Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1082: Helpless

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"100,000 tons, exactly 100,000 tons. There are still people who can be so bold." Xiang Ming held a rough bark paper and his fingers were shaking.

The list of aid materials sent by Wen Tianyu via radio is written on the paper with a charcoal pen. For every grain, every dose of medicine, every particle bomb is extremely precious world's end, every word on the list allows People are ecstatic.

As a Chinese force in Angola, a group with more than 600,000 people in its heyday must have a management agency. Xiang Ming is the chairman of this agency committee.

Xiang Ming was originally the manager of the Chinese aid project in Angola, and he has the excellent organizational skills to deal with the chaos of the catastrophe.

After the catastrophe of the cataclysm, the elite may not be able to survive, but all who have survived have become elites. After confirming that his entire team is expected to be rescued, Xiang Ming immediately ordered the whole base to be mobilized to improve the activity ability of all personnel.

The first command to mobilize is to eat! Take out the food that has been kept in the past and eat a few meals to restore physical strength. Nothing can be done without physical strength!

This command is very popular. In the middle of the night, countless people took advantage of Xingtou to start cooking fire vegetable porridge-yes, the only thing in the entire base at present is the little food and fast-growing vegetables grown in the field. Oil and salt have long disappeared.

Even if it ’s such a shabby food, it ’s inexplicable to eat a few bowls open. This hot scene not only made the Chinese in the base as happy as the New Year, but also made many non-Chinese feel inexplicable.

There are many foreigners doing business and building in Angola. Hundreds of thousands of Chinese are desperate to run away during the catastrophe. It is inevitable that they will be mixed with the population of many other countries.

Saito is a Japanese man who is entrapped. Because there are black people as common enemies, and because of his good ability, everyone can overcome the difficulties with the enemy. But now he expressed great surprise at the Chinese people's sudden madness, "You guys, what's wrong with you?"

Saito saw that the Chinese were demolishing the house and demolished large blocks of houses with fanaticism. If he did n’t look at the well-organized Chinese people, he thought they were committing suicide collectively.

In world's end, a place that can shelter from the wind and rain, can be used to heat a fire, and can rest and rest is very important. In order to provide shelter for everyone, the people who fled were struggling and paid a great price.

And now there are at least thousands of wasting Chinese people who tear down their homes in peace and laughter. This crazy scene is hard to understand. Saito stumbled into the fanatical crowd and asked aloud what happened?

"Someone has come to rescue us. The first supplies have arrived in Luanda Port. A few hours later, an airship will bring the supplies and we must build a landing site." The torches of the night shone, and some people Answered Saito's question.

"Saved? Is it the United Nations rescue agency?" Saito was also excited when he heard the word "saved". He instantly understood the madness of the Chinese in front of him-he had suppressed life for more than a year under the threat of death. A little hope is enough to make people wanton vent.

"No, the UN is over. There is a fearless guy who crosses the Atlantic to rescue us." Someone replied.

"Crossing the Atlantic? Great! It must be the United States. Sure enough, only the US government is the backbone of this broken world." Saito is even more happy, he even helped to transport various pieces of dismantled wood, giving a happy mood His infinite strength.

But his conjecture was splashed with cold water. "No, we are Chinese. We have a guy who serves as the chief of the Aurora Legion army. He came to rescue us. He said that there were 100,000 tons of food. Let us go to eat and drink, this news makes everyone in the base shouting. "

"Ah ... not an American?" Saito's heart suddenly became cold. This is far from his expectations.

"Mr. Saito, let the chairman let you maintain the communication system of the whole base. We need to broadcast it to all." Someone found Saito in the dark and dragged him to the base headquarters.

Saito is a communications engineer. His ability is to take care of various patchwork radio systems to ensure communication between hundreds of thousands of people. It is precisely because the people who can do this job are few and important, he is even given preferential treatment within the group.

At this moment, the headquarters is very lively. Everyone has a smile on their face, and every contact can make people laugh. Saito can understand Chinese without hindrance. While taking care of several different types of radio stations, he feels the substantive joy and joy of the scene as a bystander.

Are you happy? Saito is also very happy. After all, these Chinese people are still very inclusive and have always been good to him. And with his ability, he should not be excluded in the future. After being happy, he had a deep weakness and fear.

Saito was originally sent by a Japanese company to sell satellite communication equipment in Africa. However, this market has not been Japan ’s strength for a long time.

Saito has been shocked by China ’s development in Africa before. People from other countries come to Africa and seldom go to the bottom to make money. However, Chinese people can travel to every corner of Africa by virtue of their strong national power and their own hard work.

The Chinese are willing to personally develop land in Africa to develop agriculture. The Chinese will transport building materials and workers to build infrastructures not far away, and the Chinese will make every effort to sell small commodities with low profits. While other countries invest at most, no one has ever done such hard work.

Actually, Saito had originally predicted that the recovery of the Chinese group in Africa would be faster than any other ethnic group. Black people are too bad, white people are too greedy, and only the Chinese are willing to work hard. As long as they have survived the most difficult beginning, they will be better able to adapt to the world of world's end than anyone else.

Now that some people are providing assistance, the Chinese are recovering far faster. As long as you think about the current sharp reduction in Africa ’s population, once the Chinese have a firm foothold, no one can stop them.

A great fear came to Saito's mind-I am afraid there will be only one China in this world in the future.

"Saito mulberry, your supper." A man approached, holding a bowl of thick vegetable porridge in his hand.

"Park Sang, thank you very much." Saito knew the people who sent the supper, and he belonged to the handful of minority, South Korea people. It is said that the friendship between Japan and South Korea depends on China, and these two brothers and brothers come together naturally. "Vegetable porridge tastes good tonight, even more salt is added."

Listening to Saito ’s praise for vegetable porridge, the South Korea who surnamed Park whispered in frustration: "The Chinese here are going to be saved. Saito Sang, what do you think we should do in the future?"

"Me? I will continue to survive in the team." Saito's first habit of obedience is to follow the collective life, "I have seen more life and death, and my heart has already obeyed the destiny."

"Really?" The South Korea people were disappointed with this answer. "Is there really no other way out?"

"Our own country is definitely not to be expected, and the Americans are also finished." Saito only replied with a wry smile, "No one can stop a strong nation from rising. It seems that we will all follow in the future The Chinese are mixed up. "