Chapter 367: The Man in Distress

A large fleet of ships appeared on the thin ice-covered sea, and the signal flags on board crackled in the biting cold wind, but it looked extremely lonely. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The icy cabin was crowded like canned sardines, and there was a foul smell in the languishing crowd. Charles covered his nose and opened the hatch with an assault rifle in his hand, which immediately caused a commotion in the cabin.

"Please, sir. My child is going to die, please find him a doctor. ā€

"Give us something to eat, you haven't given us any food in two days."

"Feed us even if you want to make us slaves, or you might as well throw us into the sea."

The commotion of the crowd rushed towards the hatch, and Charles did not hesitate to sweep into the cabin, and rushed at the woman in front of him in a pool of blood. But the woman lay on the cold floor, and still stretched out her hand and crawled forward, "Please save my child, please find him a doctor." ā€

Seeing the frightened crowd retreating rapidly, Charles snorted and sneered, "Want to live? No problem. But obey my commands. As I said before, the world is ruined, and now I am your master. ā€

Charles's words were like blades in the cold wind, freezing the bones of more than a hundred people in the cabin. After a moment of silence, a middle-aged man stood out in the crowd and said in a deep voice: "No matter what you want us to do, if your purpose is not to make us die, you must give us food and medicine." There is a child here who has a high fever and he needs a little fever-reducing medicine. ā€

Looking at the corpse of the woman on the floor, which was rapidly getting cold, Charles sneered without pity, "I can give you something to eat, but I don't need any children, so I don't have any fever reducer." After laughing, he shouted to one of his attendants: "Tony Xu, you come and distribute food to them, be careful not to let them eat too much, they will resist." ā€

An Asian face with a bowed head immediately stood behind Charles, carrying a large bucket of cold gruel, and scolded the people in the cabin with a cruel face: "If you want to live, come up and eat something, you stinking pigs." ā€

Charles took a few steps back and watched the farce in front of him with his gun in hand. There were more than a dozen of the same cabins on the ship, all of them as crowded as they were. He was the captain of the ship, and he was thinking about how to build a kingdom with these slaves, "Damn, why can't these Chinese be tamed like niggers?" They don't always know gratitude. ā€

The middle-aged man who had just stepped forward slowly walked up to Tony Xu, who helped distribute food to the others in the cabin. But in fact, in this cold weather, a bowl of gruel is simply not enough for the people in the cabin.

"Let the old and weak eat more, especially the sick child. We are all people in distress and should be united with each other. The middle-aged man said to the others.

The people in the same cabin were numb and mixed with grief and indignation, and in the face of this desperate existential situation, they roared, resisted, and fought among themselves. All kinds of ugly and good things alternate, and now facing the guns of the wicked, they can only survive by helping each other.

Extremely uncomfortable with the heavy, oppressive atmosphere in the cabin, Tony Xu, who was distributing the food, shook the big spoon of gruel and scolded loudly in English: "Why are you looking at me like this? Don't think that just because I look like you, I think I'm your compatriot. I've said it many times, I'm Singaporean, and now I'm American. ā€

Helpless and secretly hateful, more than a hundred pairs of eyes in the cabin stared at Tony Xu outside the cabin door so numbly. This made Tony Xu even more annoyed, and he kicked heavily on the bucket of cold porridge and shouted, "Don't divide it, you drink it yourself." ā€

The gruel flowed down the ramp of the cabin, and the hatch slammed shut, and Tony Xu outside cursed and left. The light in the cabin suddenly dimmed, but the middle-aged man hurriedly stretched out his hand to gather these cold porridges, and beckoned to other compatriots: "Drink quickly, don't waste it." ā€

There are more than 100 people in the cabin, and this porridge is not enough at all. An elderly man simply shook his head and said, "Xiao Deng, we old guys have discussed, it is not possible to go on like this, everyone will either starve to death or be tortured to death."

The next time we opened the door, we rushed out to block the bullets. Those foreign devils only have four or five guns blocking the door every time, and a few of us old guys say that we will make a living for everyone. ā€

The middle-aged man known as 'Xiao Deng' was stunned for a while, but he still nodded, and said hatefully: "We all rush out, and we will no longer be angry with these bastard scum." ā€

The middle-aged man's name is Deng Chengwen, and he and the people in the cabin have an identity, all of whom are Chinese staying in the United States for tourism, business, study abroad and other reasons. In the aftermath of the cataclysm, they survived but were unable to integrate into post-disaster American society.

Some of these Chinese in exile do not even know English, and they can only survive in groups. If no one helps, they will die as silently as the Chinese laborers who built the railroad in the United States.

However, Zhou Qingfeng founded the 'Aurora Army' and cooperated with the 'Enclave'. In order to show goodwill to Zhou Qingfeng, the "Enclave" arrested these Chinese who were thrown into the concentration camp and loaded them on ships to Zhou Qingfeng.

Nominally, 10,000 Chinese and beauties were sent, but in fact, these people were all authentic Chinese, and the number of them exceeded 20,000. So many people were crammed into a dozen boats, and the living conditions were extremely harsh.

The most terrible thing was that after the nuclear bomb washed the ground, the Americans, who were in control of the more than a dozen ships, found that they had no support, and they were actually delayed for several days on the sea in a noisy manner.

Now no one dares to return to the United States, which has been washed by nuclear bombs, and the result of the discussion on the ship is to continue to find the 'Aurora Legion' living abroad--the Americans in charge of the fleet still remember that the Aurora Legion is a predominantly white group, but they do not know that the commander of the Aurora Legion is a real Chinese.

The post-apocalyptic situation has made the mentality of many white people on the ship extremely distorted, some have a nervous breakdown, some have a burst of self-confidence, and some have drunk too much, and they can get by. And the more than 20,000 Chinese who were transported were unlucky in this situation.

More than 20,000 Chinese floated slowly on the Gulf of Mexico like piglets for a week. The Americans on board also made radio contact with the Aurora Regiment in Nassau.

However, I heard that the condition of the more than 20,000 Chinese on board was not very good, and Raymond, who was responsible for arranging this matter, was particularly considerate to let the fleet dock in Matanzas, Cuba, which was closer to Cuba, because Nassau was also in various hardships now, and another 20,000 people really couldn't be arranged.

And just when Zhou Qingfeng had just gained a foothold in Matanzas, this fleet appeared in the open sea of Matanzas. Charles, who was one of the leaders before docking, also specially prepared a new suit and asked his first mate, "What do you think of me?" Can you make a good impression on His Excellency the Legion Commander? ā€

The adjutant immediately slapped his ass wildly: "Captain, your image is too good, Your Excellency the Legion Commander will definitely reuse you." (To be continued.) )