"100,000 tons, a full 100,000 tons. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info there are still people who can be so arrogant. Xiang Ming held a shoddy piece of bark paper, his fingers trembling.

On the paper, a list of aid materials sent by Wen Tianyu via radio was written in charcoal, and every word on the list was ecstatic for every grain of food, every dose of medicine, and every bullet was extremely precious.

As a Chinese power in Angola, a group of more than 600,000 people at its peak had to have a governing body, and Xiang Ming was the chairman of the committee.

Xiang Ming was originally the manager of the Chinese construction project in Angola, and he had excellent organizational skills to deal with the chaos of the cataclysm.

And after the baptism of the cataclysm, the elite may not all survive, but those who survive have become elites. After confirming that his entire team was expected to be rescued, Xiang Ming immediately ordered the whole base to be mobilized to improve the activity ability of all personnel.

The first order of mobilization is - eat! Take out the food that you have managed to keep in the past and eat a few meals to restore your strength. You can't do anything without physical strength!

This order was a great pleasure, and in the middle of the night countless people took advantage of the excitement to start cooking vegetable porridge -- yes, the only thing that the whole base had at present was the little grain that had been hard to maintain and the fast-growing vegetables grown in the field. Oil and salt have long been extinct.

But even if it is such shabby food, eating a few bowls in the open is enough to be exciting. And this hot scene not only made the Chinese in the base as happy as the New Year, but also made many non-Chinese feel inexplicable.

There are many foreigners doing business and construction in Angola, and hundreds of thousands of Chinese desperately fled during the cataclysm, inevitably mixed with the populations of many other countries.

Saito is a Japanese who has been coerced, and because of the black people as a common enemy, and his ability is good, everyone can tide over the difficulties together. But now he was greatly surprised by the sudden crazy carnival of the Chinese, "Guys, what's wrong with you?" ”

Saito saw that the Chinese were demolishing houses and demolishing large swaths of houses with fanaticism, and if it weren't for the orderly work of the Chinese, he would have thought that these people were committing mass suicide.

In the last days, a place where you can shelter from the wind and rain, make a fire for heating, and rest in peace is very important. In order to provide shelter for all, the people who fled had to work hard and paid a great price.

And now at least thousands of emaciated Chinese are tearing down their homes in laughter, a crazy scene that is incomprehensible. Saito stumbled into the crowd and asked aloud what was going on?

"Someone came to our rescue. The first supplies have already arrived at the port of Luanda. In a few hours, an airship will arrive with supplies, and we must build a landing field. Under the light of the torches in the night, someone answered Saito's question.

"Saved? Is it a UN relief agency? Saito was also thrilled to hear the word 'saved', and he instantly understood the madness of the Chinese in front of him - after more than a year of suppressed life under the threat of death, a little hope was enough to make people vent.

"No, the United Nations is finished. A fearless fellow crossed the Atlantic to rescue us. Someone replied.

"Transatlantic? 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 happier, and he even helped carry all kinds of dismantled wood, and his joy gave him infinite strength.

But his conjecture was poured with cold water, "No, we are Chinese." We have a guy who is the captain of the Aurora Legion, and he's coming to our rescue. He said that there were 100,000 tons of grain waiting for us to eat and drink, and the news made everyone in the whole base scream. ”

"Ah......, not American, huh?" Saito's heart suddenly cooled in half. This was far from what he expected.

"Mr. Saito, I asked the chairman to maintain the base-wide communication system, and we need to broadcast to everyone." Someone in the dark found Saito and pulled him to the base's headquarters.

Saito is a communications engineer whose ability is to take care of a patchwork of radio systems that connect hundreds of thousands of people. It is also because there are few and very few people who can do this job that he is even given preferential treatment within the group.

At this moment, the headquarters is bustling with activity. Everyone had a smile on their faces, and every word of contact made people laugh. Saito could understand Chinese without any problems, and while he took care of several different types of radio stations, he felt the joy and joy of the scene as a spectator.

Happy? Saito is also very happy, after all, these Chinese are still very inclusive, and they have always treated him well. And with his ability, he should not be ostracized in the future. But after the joy, he felt a deep powerlessness and fear.

Saito was originally sent by a Japanese company to sell satellite communications equipment in Africa, but this market has long been Japan's strong point.

Saito had been alarmed by China's development in Africa. People from other countries come to Africa and rarely go to the grassroots level to make money, but Chinese can go to every corner of Africa with their strong national strength 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 bring in building materials and workers to build infrastructure, and the Chinese will work hard to sell small commodities with little profits. Other countries invest at best, but no one has ever done this kind of hard work.

In fact, Saito had predicted that the Chinese community would recover faster in Africa than any other ethnic group. Blacks are too bad, whites are too greedy, and only Chinese are willing to work hard in a down-to-earth manner. As long as they survive the beginning of the most suffering, they will be better able to adapt to the end-time world than anyone else.

And now there are people who are coming to the aid strongly, and the speed of recovery of the Chinese is far beyond that. And just think about the current drastic population reduction in Africa, once the Chinese are allowed to gain a foothold, no one can stop them.

A great fear befell Saito's mind -- I am afraid that there will really be only one China in the world in the future.

"Saito-san, your supper." A man approached, holding a bowl of thick vegetable porridge in his hand.

"Pu Sang, thank you very much." Saito knew the people who delivered supper, and like him, they belonged to a minority of Koreans, who were coerced. It is said that the friendship between Japan and South Korea depends on China, and these two difficult brothers naturally get together. "Tonight's vegetable porridge tastes good, and I even added a lot of salt."

Listening to Saito's praise of vegetable porridge, the Korean surnamed 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'm going to keep surviving as a team. Saito, who is accustomed to obedience, has the first thought of living with the collective, "I have seen too much life and death, and my heart has long been obedient to the arrangement of fate." ”

"Really?" The South Koreans were disappointed by this answer, "Is there really no other way out?" ”

"Our own country will certainly not be able to count on it, and the Americans are already finished." Saito could only smile bitterly, "No one can stop a strong nation from rising." It seems that we will all have to follow the Chinese in the future. ”