After a hard day's work, Yuan Mei drank the chicken soup sent by Zhou Qingfeng. Her whole body felt warm, her forehead was sweating, and her red face looked a bit delicate. Zhou Qingfeng went to hold her hand, but she didn't refuse, and even simply
Leaning on the man's shoulder..., he fell asleep after a while.
After carrying his young wife into the back seat of his pickup truck, Zhou Qingfeng returned to the warehouse filled with old clothes. After checking around to make sure there was no one around, he used his super power to bring the one hundred tons of old clothes back to the wasteland.
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In the transshipment cargo ship in the wasteland, Lena Fox kept staring at Zhou Qingfeng with wide eyes. Due to the freezing of time and space, in her eyes, Zhou Qingfeng had never left at all, but there were a lot more in the cabin of the cargo ship.
Bundle of old cotton clothes.
"Aha..., my God! It's so amazing." The little fox shouted excitedly, circling the mountain of old clothes several times, and patting them with his hands to make sure that what he saw was not an illusion. "Although everything is
They are old clothes, but they can meet the needs of the lower-class labor force to go out to work."
The members of the 'Aurora Legion' are divided into three, six or nine levels. In addition to the core and backbone classes, the number of workers at the bottom is even greater. However, the living conditions of these workers are the worst, and can even be said to be struggling on the edge of death.
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Without warm clothes, these people would not be able to create value for the 'Aurora Legion' in the cold weather. But if they were abandoned, no one would be able to do many things. But now Zhou Qingfeng has solved a big problem.
"The base labor force we have on hand will be doubled, we can produce more coal, build more steamships, and deploy more people to the entire Caribbean. We will soon be the king of the Caribbean."
Lena Fox is ambitious about this.
Regarding the origin of this batch of winter clothes, Lena Fox's explanation was that they came from the search of the ruins of cities in North America. And since these clothes were for the lower class, there were few doubts within the legion.
And when this batch of clothes was distributed, a large number of low-level laborers who had been tortured to death by the cold felt as if they had seen God. They almost used a grabbing attitude to put on the cotton-padded clothes. As for these old clothes, they were a bit dirty and smelly.
Yes, no one cares at all.
Due to the doubling of the labor force, the coal mining system that was most short of manpower immediately exploded into production capacity. Deng Chengwen, who was in charge of the coal mine, could only lead a group of Chinese people to work hard in the coal mine, but now he can finally let Cubans do it.
After increasing manpower investment and mechanized production, the daily output of several coal mines in Matanzas has jumped from 300 tons to 2,000 tons, and will increase to 5,000 tons in the long term. Although the total amount is still small, the supply of coal is tight.
The problem has been alleviated slightly.
Cubans wearing all kinds of clothes appear on the roads, in the fields, and in the mines. These people's clothes are often extremely inappropriate and even ridiculous, but now no one complains, but they make people jealous.
Part of this batch of second-hand winter clothes bought for tens of thousands of dollars was distributed to General Federo's men. These people became part of Matanzas's peripheral defense system and were first used to build various simple fortifications.
"Did you see that? This is the guy who licked Mr. Hugo's shoes and shed tears. He looks so tall and majestic. I really didn't expect him to be this kind of person."
"You have no idea that Federo not only expressed his surrender to Mr. Hugo in public, he even gave his wife to Mr. Hugo for enjoyment, the beautiful 'Miss Cuba' Mirta. Tsk, tsk, tsk..., this
But Mirta, you are so shameless!"
"I think you are hating yourself for not being so shameless, right? Federo traded his wife for a lot of help. You see, he immediately gathered more than 3,000 people under his command. This strength cannot be underestimated."
General Federo was furious about the rumors behind his back. He wanted to catch those who spread the rumors and give them a good beating, and tell everyone that these were the support materials he had obtained through his own efforts.
"Okay, dear. There is no need to argue with those boring people. I hope you can calm down and finish the next battle well." In the cold wind, Mirta stood with her husband on a playground. Her
In front of them are 1,500 armed men, who are about to start a security war.
Cuba is a long and narrow island, especially in the northern part. The width is within fifty kilometers, but the length is hundreds of kilometers. Due to the cold weather and lack of fuel, mechanized assault operations have become very difficult. If you want to capture Havana, you can only rely on infantry.
Slowly push your legs forward.
From Matanzas to Havana, there are a large number of villages and towns along the way. Zhou Qingfeng asked Federo to build strongholds along many roads, slowly hoard supplies, drive away the harassing personnel sent by Diego's forces, and lay the foundation for the final decisive battle.
To put it bluntly, neither side has the ability to devour the other in one go. Let’s play a war of attrition. For the ‘Aurora Legion’, whose strength is increasing rapidly every day, it would be nice to see this situation of slowly wearing down the opponent.
"In just one month, Havana itself will collapse." Federo was still very confident about the low-intensity security war. His men were well-equipped, but they were dressed like beggars. But his opponent couldn't even
He is worse than a beggar. After suffering a fatal blow from Zhou Qingfeng last time, Diego's power has been in a state of collapse. It is really difficult for him to even go out.
At this moment in Havana, Diego's forces entrenched here are receiving a batch of aid supplies. On the port pier, Governor Diego, covered in a black burqa, is like a lingering black shadow, looking coldly at the people coming from the ship.
Various packaging boxes unloaded.
When the packaging box was opened, there were various clothes with some blood stains or even burnt black clothes. Diego stretched out his withered palms and touched these tattered clothes, and said to a person next to him: "You Texas guys drive us away."
You left Mexico and now you are bringing some dead people’s clothes and you want us to work for you?”
The man standing next to Diego was obviously very afraid of Diego, who was a stranger and a ghost. He kept praying and crossing himself on his chest before speaking, "Governor Diego, we are not ordinary people.
Texans, we are the Enclave, we are the new government of America.
Although these cold-proof supplies are a little worn, they are better than nothing. Now that the whole world has been wiped out by nuclear bombs, being able to raise these supplies is already our greatest sincerity. And not only did we send you clothes, we also gave you
You sent weapons and equipment and military instructors.
Our only requirement is to curb the development of the 'Aurora Legion' in the Caribbean and not let that liar group do whatever they want. We must let Victor Hugo understand that our 'Enclave' was not finished in the nuclear bomb attack. We will be more powerful than before.
Strong, sooner or later he will have to pay the price for fooling us."