Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 186: Recruit fellow countrymen

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Zhou Qingfeng used his own experience to personally verify a sentence he said himself: the longer world's end lasts, the deeper the disaster, the more suffering human life will have. There is now a big problem in front of him. Compared with foods such as agricultural products, the shortage of industrial products is more serious. The most obvious thing is that everyone can no longer find cheap and convenient fuel.

On Staten Island, a lot of people are already cutting down trees, dismantling abandoned houses and even various furniture. Zhou Qingfeng saw that someone had cut a valuable and expensive carpet and made a meal for the fire.

Fortunately, many American cottages are made of wood, which can be burned for a while. But vehicles and speedboats have no way to burn wood, and without petrol and diesel, they can only lie down.

Zhou Qingfeng originally expected to get some diesel from the two ferries left by Fernando, but the reality is that the fuel tank on the ferry was almost empty, and at most let him drive the yacht to run two or three rounds, and then still have to catch blind.

Another security issue is even more urgent. No one can guarantee that Skull and Bones Society will not make another sneak attack. Zhou Qingfeng's men in the last forty-odd people really can't lose any more. If they lose any more, maybe he will be on his guard, washing and cooking, and doing all kinds of chores that day, so don't really want to escape New York.

"Okay, I'll join the Brotherhood of Steel Brotherhood." In order to be able to travel to Queens again, and to settle family members and internal members such as Lena and Angie, Zhou Qingfeng and Butcher can only replace the Brotherhood of Steel more deeply. Selling your life, not just being an mercenary.

The Brotherhood of Iron and Steel has recently been forced to frustrate. This white supremacy organization has suffered a lot in the battle with Skull and Bones Society. They found that it was not worth it for the distinguished white people to die on the battlefield. They had to find some cannon fodder to fill the battlefield. To this end, they opened up the scope of recruitment.

When Zhou Qingfeng and Butcher went to the recruitment site of the Brotherhood of Steel, they found that it was already crowded. In order to seek food and drink, a large number of thin-skinned people are willing to kill their lives, and many women even cut their long hair, smear their faces, and try to mix in.

Looking at the crowded heads outside the recruiting points, Butcher whispered: "Maybe we should also recruit some people, and now these people will always run around without moving."

The food reserves previously searched by Zhou Qingfeng and Lena are still relatively rich, especially after the large quantities of materials under the police headquarters in Manhattan are shipped out, it is even more worry-free to eat. Tens of millions of boxes of canned food are enough to feed a large number of people.

"It's no problem to recruit a small number of people. But if there are more, the Brotherhood of Steel will destroy us as soon as possible." Zhou Qingfeng said.

Although the Brotherhood of Steel is to recruit cannon fodder, it is not to recruit a bunch of cannon fodder for white meals. There are also standards for personnel requirements. Many people are unable to meet the standards because of their poor health. Zhou Qingfeng squeezed in a crowd of rejected people, suddenly felt someone came to grab his arm, he immediately earned, followed by a gun.

The man who grabbed his arm fell to the ground. Zhou Qingfeng took a closer look and said in surprise: "Uncle Zheng, have you also run to Staten Island?"

Looking behind Uncle Zheng, all the chinatowns who were the neighbors with Zhou Qingfeng. Compared with when they died in Chinatown and did not leave, they are now even more dispirited. Their clothes are messy, and their faces are dish-shaped. They look just like Hanako.

Uncle Zheng fell to the ground and could n’t stand for a long time. He seemed hungry. He reached out to Zhou Qingfeng and cried, "Xiao Zhou, help us, please be for the sake of our compatriots, help us. This time we all listen to you, even if you let us die, half will die. Yes, as long as you can live the other half. "

Half died, half lived. This was the idea that Zhou Qingfeng first met with the chinatown group. It was just that everyone was cherishing their lives at the time, and nobody wanted to die. Now the situation is getting worse and worse, only everyone will die.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the Chinese people in front of them, and the number was at most one hundred, which is already miserable. He lifted Uncle Zheng up and asked, "You have so few people left?"

There were thousands of people who were trapped in chinatown. This group of guys discussed all day and night, and had not discussed a fart for more than half a month. Zhou Qingfeng doesn't want to help this idiot.

Speaking of others, Uncle Zheng could n’t help crying, “The Brotherhood of Steel landed in Manhattan, confiscated all of our property, and drove us out. This time, everyone was displaced, even a family No more.

There are only five or six hundred people left in our team. Every day, there are people starving to death. The remaining young and old can only come out as soldiers. Even if they die, they can get some food for the family. People who can recruit troops say that we do not meet the requirements of the source of troops, do not want us. "

Uncle Zheng burst into tears, and the more than 100 people behind him also shed tears. Zhou Qingfeng saw all kinds of misery, sighed at most, and said: "Change me to the Brotherhood of Steel, and don't want your gang to just cry and cry."

Uncle Zheng immediately wiped his tears and took the Zhou Qingfeng's hand and said: "Xiao Zhou, please be kind. Help me, I know you definitely have a way."

The Zhou Qingfeng looked black and smeared, and his body was dirty with all kinds of dust and mud, but his sturdy spirit showed that he was at least worry-free. Uncle Zheng these people have nowhere to go, seeing Zhou Qingfeng can only come up and haunt him.

Sighed again, Zhou Qingfeng turned his head to look at Butcher behind him, wanting to solicit the other party's opinion. Butcher, who has always been cold, said indifferently: "We only accept people with professional skills, others do not."

Zhou Qingfeng looked back again and said to Uncle Zheng: "We give priority to medical staff."

Uncle Zheng hasn't spoken yet, and someone behind him shouted loudly, "I, I am a doctor."

A middle-aged man with glasses hurriedly squeezed over, but Zhou Qingfeng frowned and said, "If you are really a doctor, the Brothers of Steel will not want you. They are extremely lacking in doctors, so they don't care if you are white. Don't tell me, you are a veterinarian. "

“I ’m a Chinese medicine doctor. I ’m good at bruises and sprains and acupuncture treatments. It ’s okay to prepare herbs. But the white doctor from the Iron Brotherhood Medical Department said I was witchcraft, and they did n’t recognize me as a doctor.” The middle-aged man with glasses was very frustrated and thought he would also be rejected.

Okay, Chinese medicine is also good, Zhou Qingfeng nodded. As a result, several people came from Uncle Zheng's team, all of them Chinese medicine.

"We still need a few cooks." Zhou Qingfeng is almost tortured to death by garbage western food. Butcher was originally the executive chef of a top Manhattan restaurant, but he couldn't make any good food with ordinary ingredients. Chinese food is good at making good things with the most common ingredients.

In world's end, a good meal can greatly improve morale. So Zhou Qingfeng recruited several Chinese chefs.

"Are there any people who know how to repair cars, repair electrical appliances, and repair motors? We want people with strong hands-on skills."

"Are there any people who know how to grow vegetables and raise pigs? The talents of the Chinese nation!"

"Are there any people who understand radio?"

"Anyone who understands various housework activities, is there? For example, repairing clothes, regardless of men and women, even children."

After all, it ’s for the sake of fellow countrymen. As long as they can obey orders and follow commands, Zhou Qingfeng feels he can still help.

However, even if the conditions were relaxed to the limit, only one hundred people were recruited from Uncle Zheng's team. This is a lot of money for the remaining Chinese team, but many of the remaining people really don't know anything, and they are all like the uncle.

Even if I have lived in the United States for a long time, the yellow-skinned Chinese do not even speak Chinese, but also put on a white mindset to put forward various requirements for Zhou Qingfeng. For these people, Zhou Qingfeng has only one sentence: "Go to death, go to **** to mention your human rights."

Zhou Qingfeng finally asked: "Have you ever been a soldier? You can play guns too."

This time, three or five people came out, but all of them were thin enough to choke.

"Isn't there a guy named Marco before? I remember he was a soldier." Zhou Qingfeng didn't see the spike.

Uncle Zheng has become a member of Zhou Qingfeng's because he can grow vegetables. He whispered: "Marco has joined the Brotherhood of Steel. He is the only one of us to join." (To be continued.)