Rios sat at the rough wooden dining table and ate up all his protein powder. After eating, he was still unsatisfied, so he licked his face and ran to the cook to ask for another portion.
This kind of paste with only a little oil and salt has a strange smell and the taste is not very good, but it is especially rare for refugees who have escaped from life and death.
The cook in the quarantine camp obviously had a feeling of contempt for the refugees in front of him, but he gave him whatever he needed. At most, he cursed a few times in a low voice, "Damn garbage, you'll eat it for the rest of your life."
Rios knew why he was discriminated against, because they were refugees, refugees who brought chaos. As a refugee who was deported all the way from New Mexico, he went through a hellish and arduous journey to reach Cuba. Everyone who fled with him
His whereabouts are unknown, life and death are hard to find.
The Aurora Legion, who was lucky enough to rule Cuba, even gave refugees a mouthful of food to hang on, knowing that other forces would only expel them with bullets and bayonets. So even if he was discriminated against, Rios felt that the quarantine camp where everyone looked at him with contempt was better than the barbed wire fence outside the city.
The refugee camp is much better.
Rios doesn't know why he suffers this crime. He is just a Mexican with no education. When he was an illegal worker in the United States, Rios learned not to argue, to work more and talk less.
However, Rios was not without advantages. When he said that he could speak English and had worked as a harvester, warehousing worker, cook, and all the menial jobs imaginable in the United States, he was immediately appointed as a
The captain of the ten-man team.
Great! The team leader can get an extra piece of whale meat when eating, have special armbands on his clothes, and receive one day of on-the-job training, and then he can lead the team to receive the next step of training. This is very important to Leo, who has always been at the bottom of society.
It is a huge happiness for Sri Lanka.
The combat training was the simplest, without even firearms. Rios was only asked to practice how to throw grenades.
Yes, that's right! Just throwing grenades, which is simpler than firearms training. As long as you have enough strength and correct posture, it is enough.
Zhou Qingfeng had such a profound impact on the Volunteer Army's grenade offensive in the North Korean dungeon. This was a magic weapon for a weak army to defeat the enemy. For this purpose, he purchased 500,000 Type 67 wooden handle grenades.
Most of the various armed forces in the wasteland have not received any special training. In an environment full of weak people, equipping them with machine guns and rifles is worse than throwing a grenade at close range. Violent explosions are stronger than anything else. Loud noises and air waves will make the weak-willed
The opponent collapsed instantly.
Refugees who are in weak health are not able to throw grenades very far, but they have to practice correct postures and carry out basic military training. Discipline, queues, soil work, and simple communication.
Rios obeyed the instructor's orders 100%, and after suffering enough, he learned in a completely mechanized manner. In addition to throwing grenades, another special thing was to learn how to unfold a special fine-grained iron cage in a short period of time and fill the cage with sand.
Stone built fence.
"We seem to be practicing building a fortification." A refugee from the quarantine camp said on the training ground: "What is the use of this?"
"Shut up and do whatever you are told. The superiors like people who are silent, obedient and clever." Rios is very satisfied with his current life. Although there is no freedom, at least he is not hungry.
The world outside the quarantine camp looks wonderful, but for the refugees it is a far-off Eden. Although separated by a barbed wire, life in the bustling city still tempts everyone who wants to change their destiny.
However, the instructors told the refugees unabashedly - you are late, the legion has passed the period of extreme thirst for manpower, and now it requires greater efforts to gain status and dignity.
"I'm not afraid of giving. I just want to know what I can do to live a life outside the quarantine camp?" Rios asked the instructor during a break in training.
"Study more and master more abilities, so you have a greater chance of seizing opportunities. For example, I need a squadron leader who can command three squadrons. Can you do it?" The instructor was as cold as a stone, but he did not explain.
How can I become a squadron leader and then leave.
However, Rios was greatly inspired. He began to pay attention to his instructor's words and deeds, learning 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.
Others are excellent.
"Listen, brothers, we can't stand on the barbed wire fence and watch the outside world every day. We have to do something to change ourselves, otherwise we are just a bunch of stupid fools."
Rios tried to encourage his ten subordinates. He started by memorizing each person's name, assigned three team leaders to assist him in his work, and led his subordinates to strengthen their learning together. He even used his own marinated whale meat to reward outstanding performance.
People, this is all learned from the instructors.
After eating protein for a while, Rios found that his group's food had improved. Although it looked like the leftover meals were reheated in the pot, there were vegetables and meat. As long as he was not too picky, it would still be good.
Can be swallowed.
As time goes by, the emaciated refugees begin to gradually recover, but not everyone can endure the ever-increasing training in the quarantine camp. For example, earthwork work often involves endless digging of foxholes with a sapper shovel.
The tempers of the instructors are getting worse and worse, and those who fail to complete the training will be punished in various ways. Under the pressure, some people suddenly broke out during dinner, cursing the new food as water for pigs, complaining that they just joined the legion late,
Why can't I live like a normal person?
At that time, the atmosphere in the canteen of the quarantine camp suddenly became tense. Many refugees looked blankly at the instructors around them, for fear of causing trouble.
While everyone was in panic, Rios took the initiative to stand up before the instructor dealt with it and said to the refugee who was causing trouble: "Eat your share of dinner and don't waste this hard-earned food."
"I'm really fed up. This is not food at all. Do you know what I just ate? It's really disgusting." The refugee who started the trouble showed a risk-taking attitude and kept yelling to vent his emotional pressure.
"Believe me, I have eaten things that are ten thousand times more disgusting than this. But I know that complaining is of no use. I still have to work hard to live." Rios took a step forward, picked up the food on the other person's plate and put it in his mouth.
After eating, he said: "You have to understand that it is better to die of nausea than to die of hunger."
The canteen of the quarantine camp was quiet. The instructors around had indifferent expressions, and the refugees sitting at the dining table did not speak. The troublemaker looked at the eyes around him that 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, who 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.
"There is a special team that needs people now. If you join, you will have a chance to live a normal life, but there is also a 50% chance of killing you. What choice do you make?" the instructor asked.
"Will I die?" Rios paused for a few seconds. "If I refuse, will I have to stay in the quarantine camp for the rest of my life?"
"No, you will become temporary workers. The legion currently has a very abundant general labor force and will recruit you when needed. You may not starve to death, but you will never be able to integrate into the legion." The instructor said it concisely and comprehensively, but the meaning was expressed clearly.
"You can only join the legion if you contribute to the legion, right?" Taking a deep breath, Rios asked again: "Can I ask what team I want to join?"
"Expeditionary death squads under the Afrika Korps."