"100,000 tons, a total of 100,000 tons. . The fastest update is now, and there is still someone who can be so proud." Xiang Ming held a piece of shoddy bark paper, his fingers trembling.

The paper is written with a charcoal pen on the paper and the list of aid materials sent by Wen Tianyu through radio. For every grain of food, every dose of medicine, and every bullet, it is extremely precious. Every word on the list is ecstatic.

As a Chinese force in Angola, a group of more than 600,000 people at its peak must have a management agency. Xiang Ming is the chairman of this institution committee.

Xiang Ming was originally the manager of the Chinese aid project in Angola, and he had excellent organizational skills to cope with the chaos of the catastrophe.

After the baptism of the catastrophe, the elite may not be able to survive, but those who survived have become elites. After confirming that their entire team was expected to be rescued, Xiang Ming immediately ordered the entire base to mobilize and improve the movement ability of all personnel.

The first order to mobilize is to eat! Take out the food that I had finally maintained in the past and eat a few meals to restore my energy. I can’t do anything without physical strength!

This order is very satisfying. In the middle of the night, countless people started to cook vegetable porridge while they were excited. Yes, the only thing in the entire base is the little grain that they worked hard to maintain and the fast-growing vegetables grown in the fields. Oil, salt and other things have long disappeared.

But even with such shabby food, eating a few bowls of food is enough to be inexplicable. This enthusiastic scene not only makes the Chinese in the base as happy as the New Year, but also makes many non-Chinese people feel inexplicable.

There are many foreigners doing business and construction in Angola. Hundreds of thousands of Chinese people fled to death during the catastrophe, and it is inevitable that they will be mixed with the population of other countries.

Saito is a Japanese man who was trapped. Because of the blacks as his common enemy and his good abilities, everyone at least shared the same hatred for the enemy and overcome difficulties. But now he was very surprised by the Chinese people's sudden carnival, "Everyone, what's wrong with you?"

Saito saw the Chinese demolishing houses and demolishing large-scale houses with fanaticism. If it weren't for the Chinese doing things in an orderly manner, he would have thought that these people were committing suicide collectively.

In the end of the world, a place where you can shelter from wind and rain, create fires and heat, and have a stable rest is very important. In order to provide everyone with shelter, the people who fled were working hard and paid a huge price.

Now at least thousands of thin Chinese people have tear down their homes in laughter. This crazy scene is incomprehensible. Saito stumbled into the fanatical crowd and asked loudly what was going on?

"Someone has come to save us. The first batch of supplies has arrived at Luanda Port. A few hours later, an airship will come with supplies. We must build a landing ground." Under the torches of the night, someone answered Saito's question.

"Save? Is it the UN's rescue agency?" Saito was also excited when he heard the word "save". He instantly understood the madness of the Chinese in front of him for more than a year of suppressing his life in the threat of death. A little bit of hope is enough to make people vent their will.

"No, the United Nations is over long ago. There is a fearless guy who crosses the Atlantic Ocean to rescue us." Someone replied.

"Spanning the Atlantic Ocean? That's great! It must be the United States. As expected, only the US government is the pillar of this broken world." Saito was even happier. He even helped carry all kinds of broken wood, and his joyful mood gave him endless strength.

But his guess was poured with cold water, "No, it's us Chinese. We have a guy who serves as the commander of the Aurora Legion. He came to rescue us. He said there were 100,000 tons of food waiting for us to eat and drink, and the news made everyone in the entire base scream."

"Ah..., aren't an American?" Saito's heart suddenly became cold. This was too far from his expectations.

"Mr. Saito, please tell the Chairman that you can maintain the communication system of the entire base, and we need to broadcast the entire base." Someone found Saito in the dark and pulled him to the command center of the base.

Saito is a communication engineer. His ability is to take care of various radio systems that are pieced together to ensure communication and communication between hundreds of thousands of people. It is precisely because there are very few and important people who can do this job that he is even treated preferentially in the group.

At this moment, the command center was very lively. Everyone had a smile on their faces, and every word of contact could make people laugh. Saito could understand Chinese without any obstacles. While taking care of several different types of radio stations, he felt the actual joy and joy of the scene as a bystander.

Are you happy? Saito is also very happy. After all, these Chinese people are still very inclusive and have always been good to him. And with his ability, they should not be rejected in the future. But after being happy, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness and fear.

Saito was sent by domestic Japanese companies to promote satellite communication equipment in Africa, but this market has long been Japan's strength.

Saito was shocked by China's development in Africa before. People from other countries came to Africa and rarely went deep into the grassroots to make money, but Chinese people can travel to every corner of Africa with their strong national strength and their own hard work.

The Chinese are willing to reclaim land in Africa and develop agriculture. The Chinese will travel thousands of miles to transport building materials and workers to carry out infrastructure. The Chinese will work hard to sell small commodities with meager profits. However, other countries will invest at most, but no one has ever done such hard work.

In fact, Saito had already made a prediction that the recovery speed of the Chinese group in Africa will be higher than that of any other ethnic group. Black people are too bad and white people are too greedy, and only Chinese people are willing to work hard. As long as they survive the most difficult beginning, they will be able to adapt to the end of the world better than anyone else.

Now there are people who provide strong assistance, and the recovery speed of Chinese people is far beyond that. Just think about the current sharp reduction in Africa's population, and once the Chinese have gained a foothold, no one can stop them.

A great fear came to Saito's mind. In the future, there would be only one China in the world.

"Saito San, your midnight snack." A man approached, holding a bowl of thick vegetable porridge in his hand.

"Park Sang, thank you very much." Saito met the person who sent the midnight snack, and was like him, a few Koreans who were trapped. They all said that the friendship between Japan and South Korea depends on China, and these two brothers were naturally together. "The vegetable porridge tonight tasted good, and there was a lot of salt added."

Listening to Saito's praise of vegetable porridge, the Korean man named Pu whispered in frustration: "The Chinese here are going to be saved. Saito San, what do you think we should do in the future?"

"I? I will continue to survive in the team." Saito, who is used to obedience, first thought is to live together. "I have seen life and death a lot, and I have already obeyed the arrangements of fate in my heart."

"Is that true?" The Korean was disappointed with the answer. "Is there really no other way out?"
Chapter completed!