Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 562: Magpie’s nest dove accounts

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Without fuel, the three C-130 transport planes carried more than 40 action teams and a dozen light combat vehicles. The accompanying living supplies were only two or three tons. However, thanks to the Zhou Qingfeng toss in Mexico, the fuel supply at Lena Fox is not so tight, and we can continue to provide air transportation to Zhou Qingfeng when necessary.

Zhou Qingfeng has made up his mind to take this human settlement as his own, so after dawn, he launched his men to chat with someone in the stronghold. Just send a cigarette, an energy bar or something, and you can immediately harvest a lot of more in-depth information. The reality of brutal is also in front of the action team.

There were more than two thousand people at the Numagit Outpost when it was established, but since the mutation lifeforms expanded outwards, half of the population fled. The remaining 1,000 people lost more than half in the nuclear winter, which has lasted for four months. Now these 500 people are completely lingering, and it is difficult to protect themselves.

"Huffman can only brag, he can't help you. But he is armed with nearly two hundred people and controls the warehouse of the stronghold, so we all have to listen to him."

"There is a 'Zombie' sniper active near the stronghold. It is said that the monster can control its body temperature when it is lurking, and it can't be seen by night vision. We originally had sentries on the fence, since we died a few times After personal, no one dares to go up now. "

"We are actually waiting for death, everyone is waiting for death, and everyone does not know why they are still alive? No one can see hope. We have been abandoned by God."

Every narrator is either numb or crying, as is the case with a thin woman wrapped in a dirty blanket in the Zhou Qingfeng's command tent. From her messy hair and deep eye sockets, it is no exaggeration to say that she is a refugee.

The instant noodles were boiled in the portable boiler, because a lot of water was added and they were cooked into liquid food, but the aroma was very good. The thin woman looked at the direction of the boiler and licked her lips while talking. If she were not afraid of Zhou Qingfeng and others, she was afraid that she would have passed.

Katrina packed a big bowl, let it cool a little and passed it. The thin woman was suddenly stunned, and her eyes flickered and asked, "Give me? I can't afford any compensation. I ... I'm just a *** or a worthless ********** What did you do before? "Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Before?" The emaciated woman froze for a moment, thinking as if traveling through time and space. His numb and rigid mind recalled a completely different picture from the present. "I'm already a high school teacher, teaching mathematics. If you don't ask, I will forget this."

What a waste of human resources!

‘Aurora Legion’ has always suffered and lacked high-quality talents, but here is a high school teacher who is struggling to survive. Zhou Qingfeng leaned his head and ordered to the Rohm around him: "Go to count the people in the stronghold and record the valuable people. The next time the transport plane comes, take it away."

"Yes, sir." Rohm led away.

The thin woman is taking a large bowl filled with noodle soup from Katrina. She keenly heard the order from Zhou Qingfeng and quickly said, "Will you take us away? Where will we take us?"

"Give you a job and let you continue to teach mathematics as a teacher." Zhou Qingfeng Wen Yan said: "You can drink noodle soup now, we will find you a doctor later. All you have to do is stay alive, There will be hope in life. "

"Really? Is this true? Is it still possible for me to start my life again?" The thin woman can't hold the bowl in her hands, and the tear glands that have dried up come out again. In the steaming noodle soup. "Did I finally wait until the day I was rescued?"

Washing women is just a microcosm of world's end ’s countless tragic lives. Many people have not been able to support the moment of hope, and everyone who can survive is precious.

Just as Zhou Qingfeng set about taking control of the stronghold and expanding his strength, the people in the stronghold were also plotting him. Last night, Hoffman was drunk and confused, but now his eyes were savvy and fierce.

"Have you figured out the equipment and number of this group?"

"I don't care what their origins are, I only know to swallow them so that we can get through the difficulties ahead."

"Originally, I wanted this group to fight against the mutant lifeforms first, but they were not fooled, so we had to do it ourselves."

In Hoffman ’s private room, five or six cronies are reporting back to him. Someone asked: "boss, these guys are just afraid to deal with them, they have too much firepower. We are not enough to rush up! Yesterday, they should not let them in, at most half."

"Half of it? Get half of it and get the other half ready to fight in. Can you carry it?" Huffman slapped his talking hands down and said fiercely: "I'll ask this guy later The leader of the group came to talk, and then they immediately took down their hands.

At the same time, you encourage the people in the stronghold to siege together and tell the dead ghosts to rush forward if you want to live. There are at most fifty of them. As long as the timing of the attack is grasped, it can't be stopped anyway.

As long as we kill this group of people, our strength will increase dramatically and we will be able to stay in this **** world for a long time. "

Hoffman made a vicious decision, and when he took a risk and wanted to make a big one, suddenly a celebrity ran in from outside and shouted anxiously: "Hoffman boss, that guy is pulling our stronghold Gang of dead ghosts. "

"Rolling? They are not stupid. But what can they pull?" This situation made Hoffman a little unexpected. In his view, the strongholds of his own base were useless as cannon fodder. Roping them purely Waste materials.

"Smoke, sugar, and even food." The cronies who came to the police felt strange, "The guys are very generous, I don't think they brought much supplies themselves, but they brought out a lot of things to recruit people. . "

Food? Wrap up a bunch of waste cannon fodder with precious food?

"Are the guys crazy?" Hoffman felt that this was completely unreasonable. He often attracted people to make empty promises, but never gave actual benefits on the spot. "Fuck, can't let them do this? This is my stronghold, my place, and those dead ghosts are also my people."

Hoffman is out of anger. He really did n’t expect that the group who came yesterday had the intention of pumping his old man. He himself relied on the materials in his hands to control the entire stronghold. Now that a bigger one is coming, how can one bear it?

"Mobilize everyone in the stronghold and surround the camp of the guys. You must stop the guys from continuing to do this." Huffman, who couldn't help himself, immediately began to act. To be honest, he was a little panicked-this Where is the fat sheep tricked into the stronghold? Clearly a hungry wolf in the sheepfold!

And when Huffman took the team to the temporary camp of the Zhou Qingfeng action team, he immediately found that the situation was worse than he thought. There are several long queues that extend for dozens of meters, and the team is full of people in the stronghold.

As soon as I asked, I learned that the group who came in yesterday was engaged in charitable activities, and everyone in the stronghold could get a bowl of food for free.

Charity your sister!

Hoffman can jump three feet tall. He has just planned how to deal with this inexplicable group of people, but the results are faster. The most terrible thing is that Huffman found that many of the people who lined up to receive food were his people.

Fuck, the real advantage of digging walls and feet! (To be continued.)