Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 191: drop package
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The army of the Brotherhood of Iron and Steel is still in the grass-roots stage, and many places are not formal, especially the newly formed cannon ash camp, many facilities and equipment are lacking. For example, there is no perfect logistics system. Not even the simplest meal problem has been solved.
This is also the reason why the Brotherhood of Steel ca n’t wait to bring this team to the battlefield. It has been too long, and this team is afraid that it will collapse.
And for now, soldiers of the Cannon Ash Camp have trouble eating. After the cooks in the cooking class are ready, let each class send someone to pick it up. If someone does something bad, a class may not get their own food.
The Zhou Qingfeng led the team to join the Cannon Ash Camp, and it was a very stressful day. He wanted to unite sixteen people, and this time was really not enough. It can only make everyone feel more confident and familiar with each other so that they can be pulled out anyway, and don't fall behind halfway.
So people in the 'Hugo Class' don't go out all day, they are all nested in tents and don't know what they are doing? In contrast, other cannon fodder classes are really the last madness. They all feel that they will go to the battlefield tomorrow. They should go mad, eat and drink, even if they exhaust all their physical strength. Anyway, tomorrow will probably die , But be a full ghost!
When it was dark and night, the white officers ran out of serious military discipline and demanded that all the soldiers return to the tent without any more noise. Due to lack of electricity and fuel, the entire military barracks were dark. Only a little hazy moonlight passed through the clouds, and the whole world was very cold.
And on this quiet night, the tent of 'Hugo Class' was suddenly opened, Qi Guangrong came out quietly, and walked silently to the back door of 'Puma'. ‘DogMeat’, who was guarding the ‘Puma’, suddenly groaned and emerged from the roof.
Qi Guangrong immediately raised his finger and shushed, "It's me, I'll get something."
The rear door of ‘Puma’ opens and Rohm sticks his head out of it. Looking at the silence in the entire barracks, he held a wooden box and handed it to Qi Guangrong. He told him, "Be careful, don't let anyone discover. We are so easy to attract hatred."
Qi Guangrong nodded, took the wooden box and ran towards the corner of the military camp. Throughout the process, the Zhou Qingfeng and Butcher with night vision were kept in the distance and used radio commanders to avoid the white soldiers on patrol.
The leader of Qi Guangrong, the whole group of "Hugo Class" came out from the tent in a row. Everyone should be as quiet as possible, with no sound at all.
While Qi Guangrong ran to the quartermaster of the Cannon Ash Camp with a wooden box, he knocked on the door of the bungalow. The white officer who was responsible for eating and drinking Lhasa in the whole camp came out. At first, it was Qi Guangrong ’s smiley face, and he waved Let him enter the house.
The logistic officer used a bright light flashlight to pry open the wooden box brought by Qi Guangrong, and inside it was a Spam canned meat that made the soldiers feel daunted. He whispered, "Four to one exchange ratio."
Under the dim light, Qi Guangrong put on a smile like an old peasant. The forty-year-old man already had a deep head-up pattern, looking at honestly, but he raised three fingers and said, "Sir, it's too good to say three to one, four to one is too sincere." /
"Then I refuse the transaction."
"Then we will eat Spam at most."
The two sides stalemate for a while, Qi Guangrong has been smiling constantly, but the logistics officer on the opposite side is uncertain, and finally exchanged three to one.
What to exchange? Naturally, the Spam that can eat the dead can be replaced with normal bread, jam, cream, chocolate, even fresh bacon and canned fruits. In short, during the world's end period, there was no shortage of materials, but only obstacles to production and circulation, which made many people unable to eat or use them.
"We still need some soybeans, mung beans, rice and flour. As long as you can get them, please contact Miss Lena Fox on this communication channel. We will give you the best price." Qi Guangrong has been in the bottom of the society for more than ten years. The transaction is very adaptable.
Looking at the white elites in the past who were doing such inhuman things with themselves, Qi Guangrong even felt a sense of inexplicable joy. The logistic officer on the opposite side can embezzle a lot of supplies originally provided to the soldiers. Anyway, eating a piece of bread is the same as a piece of Spam, and eating canned meat is easier to fill.
When the Zhou Qingfeng entered the military camp while driving the Cougar, in addition to carrying a lot of ammunition in the large compartment, there were also boxes of boxes of Spam. After a busy midnight, all Spam were replaced with more delicious food. Although the number has decreased, at least it will not make people want to go crazy.
Wait for the early morning of the next day, the whole barracks wakes up. Today is the day when the Cannon Ash Battalion is about to go out. More than 2,000 people from the whole camp will carry several tugboats to Queens to try to land on the beach to attack and reduce the pressure of the Brotherhood of Steel in the Broncos District.
Before leaving, there should naturally be a delicious meal to improve morale. But what I received today is a box of cans. It is said that after killing Queens, everyone can only eat cans every day. And as usual, Rohm still has nothing to pick up.
"Spam?" Mark saw a burst of stomach acid when he gave the canned meat to him. Looking at the date above, he was going crazy. "Did you make a mistake? This was actually produced in 1940. Authentic American World War II food! "
Three boxes of Spam a day, Marco received ten boxes at once. That means he will eat this for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next three days.
"Come on, this is a blanket! One per person." The quartermaster again gave all the cannon fodder blankets. He contacted Lena Fox overnight and exchanged these military blankets for decades with extremely low prices.
Because of the excellent exchange ratio, the quartermasters have even been praised by the chiefs. As for the non-white soldiers who are willing to use these old blankets, the white officers do not care.
Marco also received his blanket, which means that if he can live on the beach head of Queens, he can only cover this broken blanket to sleep at night.
"Damn, this is also the surplus supplies of the US Army in World War II. This is the **** who found them from the garbage dump?" The soldiers who received the blankets all complained, and everyone hated these broken blankets.
And Marco ca n’t help it. For him, it's good to eat, drink and live. In fact, he had thought that if he had followed the Zhou Qingfeng's, he would lead the entire chinatown thousands of old and young men to kill Manhattan, New York, I was afraid that the days would be much better than now. At least a few thousand people are united to overcome many difficulties.
But now it ’s useless to say anything!
Sighing, Marco remembered another task of his own, that is, to see Zhou Qingfeng's 'Hugo Class', "The guys should be hungry for a day without eating or drinking. Right? Just let them hand over the armored vehicles, and I will make a contribution in front of the chief, I believe that the future will be better. "(Unfinished.)