Zhou Qingfeng used his own experience to personally verify what he said: The longer the apocalypse lasts, the deeper the disaster will be, and the more suffering human life will be. Now there is a big trouble in front of him. Compared with agricultural products,
The shortage of food and industrial products is even more serious. The most obvious thing is that everyone can no longer find cheap and convenient fuel.
On Staten Island, many people are already cutting down trees, dismantling abandoned houses and even various furniture. Zhou Qingfeng saw with his own eyes that someone cut up a valuable carpet just to make a fire and make a meal.
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Fortunately, many small villas in the United States are made of wood and can be burned for a period of time. However, vehicles and speedboats cannot burn firewood. Without gasoline and diesel, they can only stay in bed.
Zhou Qingfeng originally hoped to get some diesel from the two ferries left by Fernando, but the reality is that the fuel tanks on the ferries are almost empty. At most, he can only drive the yacht for two or three rounds, and then he will still be blind.
Another security issue is even more urgent. No one can guarantee whether the Skull and Bones will make another sneak attack. Zhou Qingfeng really can't afford to lose the last forty or so people under his command. If the loss continues, he might have to be on guard that day.
Doing laundry, cooking, and doing all kinds of chores makes it really hard to escape New York.
"Okay, I'll join the combat force of the Brotherhood of Steel." In order to go to Queens again, and to settle family members and internal members such as Lina and Anji, Zhou Qingfeng and Butcher could only work harder for the Brotherhood of Steel.
, not just as a mercenary.
The Brotherhood of Steel has been forced to do nothing recently. This white supremacist organization suffered a lot of losses in the battle with the Skull and Bones Society. They found that it was not worth it for noble white people to die on the battlefield, and they had to find some cannon fodder to fill the battlefield.
For this reason, they opened up the scope of soldier recruitment.
When Zhou Qingfeng and Butcher went to the recruitment point of the Brotherhood of Steel, they found that the place was already crowded with people. In order to get food, a lot of sallow and skinny people were willing to work hard. There were even many women who cut their long hair short, darkened their faces, and tried to blend in.
Go in.
Looking at the dense crowd of heads outside the recruitment point, the butcher whispered: "Maybe we should also recruit some people. Now these people will not just run around casually."
The food reserves that Zhou Qingfeng and Lina searched for before were quite abundant. Especially after transporting a large amount of supplies from the underground of the Manhattan Police Headquarters, they had no worries about food. The tens of millions of cans alone were enough to feed a large number of people.
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"It's okay to recruit a small number of people. But if the number is too large, the Brotherhood of Steel will kill us immediately." Zhou Qingfeng said.
Although the Brotherhood of Steel wants to recruit cannon fodder, it is not recruiting a bunch of cannon fodder for free. It also has standards for personnel, and many people cannot meet the standards because of poor physical fitness. Zhou Qingfeng was crowded among a bunch of rejected people, and suddenly felt
Someone came to grab his arm, and he immediately pulled away, then pulled out his gun.
The person grabbing the arm fell to the ground. Zhou Qingfeng took a closer look and said in surprise: "Uncle Zheng, you also ran to Staten Island?"
Looking behind Uncle Zheng, there are all the people from Chinatown who were neighbors with Zhou Qingfeng. Compared with when they stayed in Chinatown and never left, they are now even more miserable. Their clothes are messy, their faces are disheveled, and they look
Just like a beggar.
Uncle Zheng fell to the ground and couldn't stand up for a long time. He looked very hungry. He stretched out his hand towards Zhou Qingfeng and cried: "Xiao Zhou, help us. Please help us for the sake of your compatriots."
.This time we all listen to you, even if you ask us to die, half of us can die, as long as we can live the other half."
Half dead, half alive, this was Zhou Qingfeng's idea when he first met the Chinatown gang. But at that time, everyone cherished their lives, and no one was willing to die. Now that the situation is getting worse and worse, only everyone
All die.
Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the Chinese people in front of him. They only numbered a hundred at most, which was a miserable situation. He helped Uncle Zheng up and asked, "This is the only number of you left?"
There were thousands of people trapped in Chinatown at the beginning. These guys discussed things day and night, and they didn't come up with anything for more than half a month. Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to help these idiots.
Speaking of other people, Uncle Zheng couldn't help crying, "The Brotherhood of Steel landed in Manhattan, confiscated all our property, and drove us out. With this expulsion, everyone was displaced and no longer even had a home."
There are only five or six hundred people in our team, and people are starving to death every day. The remaining young and old men who can still move can only go out to serve as soldiers. Even if they die, they can at least get some food for their families. But the person who recruited the soldiers said
We don’t meet the troop resource requirements, so we are not wanted.”
Uncle Zheng cried bitterly, and the more than a hundred people following him also shed tears. Zhou Qingfeng, however, had seen many kinds of suffering, and at most he sighed and said: "If I were a member of the Brotherhood of Steel, I wouldn't want to
You guys are just a bunch of whining losers."
Uncle Zheng immediately wiped away his tears, took Zhou Qingfeng's hand and said, "Xiao Zhou, please be kind. Please help me. I know you will definitely have a way."
Zhou Qingfeng looked like his face was black and black, and his body was dirty with all kinds of dust and mud, but his strong energy showed that he at least had enough food and clothing. People like Uncle Zheng were desperate. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng
Qingfeng could only come up and pester him.
Sighing again, Zhou Qingfeng turned to look at the butcher behind him, wanting to ask for his opinion. The butcher, who was always cold-faced, said indifferently: "We only accept people with professional skills, not others."
Zhou Qingfeng turned around and said to Uncle Zheng: "We give priority to medical staff."
Before Uncle Zheng could speak, someone behind him immediately shouted loudly: "I, I am a doctor."
A middle-aged man wearing glasses hurriedly squeezed over, but Zhou Qingfeng frowned and said: "If you were really a doctor, Brother Steel would not want you. They are extremely short of doctors and they don't care if you are white. Don't tell
Me, you are a veterinarian."
"I am a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. I am good at treating bruises and sprains and acupuncture. I have no problem preparing herbal medicine. But the white doctors at the Brotherhood of Steel Medical Department say I am a witchcraft and they don't recognize me as a doctor." The man wearing glasses
The middle-aged man was very depressed and thought he would also be rejected.
Well, Chinese medicine is not bad, Zhou Qingfeng nodded. As a result, several people came out of Uncle Zheng's team, all of them were Chinese medicine practitioners.
"We still need a few more cooks." Zhou Qingfeng was almost tortured to death by junk Western food. Butcher was originally the executive chef of a top restaurant in Manhattan, but he couldn't make any delicious food when faced with some ordinary ingredients. And Chinese food is good at it.
Use the most common ingredients to make great things.
In the last days, a good meal can greatly improve morale. So Zhou Qingfeng recruited several more Chinese cooks.
"Is there anyone who knows how to repair cars, electrical appliances, and motors? We need people with strong hands-on skills."
"Is there anyone who knows how to grow vegetables and raise pigs? The Chinese nation has such innate skills!"
"Is there anyone who knows radio?"
"Is there anyone who knows how to do various housework activities? For example, repairing clothes. It doesn't matter whether you're a man or a woman, even a child."
After all, for the sake of his compatriots, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he could still help as long as they could obey orders and follow instructions in a down-to-earth manner.
However, even if the conditions were relaxed to the extreme, only a hundred people were recruited from Uncle Zheng's team. This was a drop in the bucket for the remaining hundreds of Chinese teams, but many of the remaining people really had nothing.
Yes, and everyone is like an uncle.
Even the Chinese who have lived in the United States for a long time, with yellow skin and white heart, can't even speak Chinese, and they still have to act like a white man and make various demands to Zhou Qingfeng. To these people, Zhou Qingfeng only has one sentence: "Go to hell, come to
Go to hell and raise your human rights'.
Zhou Qingfeng finally asked: "Have you ever been a soldier? Anyone who can play with a gun is fine."
This time, three or five people came out sparsely, but all of them were very thin.
"Isn't there a guy named Marco before? I remember he was a soldier." Zhou Qingfeng didn't see the thorn.
Uncle Zheng has become Zhou Qingfeng's subordinate because he can grow vegetables. He whispered: "Marco has joined the Brotherhood of Steel. He is the only one among us who has joined."