Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 840: Shunchang’s demise

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Wasteland, Havana, Fuxing No. 1 Middle School, cafeteria.

In prayer before meal ...

"Thanks to the commander of Victor Hugo for giving us food to save us from famine and disasters. We are grateful for this and will dedicate all our loyalty to show obedience. Amen!"

Beauty principal Jenny takes the lead in pre-dinner prayers every day, all teachers and students must be respectful, and any non-disruptive elements will be punished. The confinement ranged from light to expulsion.

The short prayer ended, and the entire cafeteria was suddenly full of excitement. Today is the weekly food day. Everyone is looking forward to what will be delicious.

Since Zhou Qingfeng has harvested a lot of dehydrated waste food and aged grain, the farming industry in Havana has begun to expand wildly. Filling your stomach is no longer a requirement of ‘Aurora Legion’, how to eat delicious and satisfying is everyone ’s next goal.

However, it is not enough for the legions to eat well for hundreds of thousands of people, but it is still possible for school students to eat more oil and water every weekend for dinner. But for the prayer before dinner, it is still a bit defamatory.

"Why should we praise the commander of the army? We should thank God for it." Gbegbeni, who likes to complain, expressed his dissatisfaction. "There is no religious freedom here, this is a blasphemy of my faith."

"Gbegbeni, you shut up. If God really exists, it won't cause us suffering." Schultz holds a knife and fork, and his eyes are fixed on the iron door of the canteen. More than a thousand students in the entire cafeteria seemed to be sitting quietly, but they were all tense and fully prepared.

John also angrily scolded: "Gbegbeni, if you make me unable to eat tonight's extra meal, I will never let you go. This is a food that only happens once a week, and my stomach has waited for a whole Week. "

Even the calm Harris whispered in a low voice: "Gbegbeni, you have hurt us several times. Last time you wrote a love letter to the principal of Jenny indiscriminately, even our fellow group was fined for a week. Men's toilet. If you mess up again this time, I must press you into the toilet to eat shit. "

Four little friends from Washington have been living in Havana for a month. This month let them understand a lot of things-at least one thing, don't provoke the authority of the legion.

And just as the three friends stopped Gbegbeni from dying, they also had four students across the table. There are eight people sitting at the round table in the restaurant, and a large bowl of food will be served later, depending on the speed of each person.

However, there will be a trainer staring at the cafeteria, no order is allowed to move, and anyone who dares to be chaotic will be sent to confinement. And a level is a group, even sitting system. Therefore, Harris and others are most worried about the Gbegbeni stinky mouth.

However, after hearing the whispered conversations of Harris and others, another group of four boys at the same table stared at Gbegbeni, and one of them provoked: "Boy, keep talking. For your firm belief, go to the trainer Talking about prayers, we all support you. "

Gbegbeni opened his mouth and seemed to be hesitating. The short-headed John was in a hurry. He knew that his companion was just a habitual complaint, and it was not really to provoke the faith policy enforced by the Legion. This kind of big death has serious consequences.

Schultz looked at the situation incorrectly and quickly shouted, "We are loyal to the patriotic Catholic, we think that Victor Hugo is God. Yes, yes, this is the truth. Whoever dares to deny this will wait for us to be killed." . "

The four boys across the board were suddenly stagnant, but they did n’t have the courage to talk nonsense about the fate of the small life. It would be terrible if they were caught by the braid.

The Gbegbeni, who has been in a daze at this time, said weakly: "I actually want to say that today ’s meal should be braised meat. I have smelled that mouth-watering taste. In Chinese words," that oil Wang Wang, fragrant, smooth and greasy taste is the love of life '. "

Little Harris and others were overjoyed, and the thieves looked at the four boys across from each other with a smile. "You don't eat pork! You have a kind of jump and say this is against your belief! We are happy to see this." A little. "

There are too many people in Havana now, and there are four children who believe in green religion opposite the small Harris. In the face of the provocation of the small Harris and others, a child on the opposite side also whispered: "We are equal and fraternity with the Bishop, we follow the teachings of the caliphate Victor Hugo, you can eat any meat."

Coward ...

Hypocrites ...

Coward ...

The two groups of boys put their own crimes on each other's heads, anyway, it's not good to see each other. Until the iron door of the cafeteria opened, the master chefs of the kitchen walked out with a large bowl of food.

Wow ... There was a noise in the cafeteria. The large bowl full of food had a large washbasin, and inside was the hot braised pork just out of the pan.

In the face of good food, everyone at the same table is an enemy. Everyone starts to calculate which piece of meat is the largest, most fragrant, most fat, and most greedy. Little Harris and others burst into sparks with the opposite pagans.

"Okay, let us thank the head of the Victor Hugo Army for the last time. It is he who allows us to live a stable life in the hardship of world's end." Jenny stood up to do the final ideological education.

Little Harris and others quickly said it in the most sincere tone, even Gbegbeni was extremely attentive. Because after saying this, you can start eating!

"Wow ... this piece of meat is mine."

"Don't grab it, carefully knock the bowl down, no one has to eat it."

"Oh ..., it's so hot, so hot, so delicious, so delicious."

At this time, more than a thousand children threw their beliefs out of Jiuxiaoyun, and they ate them first. The whole scene was a lingering cloud, quickly and decisively. The braised pork in a washbasin is about ten pounds. Within three minutes, even the soup has been licked off, and everyone is still not satisfied.

"Damn, this group of believers in God is faster than we eat."

"I think I can eat this basin all by myself."

"Why is this just finished, but I think I have digested all the meat?"

Students in the cafeteria are never satisfied with eating, and Zhou Qingfeng handles recent matters concerning the Reformation in the office. Since the "rectification movement" was carried out, the cohesion of the legion's ruling class has greatly increased, so he began to deal with civil issues.

Because Havana is diverse in race, language and religion, many people hope that the Legion will allow the existence of multiculturalism. But Zhou Qingfeng vetoed this, "multiple farts, all give me integration, unity is the power!"

A leader, a group, a faith, a world.

As a result, a large number of people protested.

"The seven priests of Judaism protested against the blasphemy of the legion? These people are fed up and let them go to hard labor."

"Lvjia residents want to hold demonstrations and want to respect their customs? Kill them, etc ... These are also labor forces. Women go to cat paw clubs, men go to raise pigs for me, but not Okay to kill again. "

"Buddhists ..., Buddhists also come to trouble me? Oh ..., I hope to hold a seminar on religious harmony according to the law. This is good!"

"A bunch of weak slag, a little more stable, jumped out and rebelled me. Huh ..., I am prosperous, and those who oppose me are dead, I am very sharp."