I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1422: Slave uprising

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In the port area next to the Panama Canal, a train of trucks parked next to rusty barbed wire.

Under the guns of several USN soldiers, scavengers wearing orange-yellow prison uniforms carried large and small plastic bags and lined up next to the truck. After the weighing was completed, the bundles of garbage were thrown into the truck, and their task today was considered completed.

Before the outbreak of the World War in 2171, the Panama Canal served as a shipping hub for the entire America, and the cargo throughput of the estuary port area was many times higher than other ports. Piles of containers are stacked here, from the most basic iron and aluminum ore to high-end large-scale electronic equipment, as long as you are willing to spend time to find it, you can find it here.

In the second year after the peace treaty was signed, Panama was designated as a special zone by NATO. At that time, the captain of the USS Obama was ordered by the NATO authorities to transfer a group of survivors from Washington, New York, Boston and other places. This was the predecessor of the American Renaissance Organization.

When the colonial ship set sail and the world government announced its dissolution, the officers of the USS carrier battle group decided to restore the United States of America. All the ships in the Panama Special Administrative Region were called up, and everyone was transferred to the fleet. And this port full of containers has become their material supply base.

Of course, these Americans cannot pick up garbage by themselves.

Since they are holding high the banner of reviving the United States, those survivors of Central and South American origin are their natural labor force. It ’s better now, since Congress issued a war order against NAC, the 3,000 Chinese colonists captured from the outpost town, and more than 30,000 West Coast Aboriginals, directly expanded their workforce at the Panama base by a factor of ten. .

In order to manage the surplus labor, they even sent half a brigade here, and promised to the North American prisoners that if they were obedient enough, they would have the opportunity to redeem themselves and become a glorious supervisor.

After the tow box was full, the truck drove on the highway and headed towards the base ten kilometers away.

The slaves who had previously entered the port area were rushed to the side to be examined by radioactive doses and viruses by soldiers wearing chemical protective clothing. After confirming that there is no problem, these slaves will be given a nutrient mixture. As for how many things are contained in the nutritional mixture, it all depends on the mood of these Americans.

The rifle hung on her chest, wearing a desert-colored camouflage exoskeleton Herbert, while looking at the statistics book in his hand, he could not help but stunned.

"Seventeen tons ... Schette, these yellow-skinned monkeys looked a little skinny and worked quite well."

"Why didn't the parliament gangsters get started early," Jeff standing next to him grinned and scolded, "What's special, I knew they were so capable, we can go to the other side of the Pacific Ocean After catching some slaves, I heard that they are crowded. "

"Haha, you can go and apply to Congress." Herbert quipped.

"Wait for Lao Tzu's rank as a captain ... what's that." Only halfway through the words, Jeff suddenly stopped and looked towards the sky.

Beyond the canal estuary, where the sea and the sky meet, a black spot suddenly appears in their sight.

Squinting, Jeff took two steps forward and wanted to see clearly. Herbert, who was standing next to him, also noticed the situation in the distance, frowning and touching his chest, ready to take out the telescope and take a look. Only then did he realize that he did not carry the telescope on his body when he was on his mission.

"Old Wu, do you say that Marshal Marshall will come to us?" He lifted his clothes and wiped the sweat from his face, Yu Buwei's eyebrows squeezed a trace of sadness.

Americans are giving fewer and fewer nutritional mixtures. From the beginning they were barely able to get full, and now they are barely half full. In the afternoon, there are still 500 kilograms of tasks to be completed. If he goes on like this, he does not know how long he can live.

"Is it still necessary to ask?" The man named Lao Wu answered in a puzzled way, looking at the several USN soldiers standing on the open ground, his eyes gleaming with hatred, and at the same time a flash of stubbornness 'S pride, "When did the Marshal eat the losses of outsiders? Not to mention these white-skinned ghosts."

Putting the empty tube of Nutritional Mixture on the ground is like holding a dagger and holding it tightly. Wang Fucheng sitting next to him does not know what he is thinking. Unlike these ordinary colonists, he was a soldier in the colony.

If it was n’t for the bullet that had penetrated the exoskeleton stuck in his ribs, he would have died in Outpost. Now I can retrieve a life because of good luck.

He never wanted to avenge his dead comrades, and took the Panamanian Chinese survivors to raise the pole, but the equipment of this group of Yankees is too powerful. Last time someone took the lead in the concentration camp and the incident has not started , Was killed by the patrol drone.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that there was a black dot floating faintly in the sky.

Brows were slightly frowned, and when he wanted to look more closely, his pupils suddenly dilated, and there was a trace of ecstasy.

A name suddenly appeared in his mind.

The expeditionary force of NAC!

The black dot is getting closer, but for the people in the port area, it is still far away, looking blurry.

The slaves sitting at the corner biting the nutrient mixture began to perceive the sky, and they stretched their necks and pointed in the direction of the sea level. I wanted to stand up, but because of the muzzle on my side, I finally gave up.

"Shet, what the **** is going on!" Jeff said cursingly, turning anxiously, looking at Herbert, "We must report the situation to the base."

"Calm down, my friend," Herbert tried to appease him as much as possible. "If something really happened, the people on the base must have known it. Don't forget, Radar can be compared with our eyes Much farther! "

"That's what it says ... the one over there, what are you doing!"

Without any warning, the Chinese slave who had squatted on the ground suddenly burst out.

While the USN soldier next to him was attracted by the dark shadows in the sky, Wang Fucheng hooked his neck with one hand, and touched the dagger on his shoulder with one hand, toward the neckline Tie it hard.

"Kaka-!"

The blood from the blowout drowned the wail, and Wang Fucheng successfully captured the rifle in his hand.

Seeing the death of his comrade-in-arms, Jeff said nothing, picked up the rifle hung in front of his chest, and faced the suddenly rebellious slave with a bullet. Instead of hitting Wang Fucheng, he killed and wounded the slave squatting next to him.

Seeing the murder, the slaves squatting on the ground were in a mess, some stood up and turned around and ran, and others dared to **** the weapons in the hands of the soldiers. This is not just Chinese survivors, but also South Americans.

Flashing behind the bunker, Wang Fu fired a few shots at the USN soldiers. When the scene was messed up, he opened his voice and roared to the slaves in that non-standard English.

"Chinese brothers! Comrades in South America! All those who are enslaved! NAC's expeditionary force is there, and within half an hour, the dross will be crushed to the bottom of our feet by our power armor! Before saving, at least stand up and let our marshals see that we still have the courage to be saved! "