Rios sat at the wooden dining table with coarse benzene and ate all his protein powder. After eating, he was still unsatisfied, so he licked his face and ran to the chef to ask for another serving.

This paste with only a little oil and salt has a strange smell and is not very good, but it is particularly rare for refugees who escaped from the line of life and death.

The chef in the quarantine camp obviously had a feeling of contempt for the refugees in front of him, but at least he gave whatever he should give, and at most he whispered a few words, "Damn trash, eat it all your life."

Rios knew why he was discriminated against because they were refugees, bringing chaos. As a refugee who was deported from New Mexico, he had gone through a hellish journey before he arrived in Cuba. The people who fled with him were no longer in the future and could not find their lives or death.

The Aurora Legion, which ruled Cuba, also gave refugees a bite of food to eat, and you should know that other forces would only use guns and bayonets to drive them out. So even if they were discriminated against, Rios felt that the quarantine camp that was rolling eyes everywhere was much better than the barbed wire refugee camp outside the city.

Rios didn't know why he was suffering this. He was just a Mexican without much education. When he was an illegal worker in the United States, Rios learned not to argue, work more and talk less.

However, Rios was not without advantages. When he said that he could speak English, worked as a harvester, a warehouse worker, a cook, and all the inferior work he could think of, he was immediately appointed as the captain of a squad of ten people.

Great! The team leader can divide an extra piece of whale meat when eating, a special armband on his clothes, and a day of on-the-job training, and then he can lead the team to receive the next step of training. This is a huge happiness for Rios, who has always been at the bottom of society.

Fighting training is the easiest, without even a gun, Rios is only asked to practice how to throw grenades.

Yes, that's right! It's just throwing grenades, which is easier than gun training. As long as you have strong strength and correct posture, it's enough.

Zhou Qingfeng had a profound impact on the volunteer army's grenade offensive in the North Korean dungeon. This was the magic weapon for the weak army to defeat the enemy. For this reason, he purchased 500,000 Type 67 wooden handle grenades.

Most of the various armed forces in the wasteland have not received any special training. It is better to throw a grenade at close range than to equip machine guns and rifles in a weak environment. A violent explosion is stronger than anything else. The loud bang and air waves will cause weak-willed opponents to collapse instantly.

Weak refugees have no way to throw grenades far, but they have to practice the correct posture and conduct basic military training, discipline, queues, local work, and simple communications.

Rios obeyed the instructor's orders 100%. He studied completely mechanizedly after suffering. In addition to throwing grenades, another special thing was to learn how to unfold a specially made fine iron cage in a short time and put sand and gravel into the cage to build a wall.

"We seem to be practicing building a fortification," said a refugee from a quarantine camp on the training ground. "What's the use of this?"

"Shut up and do whatever you want. The officials like taciturn and obedient people." Rios is very satisfied with his current life. Although he has no freedom, he is at least not hungry.

The world outside the quarantine camp looks wonderful, but it is a garden of Eden that is out of reach for refugees. Although it is separated by barbed wire, life in the bustling city is still tempting everyone who wants to change their destiny.

However, the instructors told the refugees without any concealment that you were late. The Legion had passed the period of extreme desire for manpower. Now it takes greater efforts to gain status and dignity.

"I'm not afraid of giving. I just want to know what to do to live outside the quarantine camp?" Rios asked the instructor during the training break.

"Learn more and master more abilities to have a greater chance of seizing opportunities. For example, I need a squadron leader who can command three squadrons. What can you do?" The instructor was as cold as a stone, but he left without explaining how to become a squadron leader.

However, Rios was greatly inspired. He began to pay attention to his instructor's words and deeds, learn how to manage his subordinates, how to assign tasks, how to restore order in chaos, and how to be fearless in the face of danger. The most important thing is how to make the instructor realize that he is better than others.

"Listen to brothers, we can't hang on the wire every day to see the world outside. We have to do something to change ourselves, otherwise we are just a bunch of stupid fools."

Rios tried to inspire his ten subordinates. He started by remembering each person's name, assigned three group leaders to assist him in his work and led his subordinates to strengthen his studies. He even used his pickled whale meat to reward those who performed well, all of which were learned from the instructors.

After eating the protein paste for a while, Rios found that the food in his group had improved. Although it seemed that the leftover food was repotted and heated again, at least there were vegetables and meat, and as long as they were not too picky, they could still swallow it.

As time goes by, thin refugees begin to gradually recover from their health, but not everyone can tolerate the continuous strengthening of the quarantine camp. For example, soil work often involves endlessly digging foxglove pits by engineers.

The instructor's temper is getting worse and worse, and those who fail to complete the training will be punished in various ways. Under heavy pressure, someone suddenly broke out during dinner, scolding the new food for feeding pigs, complaining that he only joined the legion later, so why can't he live like a normal person?

At that time, the atmosphere in the quarantine camp canteen suddenly became tense, and many refugees looked at the instructors around them in a daze, fearing that they would cause trouble.

While everyone was panicked, Rios took the initiative to stand up before the instructor handled it and said to the refugees who were provoking trouble: "Eat your dinner and don't waste this hard-earned food."

"I'm really fed up, it's not food at all. Do you know what I just ate? It's so disgusting." The refugee who was provoking trouble seemed to be willing to take it out and kept yelling to vent his emotional pressure.

"Believe me, I've eaten something ten thousand times more disgusting than this. But I know complaining is useless, so I still have to work hard to survive." Rios stepped forward, picked up the food on the other party's plate and stuffed it into his mouth. After eating, he said, "You have to understand that being disgusting is better than starving to death."

The canteen of the quarantine camp was quiet, and the instructors around all had cold faces. The refugees sitting at the dining table didn't speak. The troublemaker looked at the eyes around him who were paying attention to him, and finally sat down dejectedly, hugging his head and crying.

The storm seemed to have subsided, but after dinner, Rios was called outside the barracks by the instructor and asked him: "Do you want to live a normal life?"

"Sir, I really want to live a normal life, and I have been working hard for it." Rios said without hesitation.

"Now there is a special team that needs people. If you join, you will have the opportunity to live a normal life, but there is also a 50% chance of killing you. What choice will you make?" the instructor asked.

"Will you die?" Rios stayed for a few seconds. "If I refuse, would you have to stay in the quarantine camp for the rest of my life?"

"No, you will become temporary workers. The legion is currently very labor-intensive and will only recruit you when needed. You may not starve to death, but it will never be able to integrate into the legion." The instructor said concisely and clearly expressed.

"Only by contributing to the Legion can you join the Legion, right?" Taking a deep breath, Rios asked again: "Can I ask what team I want to join?"
Chapter completed!