Qin Ming sat on a stone, with a disassembled AK-47M assault rifle on the low table in front of him. The old rifle was divided into several large parts. He had used gun cleaning fluid in the accessory box to maintain it.
Now I am assembling it with my bare hands while blindfolded.
With the quick movements of both hands, the parts were crisply assembled, including the handguard, bolt, recoil spring, receiver cover, and magazine. It took more than a minute to assemble the entire rifle. There was a snapping sound after pulling the bolt, and the metal
The impact represents a man's romance.
Qin Ming just passed the time by disassembling and assembling it over and over again. He was very young, about seventeen or eighteen years old, of average height, wearing a Cuban People's Army beret on his short hair, and had many deep scars on his face.
,shocking.
While he was playing with the weapons seriously, an order came from the walkie-talkie at Qin Ming's hand: "Zone K, rest personnel in Zone K, please pay attention. If armed refugees break into your security area, search them immediately and kill them if found."
Upon hearing the call, Qin Ming immediately replied: "Qin Ming received it and acted immediately."
People kept replying on the walkie-talkie, but none of them responded as quickly as Qin Ming. The young man loaded a live ammunition magazine into his rifle and began searching in the area he was responsible for.
Area K is a deserted residential area outside Havana. Green grass sprouts have sprouted from the ground here, but under the sun it is a ruin. It is generally difficult for refugees outside the city to enter here, but everything is unexpected.
The passing of nuclear winter only gave the surviving humans a short-term excitement, and the disaster did not completely disappear. The Aurora Legion was under great population pressure. On the one hand, it lacked labor to work, and on the other hand, it lacked enough food to feed more people.
There are many people. Two contradictions exist at the same time.
The Legion's Ministry of Internal Affairs is already working hard to feed its own population, but the refugees that are constantly coming from the sea don't care how difficult it is for you. Those shabby guys will use their last breath just to smell a bite of food.
fragrance.
Suddenly... gunshots suddenly rang out at close range.
Qin Ming calmly pointed his gun at the window of a building. There was a trap he had set, a broken pot containing oil for instant noodles. The aroma of the oil would make the hungry refugees swoop towards him like moths.
There were four refugees who broke into Area K. They were unkempt and disheveled. One of them was shot and fell by the window. It looked like he was killed by his hungry accomplices. The other one who was armed was frantically drinking soup, and two more
Frightened by the intimidation of his gun-toting companions, he could only stand aside and beg for a little bit.
"It's like this every time." Qin Ming first aimed his gun at the one holding the gun, smashed the other person's head with a bullet, and then turned his gun around to point at the remaining two.
"No, No, No..." The sudden death made the remaining two refugees wave their hands and beg.
Qin Ming glanced at the other party, a man and a woman, who looked like they were Mexicans who came ashore from Batavano Bay in the south. All the refugees thought that this place was the easiest to disembark, but in fact the army had the tightest defense here.
The legion needs women and their wombs to give birth to good offspring for them. But the woman in front of them is too thin and injured, with a broken leg. As for the man, he looks like 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? You can definitely learn it if you want to have a full stomach. As for Chinese, there are too few people to use it.
widely.
Making wine? Growing corn? Raising livestock?
The two Mexican men and women subconsciously knew that their answers would determine their fate, and they kept making gestures to illustrate their abilities. But Qin Ming listened for a long time but ruthlessly gave them a pass, "We already have too many farmers.
There is no shortage of farmers.”
The sound of gunfire was piercing and blood was everywhere. Qin Ming's friends rushed over quickly. They were all children separated in the catastrophe. They were unmoved by the scene of death and injury, and just calmly called for coolies to clean up the corpses.
However, these children still maintained the minimum respect for the disfigured Qin Ming, because this seemingly thin Chinese boy was the most silent and cruel among them.
Returning to the camp from Area K, Qin Ming reported to his superiors on the execution of his mission throughout the morning as usual. The person who listened to the report was also a Chinese, and he asked: "I heard that your kid killed four more people?"
"There were three, and one of them was killed by one of their own people." Qin Ming said indifferently.
"I heard you smashed the head of one of the refugees?"
"Hit by accident."
"This is the seventh time you accidentally smashed a refugee's head. The coolie who collected the body complained to me for a long time."
"Those black coolies only talk nonsense."
Qin Ming's argument made the superior who commanded him frown, but he still said patiently: "Listen, Qin Ming. We don't kill for the sake of killing, and we can't deliberately make the enemy die miserably.
Everything we do is to preserve ourselves at a minimum. We are not murderers, let alone perverts. The legion commander said that we will rebuild our home and live a normal life in the future."
"I understand, and I will not kill the enemy in the future." Qin Ming agreed dumbly. However, 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. The first group of compatriots he accepted were from the Enclave. This group totaled 15,000 people. In the subsequent time, in the United States and Canada in North America, as well as in various countries in the Caribbean and South America,
They also successively rescued more than 10,000 compatriots.
Qin Ming is from Brazil. His father was building a local oil refinery in Brazil. As a result, warlords fought and his father was forced by the locals to refine oil. But his father was just a construction engineer and did not know how to refine oil. As a result, he was burned alive.
Qin Ming traveled to Brazil with his father, and saw the oil refinery built by his father reduced to ashes, and also watched his father die. He himself was treated as a slave, until the Aurora Legion made a name for itself in the Caribbean, and became a slave under the hands of a warlord.
He was redeemed and bought away.
Qin Ming couldn't even speak when he was first rescued, and he is still habitually taciturn now. In order to take care of these traumatized children, adult Chinese in the army generally adopted them and took care of them as their own children.
Qin Ming was very lucky, because both of them had a surname of Qin, and the man who took care of him was Qin Weidong, who had lost his children. The latter was currently the highest-ranking direct military commander under Zhou Qingfeng, and he treated Qin Ming as his own son.
"Come 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 assigned to the old man a year ago had already given birth to children, he still liked him very much.
The child in front of me is always a bit violent and spiteful.
Thanks to Zhou Qingfeng's mischief about his wife, the Qin family's four women and four babies were a bit noisy, but also very lively. When Qin Ming first entered this family, he felt the warmth of family affection.
Thanks to Zhou Qingfeng's cold-blooded policies, he sent all his compatriots to the most difficult front line. After passing the most difficult stage, the preferential care policy was cancelled. If you want to get anything, you have to work hard.
To fight, to build, to create, or to kill the enemy.
Although this policy caused many complaints and even caused many additional casualties, Zhou Qingfeng had no intention of modifying it. In these difficult days, the descendants of Yan and Huang who were far away in a foreign country had to develop a strong sense of competition and struggle in order to survive.
cohesion.
Steel will only become stronger the more you beat it, and the sword will become sharper the more you temper it. Whether you are a dragon or an insect, you just have to fight for it. If you die unfortunately, it is a bad life, but the entire tribe will not have a bad life.
It will only get stronger.
"Our leader's policy is right. Although some people will be eliminated, as long as they survive, they are the elite. The number of Han people in the legion is small. Otherwise, there is no way to gain a foothold in this world of the jungle. This is why I put you
Throw it to the youth camp for training."
Mr. Qin explained Zhou Qingfeng's policies to Qin Ming. After he finished speaking, he smiled and said: "But we will still take care of our own people. Now there is an opportunity for you to get greater training, so that you can become an adult faster and take charge."
Greater power. I applied to the commander of the regiment 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 nonsense about "a Chinese is a dragon, and a group of Chinese are worms", bah..., bullshit!
We use facts to prove that a Chinese is a dragon, and a group of Chinese are a giant dragon!