Qin Ming sat on a stone, with a decomposed k47 assault rifle placed on the low table in front of him. The old rifle was divided into several large parts. He had already maintained it with the gun fluid in the attachment box, and is now assembling it with his eyes and bare hands.

The hands were moving quickly, the crisp combination of parts, the guardrail, the bolt, the retractable spring, the receiver cover, the magazine, and the entire rifle was assembled in more than a minute. After pulling the bolt, there was a clicking sound, and the metal impact represented the romance of a man.

Qin Ming repeatedly decomposed and assembled it to pass the time. He was very young, about seventeen or eighteen years old, average figure, wearing a Cuban People's Army beret on his short hair, and there were many deep scars on his face, which was shocking.

While fiddling with the weapon seriously, Qin Ming's intercom was sent to the walkie-talkie: "Please be careful about the rest and rest personnel in Area K. An armed refugee broke into your guard area and searched immediately. If found, you can shoot it to death."

Hearing the call, Qin Ming immediately replied: "Qin Ming received it, act immediately."

There were constant replies on the walkie-talkie, but Qin Ming did not react quickly. The young man loaded a live magazine on the rifle and began to search in the area he was responsible for.

Area K is a deserted residential area outside Havana. The ground here has already buds of green grass, but under the sun, it is a ruin. It is usually difficult for refugees outside the city to enter here, but everything is unexpected.

The past of nuclear winter only gave the surviving humans a short period of excitement, and the disaster did not completely leave. The Aurora Legion suffered great population pressure, on the one hand, lacked labor to work, and on the other hand, lacked enough food to feed more people. Two contradictions exist at the same time.

The Legion’s Ministry of Interior has already worked hard to support its population, but the refugees constantly coming from the sea don’t care how difficult it is. Those guys with strong bones will try their best to smell the fragrance of food.

Twist, gunshots suddenly rang out at close range.

After Qin Ming calmly pointed the muzzle at the window of a building, there was a trap he set up. He was boiling instant noodles and oil in one bite. The aroma of the grease would make the hungry refugees rush over like moths.

Four refugees broke into Area K, with disheveled faces and no adults. One of them was shot and fell to the window, and it seemed that they were killed by their hungry accomplices. The other with weapons was drinking so hard that they were frightened by their gun-holding companions. The other two were afraid of the tyranny of their gun-holding companions, and they could only beg to leave a little.

"It's like this every time." Qin Ming's muzzle was first pointed at the one holding the gun, and smashed the other party's head with a bang, then turned the muzzle and pointed at the remaining two.

"n,n,n." The sudden death caused the remaining two refugees to waving their hands and begging.

Qin Ming glanced at the other party, a man and a woman, looked at the Mexicans who were dressed in a South Batavano Bay. All refugees thought that this place was the easiest place to get ashore, but in fact the legion had the most tight defense here.

The legion needs women and their uteruses to give birth to good offspring for themselves. But the woman in front of her was too thin and injured, and one leg broke. As for that man, she looked honest and was just an ordinary farmer.

"Do you have any special skills?" Qin Ming asked in Spanish. Currently, the official languages ​​of the Legion are English and Spanish. Can't you learn it? If you want to have enough food, you can definitely learn it. As for Chinese, there are too few people and are not widely used.

Brewing wine, growing corn, and raising livestock?

The two Mexican men and women subconsciously knew that their answers would determine their destiny and kept making gestures to explain their abilities. But Qin Ming listened for a long time but ruthlessly gave them a shuttle, "We already have too many farmers, and we are not short of farmers."

The gunshots were harsh and bloody, and Qin Ming's partners rushed over quickly. They were all separated children in the catastrophe, unmoved by the scene of death and injuries, but just called coolie indifferently to clean up the bodies.

However, these children still retain the minimum awe of disfigured Qin Ming, because this seemingly thin Chinese teenager is the silent and cruelest among them.

Returning to the camp from Area K, Qin Ming followed the rules to report to his superiors about the execution of his mission in the past morning. He was also a Chinese man who heard the report and asked, "I heard that you killed four more people?"

"It's three, one of them was killed by their own people." Qin Ming said indifferently.

"I heard you smashed the head of one of the refugees?"

"I accidentally hit it."

"This is the seventh time you accidentally smashed the head of a refugee. The coolie who packed the body complained to me for a long time."

“Those black coolies are just talking nonsense.”

Qin Ming's argument made his superior frown, but he said patiently: "Listen, Qin Ming. We are not killing people for the sake of killing people, nor do we deliberately want the enemy to die too miserably.

Everything we do is to preserve ourselves to the minimum level. We are not murderers, nor are we perverts. The Legion Commander said that we will rebuild our home and live a normal life in the future."

"I understand, I won't kill the enemy in the future." Qin Ming agreed mutely. His commander could only sigh, not knowing whether the child listened to his words.

Zhou Qingfeng landed in Cuba and occupied Havana in the early days, and the first group of compatriots he received was collected from Incree. The total number of these people was 15,000. In the following time, more than 10,000 compatriots were rescued in North America and the United States, as well as countries in the Caribbean and South America.

Qin Ming is from Brazil. His father built a local oil refinery in Brazil. As a result, the warlords fought in a melee and his father was forced to refine oil by the locals. But his father was just a construction engineer and could not refine oil at all, but he was burned to death.

Qin Ming followed his father to Brazil for a trip, but he watched the refinery built by his father turn into ashes and his father die. He himself was also regarded as a slave until the Aurora Legion made a name for himself in the Caribbean and bought him away from the warlords.

Qin Ming didn't even speak when he was rescued, and he is still habitually silent. In order to take care of these children who have been traumatized, the adult Chinese in the legion generally adopted them and treated them as their own children.

Qin Ming was very lucky because his surname was Qin, and the one who took care of him was the old man Qin Weidong who had lost his children. The latter is currently the highest-ranking military commander under Zhou Qingfeng, and he treated Qin Ming as his own son.

"Are you back?" At night, Qin Weidong watched his newly recognized son walk into the house and immediately summoned him to his side. Although the four women who were granted the old man a year ago had given birth to children, he still liked the child in front of him who was always a little cruel and violent.

The blessing of Zhou Qingfeng was asking his wife to make trouble. The four women and four babies in the Qin family were a bit noisy, but they were also very lively. When Qin Ming first entered this family, he felt a hint of warmth of family affection.

Also entrusted with Zhou Qingfeng's cold-blooded and ruthless policy, he sent all his compatriots to the most difficult frontline. After going through the most difficult stage, the policy of inclined care was cancelled. If you want to get, you have to work hard to strive for, build, create, or kill the enemy.

Although this policy has many complaints and even caused many additional casualties, Zhou Qingfeng did not mean to modify it at all. During the miserable days, the descendants of Yan and Huang who were far away in foreign countries had to burst out with strong sense of competition and cohesion in order to survive.

The more you beat the steel, the tougher it will be, and the more you sharper the sword. It is a dragon or an insect, and you can't speak for it. If you die unfortunately, it will be a bad life, but the entire clan will not be a bad life, and it will only become stronger and stronger.

"Our leader's policy is right. Although some people will be eliminated, as long as they survive, the elites will be survived. There are few Han people in the legion, and if they are not like this, they will not be able to gain a foothold in this world where the strong prey on the weak. This is why I threw you into the Youth Camp to temper you."

Mr. Qin explained Zhou Qingfeng's policies to Qin Ming. After he finished speaking, he smiled and said, "But we still can take care of our own people. Now there is a chance to get greater training, let you grow up faster, and take more power. I applied to the Legion Commander to go to Africa, and I want to take you there."

Qin Ming nodded subconsciously. He actually didn't understand the reason, but he knew that his adoptive father would not harm him.

In the past, some people talked about the nonsense that a Chinese was a dragon, and a group of Chinese were a bug. Bah, shit!
Chapter completed!