Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 653: My life is my fate!
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With a bang, the 152mm assault gun roared. But in the dust, it was not a battlefield where battles were raging, but a solemn ceremony to say goodbye to the body.
One hundred and fifty body bags side by side on a simple piece of turf. Each body bag contains a complete or broken body.
These are the victims of this Baltimore operation. Including the first 50-person squad that followed Zhou Qingfeng, one battalion and one battalion that followed, and a second battalion that was temporarily formed.
Zhou Qingfeng took the lead and walked slowly through each collection bag with two company survivors. Some of these bags have ugly dog tags, and they still know who the last name is, but many people have n’t even left their names, or they ca n’t even find their bodies.
“I ’m honored to be your commander, and I ’m honored to lead you to fight on the battlefield. Today some companions have left us forever, but I hope that those who are alive will not be too sad and restore the responsibility of human civilization. We still need to continue to work hard for it. "
Zhou Qingfeng gave a short speech in a low voice. The rumble of gunfire is the background sound of his speech. Although the ceremony was simple, there were still many men and women who wept bitterly. Although everyone has seen more deaths, the sacrifice of the same robe is equally sad.
As the descendants of Zhou Qingfeng, the Chinese-dominated battalion lost six tanks this time and killed more than 20 people. This was the first serious battle since the team was established six months ago, and it was also the first time it was hit hard. However, under the temper of war, this team was more condensed and more united.
Hundreds of people died, and the second battalion of the combatants was almost changed. The whole company played a **** up and down, Zhou Qingfeng just expanded this team again into a battalion. After returning to Havana to replenish equipment, you can use it as a heir.
At this point, this Baltimore Raiders is completely over. Various materials at the port are slowly being transferred. More than a dozen large ships, including the nuclear submarine George Ya, slowly left Hong Kong and slowly embarked on their way to Havana.
Granit Refuge finally accepted the opinion of Zhou Qingfeng's, trying to get along with Mutant in the city, and at the same time implementing a plan to search for food and materials in the metropolitan area. In order to reward them, Zhou Qingfeng left a large number of arms and materials to be sent out, because it is more expensive to transport these materials back.
While in Washington, DC near Baltimore, there are countless nuclear bombs in this metropolitan area, but Zhou Qingfeng feels that it will be rewarding to search for one or two seriously. With care, let alone 50,000 tons, 500,000, and 5 million tons.
Zhou Qingfeng will drop 50,000 tons of food for the Mutant here, ‘Zombie’ and human beings will survive. Later, when he leaves, he will continue to ship with a large freighter. Now it's time to grab the time and grab the best possible benefits before the Steel Brotherhood completes the New York Raiders.
"My God, it looks cool here. I like the feeling that the cannons are rumbling but extremely solemn. If I die that day, trouble will prepare me for this funeral." Xiao Erqi Mai Lang Also at the ceremony site, but this guy's thinking has always been singular.
Zhou Qingfeng ’s opportunity to open the space-time door is extremely valuable, and this time in order to continue the work of the cruise laboratory, he opened the space-time door for three seconds and drove a high-speed heavy truck to bring more than 200 tons of experiments. Supplies.
A formal laboratory requires not only sophisticated equipment and researchers, but also a lot of consumables. For example, there are a large number of ‘radiation biochemical laboratories’ under Zhou Qingfeng. Every day, light latex gloves cost about two or three thousand dollars. Not to mention other things. The more sophisticated the experiment, the more expensive it is to die.
Myland ’s previous experiments and production relied on Colonel Peano to search the city, but now it relies on Zhou Qingfeng to maintain it. More than two hundred tons looks quite a lot, but it doesn't take long at all, it can only be barely maintained. The biggest headache is that some high-quality consumables do not meet the standards of 2030, and further processing is required by Mai Long and those ‘Zombie’ scholars.
"Well, this is the" Jet "you want, a total of thirty kilograms, about 600,000 grains. And your NTZ-49, I designed three modular versions, which need to be tested in vivo. The version is the most suitable. "Mai Long brought everything Zhou Qingfeng needed.
‘Jet’ is packed in a cloth bag, and three versions of NTZ-49 are packed in three small medicine bottles. After accepting Zhou Qingfeng, he asked: "Mailang, you will go to Grand Abaco Island next. I have ordered a biochemical experiment park there. I hope you will continue to study the NTZ project."
"It does n’t matter, I know that a genius like me is only suitable for staying in the laboratory. But I want to remind you that Professor Alonzo ’s NTZ project is difficult to get the perfect 50 stage. You may not wait The day this project is completed. "
Mai Lang ’s crow mouth likes to talk indiscriminately. Zhou Qingfeng frowned at the words and asked, "What do you mean?"
"When NTZ-49 is going well, I am also very interested in this medicine, it can strengthen the body and strengthen the brain, which is great, right? But I am worried that this medicine will harm the body for a long time. . So I asked you to get some blood for testing, the results show that your body strengthening is not free, you are chronically poisoned. "
Mai Lang said halfway, shrugging and laughing, "You can live another four years at most, but NTZ-50 may not be completed in about four years. Without other measures, you still can't escape the fate of brain atrophy.
In contrast, my ‘Jet’ is a safe, effective and long-term medicine, so I am a genius, and you are not! "
Fuck!
Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but scolded, he stared at Mai Lang, who was staring at the hippie with a smile, and finally said half self-deprecatingly and half frankly: "Four years, right? It doesn't matter, my current life is dry God Here.
If I can change my destiny once, I can change my second or third time. Who the **** * don't want me to admit my fate. This world is nothing more than fighting hard enough, and I have always been the hardest one, and I will certainly find a way to survive.
By the way, since this question has been raised, it should be regarded as the number one research direction of the Great Abaco Island Biochemical Laboratory. Whether it is a genius or not, if you do n’t find a solution before my death, Mai Lang, you will be buried with me. "
The voice fell, and Zhou Qingfeng led the team away, walking dashing. Originally wanting to see Zhou Qingfeng's panic-stricken Xiao Er, he was stunned. "This guy doesn't take this situation seriously, and then wants me to be buried? Why should this person decide my life or death?"
The 'Zombie' scholars in the cruise laboratory slowly came up, and some people said in a voice: "Because he is Victor Hugo, the head of the legion, and our current leader. You have no other way to go except obedience."
Wait a few steps away, Zhou Qingfeng clenched his fists, gazing firmly at the infinitely gray sky, and secretly said in his heart: I can't help it! (To be continued.)