Zhou Qingfeng used his own experience to personally verify what he said: the longer the end of the world lasts, the deeper the disaster, and the more suffering human life will be. Now there was a big problem in front of him, the scarcity of industrial goods was more serious than that of food as agricultural products, and the most obvious thing was that people could no longer find cheap and convenient fuel.

On Staten Island, many people are already cutting down trees, dismantling abandoned houses and even all kinds of furniture. Zhou Qingfeng saw with his own eyes that someone cut a valuable carpet just to make a meal.

Luckily, many of Americans' cottages are wooden and can be burned for that time. But the vehicles and speedboats have no way to burn firewood, and they can only lie on their stomachs without gasoline and diesel.

Zhou Qingfeng originally hoped to get some diesel fuel from the two ferries left behind by Fernando, but the reality was that the fuel tanks on the ferries were almost empty, so at most he would be allowed to drive the yacht for two or three round-trips, and then he would still have to be blind.

Another security issue is even more urgent, and there is no guarantee that the skeletons will not sneak up again. Zhou Qingfeng's last forty or so people really can't lose anymore, if he loses again, maybe he will have to guard himself that day, do laundry and cooking, and do all kinds of chores, then he really doesn't want to escape from New York.

"Okay, I'm going to join the Brotherhood of Steel's combat forces." In order to be able to go to Queens again, and to settle down Lena and Angie and other family members and internal members, Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher can only work more deeply for the Iron Brotherhood, not just as a mercenary.

The Brotherhood of Steel has also been forced to do so lately, and this white-supremacist organization has lost a lot of money in the battle with the Skull and Bones. They found that it was not worth it for the noble white man to die on the battlefield like this, and that he had to find some cannon fodder to fill the battlefield. To this end, they opened up the scope of recruitment.

When Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher went to the recruitment point of the Iron Brotherhood, they found that it was already crowded with people. In order to beg for food, a large number of people with yellow faces and thin muscles are willing to work hard, and even many women cut their long hair short, smear their faces, and try to blend in.

Looking at the dense crowd of human heads outside the recruiting point, the butcher whispered, "Maybe we should also recruit some people, now these people will not run around at every turn." ”

Zhou Qingfeng and Lina still have a relatively rich food reserve before they loot, especially after transporting a large amount of supplies from the underground of the Manhattan Police Department headquarters, they don't have to worry about eating, and tens of millions of canned food alone are enough to support a large number of people.

"It's okay to recruit a few people. But there are too many of them, and the Brotherhood of Steel will destroy us in the first place. Zhou Qingfeng said.

Although the Brotherhood of Steel is to recruit cannon fodder, it is not to recruit a bunch of cannon fodder for nothing, and there are standards for personnel requirements, and many people are unable to meet the standards because their physique is too poor. Zhou Qingfeng was crowded in a crowd of rejected people, and suddenly felt that someone was grabbing his arm, and he immediately struggled, followed by a gun.

The man who grabbed the arm fell to the ground, Zhou Qingfeng looked at it fixedly, and said in surprise: "Uncle Zheng, you also ran to Staten Island?" ”

Looking at Uncle Zheng's back, there are all the people in Chinatown who were neighbors with Zhou Qingfeng at the beginning. Compared to when they stayed in Chinatown and didn't leave, they are even more depressed now, with messy clothes and vegetables, and they look like they are called Hanako.

Uncle Zheng fell to the ground and couldn't get up for half a day, looking 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 will all listen to you, even if you let us die, half of them 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 people in Chinatown. It's just that at that time, everyone spared their lives and their lives, and no one wanted to die. Now that the situation is getting worse and worse, then everyone is left to die.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at these Chinese in front of him, the number was at most a hundred, which was already miserable. He helped Uncle Zheng up and asked, "That's all you have left?" ”

At the beginning, there were thousands of people trapped in Chinatown, and these guys discussed the matter all day and night, and they didn't come up with a fart for more than half a month. Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to help these idiots.

Speaking of the others, Uncle Zheng couldn't help crying, "The Brotherhood of Steel landed in Manhattan, confiscated all our property, and kicked us out. In this rush, everyone was displaced, and they didn't even have a home.

There are only five or six hundred people left in our team, and people are starving to death every day, and the remaining old and young masters who can still move can only come out to serve as soldiers, even if they die, so that they can get some food for their families. The people at the recruiting point said that we did not meet the requirements of the source of soldiers and did not want us. ”

Uncle Zheng wept bitterly, and the more than 100 people behind him also shed tears. Zhou Qingfeng saw a lot of all kinds of suffering, sighed at most, and said: "If I were a member of the Brotherhood of Steel, I wouldn't want you guys who can only cry and cry." ”

Uncle Zheng immediately wiped away his tears, took Zhou Qingfeng's hand and said, "Xiao Zhou, please be kind." Help, I know you have a way. ”

Zhou Qingfeng looked at it with a black face, and his body was dirty and full of all kinds of dust and sludge, but his fierce spirit showed that he was at least worry-free about food and clothing. Uncle Zheng and these people were already desperate, and when they saw Zhou Qingfeng, they could only come up and pester him.

Sighing again, Zhou Qingfeng turned his head to look at the butcher behind him, wanting to ask for the other party's opinion. The butcher, who had always been cold-faced, said indifferently: "We only accept people with professional skills, and we don't accept others." ”

Zhou Qingfeng turned around again and said to Uncle Zheng: "We give priority to the reception of medical staff. ”

Before Uncle Zheng could speak, someone behind him immediately shouted, "I, I'm a doctor." ”

A middle-aged man with glasses hurriedly squeezed over, but Zhou Qingfeng frowned and said, "If you are really a doctor, will the Iron Brothers not want you." They are desperately short of doctors, so they don't care if you're white or not. Don't tell me, you're a veterinarian. ”

"I'm a Chinese medicine practitioner, I'm good at bruises, sprains, acupuncture, and herbal medicine. But the white doctors in the Brotherhood of Steel Medical Department said I was a witchcraftman, and they didn't recognize me as a doctor. "The middle-aged man with glasses was very frustrated and thought he was going to be rejected.

Well, Chinese medicine is not bad, Zhou Qingfeng nodded. As a result, several people ran out of Uncle Zheng's team, all of whom were traditional Chinese medicine.

"We need a few more cooks." Zhou Qingfeng was about to be tortured to death by garbage Western food. The butcher was originally the executive chef of Manhattan's top restaurants, but he couldn't make much food with some ordinary ingredients. And Chinese food is good at making good things with the most ordinary ingredients.

In the last days, having a good meal can greatly boost morale. So Zhou Qingfeng recruited a few more Chinese cooks.

"Are there any people who know how to repair cars, electrical appliances, and motors? We need hands-on people. ”

"Are there any people who know how to grow vegetables and raise pigs? The natural skills of the Chinese nation! ”

"Is there anyone who knows radio?"

"Anyone who knows all kinds of housework, is there any? For example, mending clothes, this is possible for both men and women, even children. ”

After all, for the sake of his compatriots, as long as they can obey orders and listen to commands in a down-to-earth manner, Zhou Qingfeng feels that he can still help.

However, even if the conditions were relaxed to the limit, only about 100 people were recruited from Uncle Zheng's team one after another. This is a drop in the bucket for the remaining hundreds of Chinese teams, but the remaining many people really don't know anything, and they are all like uncles.

Even after living in the United States for a long time, the yellow-skinned and white-hearted Chinese can't even speak Chinese, and they have to put on a white mentality to put forward all kinds of requirements for Zhou Qingfeng. For these people, Zhou Qingfeng only has one sentence: 'Go to death, go to hell to mention your human rights'.

Zhou Qingfeng finally asked, "Have you ever been a soldier?" If you can play with guns, you can do it. ”

This time, three or five people came out, but they were all thin enough.

"Didn't there be a guy named Marco before? I remember him as 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's the only one of us on board. (To be continued.) )