Qin Ming sat on a rock, and on the low table in front of him was a disassembled AK-47M assault rifle. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info's old rifle was divided into several large pieces, which he had already maintained with the wiping fluid in the accessory box, and was now assembling it blindfolded with his bare hands.

The swift movement of the hands, the crisp combination of parts, the handguard, the bolt, the re-entry spring, the receiver cover, the magazine, the whole rifle was assembled in just over a minute. There was a snapping sound after pulling the bolt, and the impact of metal represented the romance of men.

Qin Ming just disassembled and assembled it again and again to pass the time. He was very young, about seventeen or eighteen years old, of ordinary height, wearing a beret of the Cuban People's Army in his short hair, and many deep scars on his face, which were shocking.

When he was seriously fiddling with his weapon, an order came from the walkie-talkie in Qin Ming's hand: "Area K, Area K recuperation personnel, please pay attention." If an armed refugee intrudes into your security area, search it immediately and kill him. ”

Hearing the call, Qin Ming immediately replied: "Qin Ming received it, act immediately." ”

There were people on the walkie-talkie who kept replying, but none of them reacted quickly to Qin Ming. The young man loaded the rifle with a live magazine and began to search in his area of responsibility.

Area K is a deserted residential area on the outskirts of Havana, where the ground has sprouted green grass but is in ruins when the sun shines. It is generally difficult for refugees from outside the city to get in, but there is a surprise.

The past of the nuclear winter only gave the surviving humans a short moment of excitement, and the catastrophe did not completely leave. The Aurora Legion is under tremendous demographic pressure, both due to a lack of labor to work and to lack enough food to feed more people. Two contradictions exist at the same time.

The Legion's Ministry of the Interior is already struggling to feed its own population, and the refugees who are constantly pouring in from the sea don't care how difficult it may be, and the skeletal ones will do their last bit to smell the food.

Suddenly, ...... gunshots rang out at close range.

Qin Ming calmly pointed his gun at the window of a building, where was a trap he had laid, a broken pot boiling instant noodles and oil. The aroma of grease will make the hungry refugees flutter like moths.

Breaking into Area K were four refugees, unkempt and unhuman. One of them was shot and fell to the window, apparently killed by a hungry accomplice. The other one with a weapon was drinking soup frantically, and the two others who were intimidated by their gun-wielding companions could only beg to be spared.

"Every time." Qin Ming's muzzle was first aimed at the one holding the gun, and a bullet smashed the opponent's head, and then the muzzle of the gun turned and pointed at the remaining two.

“No，No，No……。” The sudden death caused the two remaining refugees to wave their hands and plead.

Qin Ming glanced at the other party, a man and a woman, looking at the Mexicans who pretended to be coming ashore from Batahuano Bay in the south. All the refugees thought that this was the easiest place to get ashore, but in fact the Legion was the most heavily defended place.

The legions need women, they need their wombs to give birth to excellent offspring for themselves. But the woman in front of her was too thin, and she was injured, and one leg was broken. As for that man, he looks honest and is an ordinary peasant.

"Do you have any special skills?" Qin Ming asked in Spanish. Currently, the official languages of the legion are English and Spanish. Can't learn? If you want to eat enough, you can definitely learn it. As for Chinese, the number is too small and not widely spoken.

Winemaking? Growing corn? Raising livestock?

Two Mexican men and women subconsciously knew that their answers would determine their fate, constantly gesturing to illustrate their abilities. But Qin Ming listened to it for a long time but ruthlessly gave them a shuttle, "We already have too many farmers, and we don't lack farmers." ”

The gunshots were piercing and bloody, and Qin Ming's companions quickly rushed over. They were all children separated from the cataclysm, unmoved by the scenes of death and injury, and only indifferently called out to the coolies to clean up the corpses.

However, for the disfigured Qin Ming, these children still retain the least awe, because this seemingly emaciated Chinese teenager is the most silent and ruthless of them.

Returning to the camp from Area K, Qin Ming routinely reported to his superiors on the implementation of his tasks for a morning. The person who listened to the report was also a Chinese, and he asked, "I heard that your kid killed four more people?" ”

"It's three, and one of them was killed by their own people." Qin Ming said indifferently.

"I heard you smashed the head of one of the refugees?"

"Accidentally hit."

"This is the seventh time you've accidentally broken a refugee's head, and the coolies who cleaned up the bodies complained to me for a long time."

"Those black coolies just talk nonsense."

Qin Ming's argument made the superior who commanded him frown a little, but he still said patiently: "Listen, Qin Ming." We don't kill for the sake of killing, and we can't deliberately let the enemy die as badly as possible.

Everything we do is to preserve ourselves to a minimum, we are not murderers, and we are not perverts. The Legion Commander said that we will rebuild our homeland and live a normal life in the future. ”

"I know, I won't torture the enemy in the future." Qin Ming agreed indiscriminately. His commander could only sigh, not knowing if the boy had listened to him.

Zhou Qingfeng landed in Cuba and occupied Havana in the early days, and the first group of compatriots he accepted came from the Enclave. The total number of these people is fifteen thousand. In the following period, the United States and Canada in North America, as well as countries in the Caribbean and South America, also rescued more than 10,000 compatriots.

Qin Ming is from Brazil, where his father built a local oil refinery. As a result, the warlords fought and his father was forced by the locals to refine oil. But his father was only a construction engineer and didn't know how to refine oil at all, so he was burned alive.

Qin Ming followed his father to Brazil, only to watch the oil refinery he built his father turn to ashes, and also watched his father die. He himself was held as a slave until the Aurora Legion made a name for himself in the Caribbean and ransomed him from the warlords.

Qin Ming couldn't even speak when he was first rescued, and he was still habitually taciturn. In order to care for these traumatized children, adult Chinese in the corps generally adopted them and cared for them as their own children.

Qin Ming was very lucky, because his surname was Qin, and it was the old man Qin Weidong who lost his children who took care of him. The latter is currently the highest-ranking military commander under Zhou Qingfeng, and he treats Qin Ming as his own son.

"Coming 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, he still liked the child in front of him who was always a little tyrannical.

Asking Zhou Qingfeng to mess around with his wife's blessings, the four women and four babies of the Qin family are a little noisy, but they are also very lively. When Qin Ming first entered this family, he felt a trace of family warmth.

also thanks to Zhou Qingfeng's cold-blooded and ruthless policy, he sent all his compatriots to the most difficult front line. After the most difficult stage, the skewed care policy was abolished, and if you wanted something, you had to fight for it, to build, to create, or to kill the enemy.

Although this policy has caused many complaints, and even caused many additional casualties, Zhou Qingfeng has no intention of modifying it. In the days of suffering, the descendants of Yan and Huang, who were far away in a foreign land, had to burst out with a strong sense of competition and cohesion in order to survive.

Steel will only become tougher and tougher the more it is beaten, and the sword will only become sharper and sharper the more it is tempered. It's a dragon or a worm, and there is no basis for what you say, so you have to fight for it yourself. If you unfortunately die, it is a bad fate, but the whole race will not have a bad fate, it will only get stronger and stronger.

"Our leader's policy is right, although some people will be eliminated, as long as they survive, it is 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, which is why I threw you into the youth camp to temper. ”

Old Man Qin explained Zhou Qingfeng's policy to Qin Ming, and after he finished speaking, he smiled and said: "But we will still take care of our own people, and now there is an opportunity for you to get a greater exercise, so that you can become an adult faster and take over greater power." I asked the Legion Commander to go to Africa, and I want to take you there. ”

Qin Ming nodded subconsciously, he didn't really understand the reason for this, but he knew that his father-in-law would not harm him.

In the past, some people bullscammed 'a Chinese is a dragon, and a group of Chinese is a worm', ......, bullshit!

We use facts to show that a Chinese is a dragon, and a group of Chinese is a dragon!