Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 769: Rectification Movement II

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"Dad Julio. Yeah! It's him. He did right with me three times before and after, and tried to drive me to the sea three times.

But now Dad is a company commander of the 2nd Guards Battalion, and he is our best commander. Whenever he commands a 152mm jet to appear on the battlefield, his morale must rise and win Expected! I will award him the Baltimore Battle Medal and serve the Medal of Excellence. "

"Zhang Hong, a battlefield rookie half a year ago, almost died in the battle of Mérida. He was wounded, hospitalized, killed, and trained. It is the first generation of military commanders we have trained ourselves.

I appreciate his lack of diesel fuel and his ability to use tanks to train tank tactics. This reminds me of the German armored soldiers before World War II, and also reminds me of PLA land aviation decades ago. They used to train with seemingly ridiculous props in a difficult environment.

This dedication to career is admirable! I will award him Merida Battle Medal, Baltimore Battle Medal, Purple Star Medal, and Service Quality Medal. "

As everyone went on stage to receive the medal, the atmosphere in the entire conference hall became extremely warm. Zhou Qingfeng completely connects the medal with the personal rank treatment, and the person who gets the reward is immediately the noble class in the legion.

No one wants such honors.

Even Federo is a bit tweaked, thinking that he should also get a Haruko battle medal, but he did n’t have his share until the end.

However, after awarding a number of medals, Zhou Qingfeng was cold-spoken, with a dull expression, raised his face with a black face, and shouted towards the large conference hall: "The commendation is over. Our problems and deficiencies.

The current world is world's end, the biggest disaster in human history, and a major change that has never been seen in 10,000 years. We are not only satisfied with being a Cuban ruler, our goal is the whole world, the whole world.

Everyone here is American, some Chinese, some British, some Cuban, and some Mexican. But now we are united and we are the ‘Aurora Legion’ people.

I don't care about your previous identities and origins. I only know that we are now a common group. We must cooperate, we must unite, we must sacrifice some of our own interests, so that the group can get greater benefits.

We have a common goal, that is, to revive humanity; we have an unshakable bottom line, that is, consistency with the outside world; we have a great dream, which is recorded in history.

But only half a year later, some of us have slacked off, some people are satisfied, some people do n’t want to make progress, just want to take advantage of themselves. This kind of people who are comfortable with the status quo, have no ideals, and can even be called cowards, are simply not suitable for staying in important leadership positions. "

As soon as this was said, Federo was stunned for a moment, and his wife Mirta immediately turned pale. All the other people in the entire conference hall shot their eyes in unison, or they moved or disdained or mocked in their expressions, and even the Cuban officers who originally expressed their willingness to follow Federo became embarrassed.

While Zhou Qingfeng's kept talking, he continued to say: "Some people are in a high position and have made a little credit. With such a little merit, and mastering a part of the army, they think they can compete with the Legion and want to bargain with the Legion .

The people in this group are obviously rigid in their thoughts, and they have not tried hard to change. They thought they would work hard and refused to learn. He believes that the position given by the legion is too small, and he is obviously limited in his ability. He also treats the troops he is in charge of as private territory, and the legion cannot intervene.

He turned a blind eye to the future development, he did not care about the interests of the Legion, and even sentiment, engaged in tandem, wanting to threaten the Legion to obtain a higher position, greater power. "

When it comes to this, the fool also understands who this is for. Federo stood up and rubbed loudly: "Victor Hugo, what do you mean?"

Zhou Qingfeng stood on the podium, bowed his head slightly, squinted his eyes and looked down: "Your Excellency Federo, I mean you."

The entire conference hall was quiet, Federo turned red, Mirta was trembling, and a large number of Cuban officers behind them were also uneasy.

"In the legion, individuals must obey the group, otherwise the organization and discipline of the legion will become empty talk, and the policy cannot be implemented. So no one can establish small circles and small organizations. For disobedience, always emphasize personal opinions. Liberalism must be severely punished. "

"Dare you dare?" Federo's angry head is mixed, and the fingers will be scolded. "I am the commander of the Cuban brigade. I also have great prestige in the corps. Allow you to come here. "

But for the clamor of Federo, Zhou Qingfeng completely ignored it. He looked away from him and glanced at the audience. Hundreds of people in the conference hall were sitting in full consternation, and their hearts were uneasy.

As soon as the tiger shows his might, he can shock people with just a few words. At this time, everyone was glad that they were firm and did not follow the waste of Federo.

Even Mirta is sifting bran, whispering in a crying voice: "Federo, sit down, I beg you to sit down quickly. Did you find that the situation is wrong? No one supports you at all. You will put yourself Completely destroyed. "

"For the solemn legionary discipline, I am exempted from the post of Commander of the Cuban Brigade of Federo as the commander of the" Aurora Legion "Corps. He changed his post to the company commander today and ordered him to immediately train the junior infantry commander of the regiment. Report, make arrangements based on their learning status. "

As soon as I heard that Zhou Qingfeng did not kill on the spot, Mirta softened as if it were cramped. She felt like she was passing by the death line, almost finished. And this sentence was issued, and hundreds of people in the field, even those Cuban officers, dropped a stone in their hearts.

Zhou Qingfeng did not engage in major cleansing, which made everyone feel relieved. But others are pleased, but the Federo who lost all is not pleased. He kept saying, ‘No, no, no…, I do n’t accept, I never accept’, and he looked around and behind him.

No one dared to make eye contact with Federo, and even his handful of Cuban officers did not stand up to support him. Those guards who had originally hoped to engage in admonishment would also disappear.

While Federo refused to accept the current situation, Zhou Qingfeng chuckled and yelled behind him, "Marcus, go help Federo."

"Follow your orders, Lord Legion." Heavy footsteps came from the small door of the conference hall, and several extremely tall humanoid monsters came out. This is exactly what the Zhou Qingfeng hired from Baltimore has been stationed in the Mutant Guard of the Grand Abaco Island.

Black iron masks, large and sturdy military uniforms, thick leather gloves, and a full set of combat gear cover up the ugly and terrifying appearance of the Mutant soldiers, but the insidious murderous intentions cannot be covered.

Some people in the conference hall took a breath, some people knew the existence of Mutant, and others only heard rumors. Now, a group of ordinary people with an average height of 1.8 meters suddenly emerged from the bulk of the two-meter-thick man. The kind of thrill can make people scare their urine.

Marcus walked in front of Federo with two men, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, follow me." (To be continued.)