Chapter 347 The lighthouse in the west seems to be off!
Chen Feng raised his hand and pressed it in the air, signaling everyone to calm down.
The entire army formation suddenly sounded silent.
"In the next time, you have only one task, that is, select your war horse and achieve a perfect fit with it!"
Chen Feng's voice was extremely solemn and he ordered directly.
For cavalry, horses are their most precious companions and their tacit comrades-in-arms.
Only the real perfect fit with your horse.
Only by exerting real combat power!
clatter!
April 20, 10 am.
Located on the other end of the ocean, the U.S. Palace officially issued a special order:
[The Great Mijian Materials Administration will open the warehouse. All Mijian citizens are requesting to come to collect high-compression food with their ID documents!]
These foods adopt new agricultural technology and genetically modified technology.
High-calorie cereals and other ingredients were super compressed.
Less than one hundred grams of high-compression biscuits are enough for an ordinary adult to fill the stomach all day!
As for nutritional issues.
In the office of the commander of the Palace.
"Mr. Tetong, IMHO, the role of ordinary civilians in disaster times is nothing more than a group of talking parts. How can they enjoy real food!"
American academician Albert sneered disdainfully.
The real purpose of his development of these high-compression foods is to preserve wheat, fruits, and meat, which will be extremely precious in the future.
These nutritious things will only be enjoyed by senior elites like him!
Those civilians at the bottom?
Albert thought it was already a great kindness to give them a bite.
Tetong, who was sitting behind the desk, nodded with satisfaction when he heard his words.
"Yes, let the states start distributing. After dinner, these people have to continue working!"
...
West Coast, California.
On Christmas Eve in 260, the old Tongshan City here was captured by sea beasts.
Then even Saint Lo was unable to escape the attack of the sea beast.
Now most of California has become wasteland.
Nearly 20 million refugees survive here.
If the high-level consortiums were not willing to give up this fertile technology state, the Special Administration would like to directly use the aerospace mothership to smooth out the place, including the refugees on it.
After all, in his words.
These people are just tools that consume food!
In a ruined city.
People of all skin colors were rebuilt urban at the request of the government.
If they are not involved in labor, they will not get food or be 'cleaned' by people from the CLA Intelligence Agency.
At this time.
For some reason, no one mentioned the word "freedom".
On a construction site.
Robert, a black man covered in dust and cement, was now enduring hunger and carrying a few bags of cement to the next construction site.
The same is true for a yellow-skinned companion next to him.
Both of them were extremely tired.
"Come on, you two idiots! The broken pickup truck from the 60s in my garage is much more than you!"
The white supervisor on the construction site sternly scolded.
The two of them dared not resist, so they had to grit their teeth and speed up their pace.
"Sun, you are obviously from Chinese, why did you stay in the United States?"
"It would be great if God blessed me in China. Don't worry about being attacked by sea beasts, there are endless food and air conditioners..."
Black Robert licked his thick cleaved lips, his eyes full of yearning.
He could not understand how Chinese people like Sun were willing to abandon that powerful country like heaven and stay in this broken country.
But I heard this.
The yellow-skinned companion called "Sun" next to him suddenly became anxious and explained in a ferocious way:
"That's simply an illusion forged by the Chinese government. This country has always been like this. All eight major cuisines are fake. China is a backward and dark place!"
In any case, he was unwilling to believe that the place where he had tried his best to leave would be so powerful now.
It must be fake!
Robert was silent and just whispered: "Is that true?"
Sun gritted his teeth and said, "Of course!"
"Don't you know that China suddenly lost more than 800 million people during this period!"
"These people were either wiped out by the Chinese army because of food shortage."
"Or it was killed by the sea beast, you know, this country often conceals the true situation!"
After saying this, Sun Li felt a little more comfortable.
He is a senior talent with Ivy League education.
Sun Li absolutely cannot accept his current miserable situation, and the sense of gap between him and his Chinese classmates and friends in China whom he regards as inferior people.
All of this must be a despicable conspiracy of the Chinese government!
"Fake! What are you damn yellow pig yelling? Why don't you work quickly!"
At this time, the white surveillance monitor who heard the voice rushed over and stared at him and cursed.
Sun Li quickly showed a flattering smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm sure I'll work hard to build the old Tongshan City!"
Such a scene.
It also happened throughout the Old Copper Mountain and even the current American states.
During the disaster, although both white people and others were asked to do labor.
But the most tiring and heaviest jobs were almost all arranged to immigrants like Robert and Sun Li.
...
After ten o'clock in the evening.
The whole day of work ends.
Sun Li, Robert and several companions, simply wiped off the dust from their clothes and headed towards the food distribution point.
"Hey, have you heard that today's food is no longer those moldy bread, but the latest high-compression foods developed! "
Among the people who were traveling with him, a fat black man said with anticipation.
Sun Li and the others also licked their lips. They had not eaten enough for several days.
"It is worthy of being the most advanced country in the world. Mi Jian's scientific research level is much higher than that of China!"
"Yes, yes, I heard that Dongfang has wiped out hundreds of millions of people due to famine recently!"
The few people walked casually and talked and mocked.
Among them, the ones who scolded Sun Li were immigrants from the East.
After arriving at the food distribution point in Old Tongshan City.
It took a full hour to get the food today.
There are only two high-compression biscuits and half a bottle of water.
"Eat it, I can't wait to try this food full of technological power!"
Sun Li happily put the biscuits in his mouth.
It tastes nothing, but he still thinks it is the most delicious thing in the world!
"I just bought it! I only ate a small piece and I felt full. It's amazing!"
The companions around him heard him.
He also started moving quickly. After eating, everyone's face was filled with shock.
This is since the disaster broke out.
They felt full for the first time!
"This is the developed United States, like a lighthouse!"