"One hundred thousand tons, a whole hundred thousand tons. There are still people who can be so heroic." Xiang Ming held a piece of crude bark paper, his fingers trembling wildly.
The list of aid supplies sent by Wen Tianyu via radio was written in charcoal on the paper. In the end of the world when every grain of food, every dose of medicine, and every bullet are extremely precious, every word on the list makes people feel happy.
mad.
As a Chinese force in Angola, a group of more than 600,000 people at its peak must have a management organization. Xiang Ming is the chairman of this organization committee.
Xiang Ming was originally the manager of China's aid project in Angola, and he had excellent organizational skills to cope with the chaos of the catastrophe.
After the baptism of the catastrophe, not all elites may survive, but those who survived have become elites. After confirming that his entire team was expected to be rescued, Xiang Ming immediately ordered the entire base to mobilize to improve the mobility of all personnel.
The first command of mobilization is - eat! Take out the food that you have managed to keep in the past and eat a few big meals to restore your strength. Without physical strength, you can't do anything!
This order was very satisfying. In the middle of the night, countless people took advantage of the excitement and started cooking vegetable porridge - yes, the only thing the entire base has now is a little food that has been saved hard and fast-growing vegetables grown in the ground. Oil, salt and so on.
It has long since become extinct.
But even with such shabby food, eating a few bowls of it is enough to make people inexplicably excited. This lively scene not only made the Chinese in the base as happy as the Chinese New Year, but also made many non-Chinese feel baffled.
There are many foreigners doing business and construction in Angola. Hundreds of thousands of Chinese fled desperately during the catastrophe, inevitably bringing many people from other countries with them.
Saito was a Japanese who was being held hostage. Since he had black people as the common enemy and his good abilities, everyone managed to overcome the difficulties together. But now he expressed great surprise at the Chinese people's sudden crazy carnival, "Everyone
, what’s wrong with you?”
Saito saw that the Chinese were demolishing houses, demolishing large areas of houses with fanaticism. If he hadn't seen that the Chinese were doing it in an orderly manner, he would have thought that these people were committing collective suicide.
In the last days, a place where you can get shelter from the wind and rain, make a fire for heating, and have a safe rest is very important. In order to provide shelter for everyone, the people who fled worked hard and paid a huge price.
And now at least thousands of emaciated Chinese are tearing down their homes in laughter. This crazy scene is hard to understand. Saito stumbled into the fanatical crowd and asked loudly what happened?
"Someone has come to rescue us. The first batch of supplies has arrived at the port of Luanda. In a few hours, an airship will arrive with supplies. We must build a landing site." Under the light of the torch in the dark night, someone answered Zhai.
Vine problem.
"Saved? Is it a United Nations rescue agency?" Saito was filled with excitement when he heard the word 'saved'. He instantly understood the madness of the Chinese people in front of him - they had lived suppressed for more than a year under the threat of death, and there was no hope at all.
It's enough to let people vent freely.
"No, the United Nations is finished a long time ago. There is a fearless guy crossing the Atlantic to rescue us." someone replied.
"Crossing the Atlantic? That's great! It must be the United States. Sure enough, only the U.S. government is the backbone of this broken world." Saito was even more happy. He even helped move various dismantled wood. His joy gave him endless joy.
strength.
But his suspicion was poured cold water on him, "No, it's us Chinese. We have a guy who serves as the commander of the Aurora Legion, and he came to rescue us. He said there are 100,000 tons of food waiting for us.
Go eat and drink, this news made everyone in the base shout."
"Ah..., not an American?" Saito's heart suddenly went cold. This was far from what he expected.
"Mr. Saito, Chairman, please maintain the communication system of the entire base. We need to broadcast to everyone." Someone found Saito in the dark and pulled him to the base's headquarters.
Saito is a communications engineer, and his ability is to take care of various patchwork radio systems to ensure communication links between hundreds of thousands of people. Precisely because there are few people who can do this job and it is very important, he
Even received preferential treatment within the group.
At this moment, the headquarters is very lively. Everyone has a smile on their face, and every contact can make people laugh. Saito can understand Chinese without any hindrance. He takes care of several different types of radio stations while acting as a bystander.
Feel the real joy and joy of the scene.
Are you happy? Saito is also very happy. After all, these Chinese people are still very tolerant and have always treated him well. And with his ability, he should not be excluded in the future. But after being happy, he felt a deep feeling
Deep powerlessness and fear.
Saito was originally sent by a Japanese company to promote satellite communication equipment in Africa. However, this market has long been no longer Japan's strength.
Saito has been alarmed by China's development in Africa before. When people from other countries come to Africa, they rarely go down to the grassroots level to make money, but the Chinese can travel to every corner of Africa with their strong national power and their own hard work.
.
The Chinese are willing to personally reclaim land in Africa to develop agriculture. The Chinese will travel thousands of miles to transport building materials and workers to build infrastructure. The Chinese will work hard to sell small commodities with low profits. While other countries can only invest, but no one has ever done it.
Such hard work.
In fact, Saito had already predicted that the recovery rate of the Chinese group in Africa would be faster than that of any other ethnic group. Black people are too bad, white people are too greedy, and only the Chinese are willing to work hard. As long as they survive the most difficult beginning
, they will be able to adapt to the apocalyptic world better than anyone else.
And now someone is aggressively providing assistance, and the Chinese people are recovering much faster than they can. And just think about the current drastic population reduction in Africa. Once the Chinese gain a foothold, no one can stop them.
A great fear came to Saito's mind - from now on, there may really be only one China in the world.
"Saito-san, your midnight snack." A man came closer, holding a bowl of thick vegetable porridge.
"Park-sang, thank you very much." Saito knew the person who brought the late night snack. Like him, he was among the trapped minority, Koreans. They all say that the friendship between Japan and South Korea depends on China, so these two brothers and sisters naturally got together. "Today
The late vegetable porridge tasted good, even with a lot of extra salt added.”
After hearing Saito praise the vegetable porridge, the Korean named Park whispered in frustration: "The Chinese here are going to be saved. Saito-san, what do you think we should do in the future?"
"Me? I will continue to survive in the team." Saito, who is accustomed to obeying, his first thought is to live with the group. "I have seen too many life and death, and my heart has already obeyed the arrangement of fate."
"Really?" The Korean was disappointed with this answer. "Is there really no other way out?"
"We definitely can't count on our own country, and the Americans are doomed." Saito could only smile bitterly, "No one can stop a powerful nation from rising. It seems that we will all follow the Chinese in the future.