprang out of the tent. Everyone was as quiet as possible, no sound was heard.

And Qi Guangrong ran to the quartermaster of the cannon fodder camp with a wooden box, knocked on the door of the simple room, and the white officer in charge of eating and drinking in the camp came out. When he saw the smiling face of Qi Guangrong, he quickly waved his hand to let He entered the room.

The logistics officer held a bright flashlight and pried open the wooden box brought by Qi Guangrong. Inside it was a can of Spam meat that made the soldiers frightened. He whispered, "Four four to one."

Under the uncertain light, Qi Guangrong put on an old farmer-like smile. The forty-year-old man already had a deep tattoo, looking at the honest bargain, but he put up three fingers, and said, "Sir, it is three to one, and four to one is too insincere."

"Then I refuse to trade."

"Then we will eat Spam."

The two sides were deadlocked for a while, Qi Guangrong kept smiling, but the opposite logistics officer was uncertain, and finally exchanged according to three to one.

What to exchange? Naturally, you can eat the deadly Spam for normal bread, jam, cream, chocolate, and even fresh bacon and canned fruit. In short, there are no shortage of materials in the last days. They are just obstacles to production and circulation, which make it difficult for many people to eat and use.

"We also need some soybeans, mung beans, rice and flour. As long as you can get them, please contact Ms. Lina Fox by this communication channel. We will give you the best price." Qi Guangrong mixed the bottom of the society for more than ten years, right This sneaky deal is very adaptable right now.

Looking at the white elites who had done so well in the past, Qi Guangrong even felt an inexplicable sense of joy. The opposite logistics officer can also embezzle many supplies that were originally given to soldiers. Anyway, eating a piece of bread is the same as a piece of Spam. It's easier to eat canned meat.

When Zhou Qingfeng drove the cougar into the barracks, in addition to carrying a lot of ammunition in the large compartment, there were box after box of Spam. After a little night's busy time, all Spam changed to a more delicious meal. Although the number has decreased, at least it will not make people want to go crazy.

Waiting the next morning, the entire barracks woke up. Today is the day when the cannon fodder battalion is going to go. More than 2,000 people from the whole camp will carry a number of tugboats to Queens and try to grab the beach assault 6 to alleviate the pressure of the Brotherhood of Steel in Broncos.

Before leaving, naturally there should be a delicious meal to boost morale. However, what I brought back today is a box of cans. It is said that after killing Queens, everyone can only eat cans every day. As usual, Roma still had nothing to pick up.

"Sparm?" Marco felt a stomachache when he saw the canned meat that was given to him. Looking at the date above, he was even more crazy. "Is there anything wrong? This was actually produced in 1914, it was authentic. "Food for the US Army during World War II!"

Three boxes of Spam a day, Marco received ten boxes at a time. That is to say, for the next three days, he will eat this for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

"Come, here are the blankets! One for each person." The quartermaster gave all the cannon fodder blankets. He contacted Lina Fox overnight and exchanged these military blankets for decades at a very low price.

Because the exchange ratio is excellent, the UU reading book www.uukanshu.com even received praise from the chief, and the non-white soldiers below were willing to use these old lint-free blankets, and white officers didn't care.

Marco also received his own blanket, which meant that if he could climb ashore on the beach in Queens alive, he would only be able to sleep on the broken blanket at night.

"Hell, this is also the remaining supplies of the US military in World War II. Is this the **** finding them out of the garbage dump?" The soldiers who received the blanket complained, and everyone hated these broken blankets.

Marco couldn't help it. For him, it is good to have food and drink now. In fact, he had thought that if he obeyed Zhou Qingfeng at the beginning, he would lead thousands of old and young men in the entire Chinese Street to kill Manhattan, New York. I am afraid that life will be much better than now. At least a few thousand people can unite as one and overcome many difficulties.

But it's useless to say anything now!

Sighing, Marco remembered another task of his own, which was to see Zhou Qingfeng's "Hugo Class", "The guys should be hungry for a day, didn't eat or drink, it's time to recognize the situation. As long as I let them hand over the armored vehicle, I will make a contribution in front of the sergeant, and I believe that the future will be better. "(To be continued.)